At Di Jun's command, the entire Demon Tribe mobilized, heading straight for the Witch Clan Ancestral Land in the Primordial World.
Meanwhile, inside his Dao Field, Xu Tong suddenly heard the system's voice ring in his ears.
"Ding! The great war between the Witch Clan and Demon Tribe is about to begin. The Ten Little Golden Crows have been detected being shot dead by the Witch Clan, triggering a conflict between the two tribes. Will the host intervene to stop the war? Please make your choice." "Option one: leave seclusion immediately and prevent the two tribes from fighting. Reward: one Chaos Spiritual Root." "Option two: leave seclusion immediately and help one tribe become the Heaven and Earth Overlord. Reward: fifty percent Heavenly Dao Comprehension." "Option three: remain in seclusion and stay out of the War of the Liches. Reward: the Heart of Buzhou Mountain."
Xu Tong slowly opened his eyes inside his Dao Field.
"Is the final showdown finally coming? In that case, the preparations I made earlier should come in handy soon."
Xu Tong had certainly not forgotten one of the most famous events of the Witch-Demon Tribulation: Buzhou Mountain being rammed until it collapsed.
Heaven and earth would crumble, and the Black Tortoise would be slain to support them.
But he had already made his preparations ahead of time and finished refining the Heavenly Pillar.
When the time came, he would surely earn a mountain of merit. Moreover, supporting heaven and earth would provide a continuous stream of merit.
Perhaps even Hongjun would no longer dare to act against him lightly.
At that thought, Xu Tong actually began to feel a faint sense of anticipation.
Looking at the three options before him, Xu Tong smacked his lips.
"System, you're as ill-intentioned as ever."
"Leave seclusion immediately?