The time had come!
Gu Changqing's sudden laughter drew the eyes of Dijiang and the others.
They did not understand what Gu Changqing meant by "the time."
Gu Changqing offered no further explanation.
Heavy with drunkenness, he swayed as he rose to his feet.
Then, he suddenly swept out his palm.
In an instant, a vast surge of sword intent, ten thousand zhang long, materialized out of thin air.
The power of that single sword strike shook the universe and struck terror into their hearts!
No sword in his hand, yet a sword in his heart!
It showed just how astonishing Gu Changqing's mastery of the Sword Dao had become.
But what startled Dijiang and the others even more was what followed.
That immense surge of sword intent plunged into the unseen void, heading straight toward the Demon Court.
"Fellow Daoist Changqing, this is..."
Dijiang frowned slightly and looked at Gu Changqing in bewilderment as he spoke.
An unseen sword strike against the Demon Court?!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the others had yet to prepare for a true war with the Demon Race.
Besides, even if an all-out war erupted between the two sides, there would be no need for Gu Changqing to act.
All this time, his help to Houtu and the Witch Clan had already amounted to the utmost benevolence.
If he personally took action and confronted the Demon Court's mighty figures head-on, he would become entangled in even more staggering karmic burdens.
Yet Gu Changqing said little in response to Dijiang's confusion.
He merely spoke with a meaningful air.
"Heh... it is time Di Jun and Taiyi learned everything."
With those words, Gu Changqing looked toward Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens with keen interest.
Seeing this, Dijiang and the others could hardly press him further.
Elsewhere!