After the four Sages settled on their plan, they went their separate ways to carry it out.
As for Tongtian, neither Laozi nor Yuanshi had the slightest intention of drawing him into it.
For no other reason than to keep Tongtian from ruining their plans!
After all, Tongtian had already fallen out with Yuanshi and had considerable dealings with Daochen. At Daochen's wedding, he had even shared drinks and merry conversation with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Thus, for the time being, neither Laozi nor Yuanshi intended to recruit Tongtian.
Jieyin and Zhunti were even less likely to foolishly try to bring Tongtian aboard.
Even Laozi and Yuanshi, Tongtian's own brothers, did not trust him, much less the two fellow disciples.
The initial purpose of this scheme was to plot against the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but its deeper aim was to draw the Demon Race into the kalpa.
If they succeeded, everything would be easy enough to deal with.
But if they failed, all the treasures Laozi and Yuanshi possessed would count for little.
Once Daochen and the Twelve Ancestral Witches flew into a rage and threw caution to the wind...
Whoever faced them would be left with more than he could stomach!
The fewer people who knew about this, the better.
Moreover, Laozi and Yuanshi had chosen this moment to approach them precisely because Daochen had only just married and would no longer concern himself with every affair in the Primordial World as closely as before.
Jieyin and Zhunti continued capturing members of the Demon Race throughout the Primordial World and forcibly converting them. Everything seemed perfectly normal.
Yet, for some unknown reason, humans who had left the Eastern Seashore kept finding their way into the Witch Clan's territory through strange twists of fate.
"Teacher, must we truly do this?"