At that moment.
On Mount Sumeru.
Luohu had returned to the seat of his demonic sect.
His forces were now considerable.
He had already had quite a few subordinates, and he had also taken over the former territory of the Western Teachings.
Now, his forces had grown even larger.
Yet Luohu did not particularly concern himself with this.
For one thing, his own tradition did not need to be passed down in this manner.
For another, he had always been accustomed to being alone.
Even founding a sect would not change his old habits.
He still adhered to his original ways.
And at that moment.
On Mount Sumeru, inside what had once been the Great Thunderclap Temple.
Luohu sat in the seat of honor.
He surveyed the eight Demon Gods before him.
After a pause, he said slowly:
"In three days, the investiture of the gods marking the calamity will take place at the Heavenly Court. When that time comes, I will make my move."
"And once I move, Hongjun will surely act. It will undoubtedly be exceedingly dangerous, and there will be casualties."
Luohu swept his gaze over the Demon Gods.
Then he said, "You must prepare yourselves mentally-even prepare to sacrifice your lives!"
"We follow the Demon Ancestor, and would not shrink from ten thousand deaths!"
As Luohu finished speaking.
The Demon Gods cried out in unison.
Their voices carried considerable force.
Meanwhile, within Chaos.
Inside Zixiao Palace.
The Four Saints had almost fully recovered their strength.
They had now gathered in Zixiao Palace once more.
Hongjun looked at them.
And said softly:
"In three days, the final moment of the investiture of the gods will arrive."
"Now that your strength has nearly recovered, you need only await that day. When it comes, I will ensure that the