As Daochen restored the Demon Realm...
Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor, had already arrived in the Primordial World.
As the Heavenly Dao, he naturally knew everything that happened in the Primordial World.
He immediately traced the souls of Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Dijun.
Soon, he discovered something different.
On the surface, Eastern Emperor Taiyi's and Dijun's souls appeared to be hidden inside someone.
But there was no other information alongside them. "Cunning as a fox, indeed. Fate has three burrows like a crafty rabbit-he didn't keep them together."
"This is troublesome. Unless Qingchan and Qingxuan are rescued, Daochen won't be able to act. If that's the case, there really may be no one capable of dealing with Fate."
The Heavenly Dao was deeply troubled. Without Daochen's help, he was now being suppressed by Fate on every front.
If Fate had a chance to undergo transformation, it would no longer be a matter of mere suppression. His very life might be in danger.
Yet Qingchan's and Qingxuan's whereabouts could not be found.
What should I do?
Soon, however, he turned his gaze toward the Human Race.
Ever since the Human Race had wiped out the Naga Tribe's main force and scattered its remnants...
The Devil Race throughout the Eastern Sea had never recovered.
Finally, Fuxi seized the opportunity to rise.
He led the Ten Thousand Races Alliance in a furious offensive against the Devil Race.
Although the Sea-Dwelling Races possessed tremendous strength, they were on land, after all, and their power had diminished far too much.
As a result, they could not mount any effective resistance against the human armies, and the Devil Race was now suffering devastating losses.
The Human Race's strength had become immense.
With the blessing of merit, the Human Race's own strength had grown rapidly, and many had