Why make such a fuss over a mere Heavenly Court?!
Outside the cave abode, Duobao and the other disciples of the Interception Sect had already gathered.
After all, they, too, wanted to behold the Sage Houtu's splendor.
Hearing Gu Changqing's words, they stared at one another, their jaws dropping in shock.
A mere Heavenly Court?!
Just listen to that!
Was that something a sane person would say?!
Granted, Haotian and Yaochi themselves were hardly worth mentioning.
But the Heavenly Court's reestablishment was the will of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Moreover, he had already personally acted to reshape everything Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Rather than saying Haotian and Yaochi would rule the Heavenly Court, it would be more fitting to say Hongjun was its true ruler.
That was precisely why Duobao and the others felt such profound gravity and apprehension.
Yet they had never expected Gu Changqing to dismiss the Heavenly Court so utterly.
Houtu, however, smiled at his words, as though she had expected them all along.
"Hehe, indeed!"
"A mere Heavenly Court truly isn't worth mentioning."
"But if that is so, wouldn't this be the perfect opportunity for us to strike?!"
Houtu grew even more puzzled.
Since Gu Changqing also knew that this so-called Heavenly Court had no real strength,
wouldn't a decisive attack by the Witch Clan let everything fall naturally into place, destroying the Heavenly Court in one stroke and curbing the Profound Gate's power?
Gu Changqing offered no further explanation.
He merely gulped down several great mouthfuls of fine wine at his leisure.
Only then, with a long, drunken belch, did he speak cryptically:
"Urp... when the hour comes, heaven and earth lend their strength; when fortune departs, even heroes cannot act freely!"
"Now... the time has not yet come..."
His words left both Houtu and Tongtian