The Primordial World seemed peaceful and serene!
No great battles erupted!
The Witch and Demon Clans each kept to their own corner, without even the smallest clash.
After all, the million-year truce imposed by Dao Ancestor Hongjun carried a truly formidable deterrent.
Whatever the Witch Clan might do, the Demon Race would never dare defy that supreme will and recklessly ignite a war.
At that moment, within the Netherworld Underworld.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered, with the eight Great Witches and the others standing to one side.
Now, rather than calling the land beneath Buzhou Mountain the Witch Clan's ancestral seat, it would be more fitting to call the Underworld that.
After all, Houtu had become a Sage, making the Underworld a true Sage Dojo.
Moreover, its standing far surpassed immortal sanctuaries such as Great Luo Heaven and Kunlun Mountain.
Here, blessed by the supreme Dao resonance of a Sage, cultivation yielded twice the results for half the effort.
Furthermore, Houtu had been eternally confined here by the order of the Heavenly Dao and could not venture out.
Thus, if Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the others wished to discuss how to face the Measureless Calamity with Houtu, they could only come here.
"Damn him! That Hongjun is utterly despicable!"
"Hmph! If the Heavenly Dao's faction hadn't meddled, our little sister Houtu's might would have overwhelmed the universe and towered over all eternity."
"That paltry Demon Race would probably have been reduced to ash and smoke long ago, wiped from existence."
Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the hot-tempered Zhurong spoke with bitter indignation.
As the Heavenly Mandate rolled inexorably onward.
Even beings at the Ancestral Witch level could clearly sense that the karmic sin they bore was growing ever more staggering.
Without a doubt, this was because they were the