With the appearance of the primordial violet qi, the Witch Clan and the Demon Tribe were instantly stirred into excitement.
Inside the Demon Tribe's great hall, Di Jun's face lit up with excitement.
"Eastern Emperor, gather our forces at once and march with me to seize the primordial violet qi! With it, our Demon Tribe will have new hope!"
"This time, I'll crush the Witch Clan completely!"
Di Jun had been in a good mood lately. As the forging of the Witch-Slaying Sword progressed, his confidence had grown steadily. With Nuwa backing the Demon Tribe as a trump card, he could finally hold his head high. Gone was the sense of urgency he had felt when the Witch Clan had kept him suppressed.
Yet he had never expected his good fortune to continue. The primordial violet qi, which he had already given up on, had appeared again-and in the nearby Small Tribe, no less. Wasn't that practically delivering it straight into his hands?
Di Jun immediately decided to gather his forces and claim the primordial violet qi.
What Di Jun did not know, however, was this.
He was not the only one who had received news of the primordial violet qi.
The Witch Clan, the Demon Tribe's sworn enemy, had learned of it as well, only half a step behind.
Seated inside Pangu Hall, Dijiang issued an order immediately.
"Everyone! Gather our forces! March against the Demon Tribe!"
Dijiang knew that if Di Jun obtained this primordial violet qi, the Demon Tribe would almost certainly produce another Sage. When that happened, the Witch Clan would truly have no chance to turn things around.
After a thousand years of quiet, the two races finally clashed once more.
Di Jun was a step ahead and ultimately seized the primordial violet qi first.