Although the Dao Ancestor had strictly forbidden the Witch and Demon Clans from waging a major war for a million years, they were not the only races in the Primordial World.
Even though Dijun and Taiyi had established the Demon Race by bringing ten thousand races under their rule, did the Primordial World really contain only tens of thousands of races?
Many races had neither joined the Demon Race nor sought refuge with the Witch Race, and there was no shortage of beings with mighty divine abilities among them. Take the White Tiger Race, for instance. Jian Bing, the first white tiger born between heaven and earth, had held sway over the Western Lands for many years and possessed vast divine abilities. Although neither the Demon Race nor the Witch Race feared him, neither would lightly offend him, so the White Tiger Race remained independent.
In the past, the Witch and Demon Clans had not pressed these independent races too hard. But ever since the Dao Ancestor issued his decree forbidding major wars for a million years, both races had been preparing for their future decisive battle, doing everything they could to seize fortune and strengthen themselves. Thus, both had picked up the pace, throwing themselves into conquering and subjugating those races.
Now that the Heavenly Court's war drums had sounded, there was no need to guess: the Demon Race was surely about to attack another race. But which would it be this time? How long could they hold out? Would they surrender after defeat, or choose death over submission?
Gungun pondered this, then raised a bear paw to perform a divination on its digits, but...
"Fellow Daoist, the Dragon Race is in danger. I must return immediately. We can talk more another day!" Ao Yue suddenly told Gungun urgently,