As she pondered the matter of the Protagonists of Heaven and Earth, Dijun's shout suddenly rang out from outside, interrupting Houtu's thoughts.
She raised her head slightly and looked beyond the Netherworld Realm. Dressed in the Heavenly Emperor's ceremonial robes, with a halo of solar radiance behind him and the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, Dijun hovered above the Sea of Blood. His face was livid, as though he wanted to devour the witches alive.
The sight made Houtu chuckle. "Such deep brotherly affection. Dijun... does he have no fear of death?"
"Perhaps completing the Zhou Tian Star-Dipper Formation gave him some confidence," Gungun told Houtu as it ate its pumpkin.
Houtu nodded at Gungun's words.
That was true. The Zhou Tian Star-Dipper Formation could just barely rival a Saint. If he avoided entering reincarnation himself and lured her outside instead, his chances of defeating her were not entirely nonexistent. Perhaps he had a thirty to forty percent chance of winning. Of course, if she unleashed every means at her disposal, her victory was certain. (The Witch Race was still there, too.)
Unfortunately for him, she was currently considering the matter of the protagonists and could not be bothered to fight him.
With that thought, Houtu swept her sleeve. Outside, an irresistible force instantly drove Dijun back more than a dozen steps. Once he steadied himself, a cool voice echoed through heaven and earth.
"Dijun, Taiyi is a deceased spirit and rightfully falls under the jurisdiction of my Underworld. As Heavenly Emperor, you should abide by the laws of the Primordial World. Stop acting recklessly and return to the Heavenly Court at once to attend to the Demon Race's affairs. If you persist in your insolence, I shall cast you into the Nine Hells as well and have you reincarnate