In the Demon Tribe's great hall, the gathered Demon Saints stood rigid with tension. Seeing Di Jun's expression, they did not even dare breathe loudly.
Everyone had already learned what had happened at Kunlun Mountain.
Di Jun had led the entire Demon Tribe against the Human Race, only to return in crushing defeat.
They had also failed to collect the expected number of human living souls.
On top of that, they had offended two Sages and Tongtian, whose true strength remained unfathomable. The losses had far outweighed the gains.
Beside him, the Eastern Emperor looked at Di Jun and spoke.
"Elder Brother, should we look for another opportunity?"
There were not enough human living souls to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword, which would greatly diminish its power.
That would make dealing with the Witch Clan even harder.
What had once been a certainty now carried a sliver of uncertainty.
But after hearing him out, Di Jun shook his head.
"Let the matter rest. Take these remaining human living souls and forge them into the Witch-Slaying Sword as well."
"Once the Witch-Slaying Sword is complete, the time will come for our Demon Tribe to unite heaven and earth throughout the Primordial World."
Di Jun had not accepted the Eastern Emperor's suggestion.
No one knew how terrifying the aura that had suddenly erupted was when he had attacked the Tongtian Dao Field.
Di Jun was certain that aura had been far stronger than either Laozi's or Yuanshi's.
A flash of resolve crossed his eyes.
He intended to use the fortune gained by becoming heaven and earth's protagonist to activate the primordial violet qi. Once he became a Sage and commanded the greatest race in the Primordial World, he would not even need to take the Dao Ancestor seriously.
At that thought, excitement stirred