"Why aren't the Twelve Ancestral Witches making a move?"
On Mount Kunlun, the fellow disciples Jieyin and Zhunti stared in bewilderment at Mount Buzhou, where nothing stirred.
What was this supposed to mean?
They had stirred up an enormous commotion. Even Devil Ancestor Luo Hou had acted, and they had dragged the Demon Race Heavenly Court into it.
Yet the Twelve Ancestral Witches had chickened out?
Why were they still taking so long?
Were they really only going to let the human race kalpa play out?
Not only were Jieyin and Zhunti bewildered, but Yuanshi and Laozi also wore exceedingly grim expressions.
"Well? I told you Daochen wouldn't fall for it so easily. You'd all better find yourselves a way out."
While Jieyin, Zhunti, Yuanshi, and Laozi stood dumbfounded, the voice of Tongtian, the Straightforward Little Prince, suddenly rang out again.
Hearing him, the four wished they could find a Black Tortoise to plug his mouth!
Couldn't the old fellow stop poking at their sore spots?
Would Tongtian somehow benefit if they failed to scheme against the Witch-Demon Clans?
As long as the Witch-Demon Clans remained in the Primordial World...
His Jade Void Sect could forget about flourishing, too!
In truth, however, Tongtian did not care in the slightest.
His religious doctrine was to teach without discrimination. Anyone who joined his Jade Void Sect would receive his instruction.
In other words: Come or don't. I, Tongtian, couldn't care less.
If you come, I'll accept you as a disciple. If you don't, then fucking forget it!
"A way out? What way out?"
Yuanshi snorted coldly, casting an icy glance at Jieyin and Zhunti to keep the two fellow disciples from fleeing before battle.
Besides, the human race calamity had already developed to this extent. Both the Witch-Demon Clans had been dragged