"From this day forth, the demons shall rule the heavens, and the witches shall rule the earth."
Dao Ancestor Hongjun stood in the void, looking down at the Twelve Ancestral Witches as he proclaimed with an expressionless face, "The Witch and Demon Races shall not wage war again for ten cosmic cycles!"
His words carried supreme pressure and the blazing majesty of heaven, filling every living being in the Primordial World with reverence. None dared defy him.
Though the Ancestral Witches seethed with resentment, they were cowed by Hongjun's might and made no further attempt to resist.
Di Jun and the other mighty figures of the Demon Race, by contrast, were delighted. They bowed slightly to Dao Ancestor Hongjun in thanks.
In their eyes, Dao Ancestor Hongjun stood on the Demon Race's side. Otherwise, he would not have helped them at such a critical moment, much less decreed that neither race could fight for ten cosmic cycles. Clearly, he wanted to let the Demon Race rest, recover, and rally its forces anew.
This made Di Jun feel that heaven's mandate was his.
Di Jun was not alone in thinking this. The other mighty demons thought the same, and even the Witch Race believed it.
None of them knew Hongjun's true schemes, and so they were all pawns he could use.
Thus, Hongjun paid Di Jun and the others no heed at all. He turned into a wisp of blue smoke and vanished between heaven and earth.
Yet other concerns lay hidden in his heart.
Who was it that ruined my grand plan? I must find this anomaly as soon as possible...
Clearly, the commotion Ling Feng had caused was what concerned Hongjun most.
For to Hongjun, he was a mysterious existence-an anomaly, just like Nuwa!
"Elder Brother, let us leave