All living beings might have found it unfamiliar.
But Tongtian could not have known it better.
That voice belonged to Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
In an instant, Tongtian turned toward Gu Changqing's cave abode, his expression shifting.
Someone would appear to quell this Witch-Demon War?
Could it be... that Gu Changqing had been referring to Dao Ancestor Hongjun?
This was simply too inconceivable.
After all, during this measureless calamity, the workings of heaven were shrouded. Even saints could not glimpse the slightest trace.
Moreover, Hongjun, the teacher of the saints, had already chosen to merge his own being with the Dao.
It was even more impossible for anyone to foresee his movements.
With no time to ponder further, Tongtian hurriedly fixed his eyes on the Nine Heavens, watching how matters unfolded.
As Hongjun's words faded, a towering flood of sacred light suddenly appeared.
An incomparably majestic figure faintly manifested within it.
Vast as an abyss, a terrifying pressure surged outward.
In an instant, every living being's scalp prickled, and cold flooded their bodies.
Even the Three Pure Ones and the other saints bowed their heads slightly, not daring to look directly at him.
Who besides Dao Ancestor Hongjun could possess such supreme pressure?
Hongjun stood high above, looking down upon the countless trillions of living beings on the earth.
Even the sight of innumerable mighty cultivators lying dead failed to move him.
A moment later, he finally spoke.
"Witch and Demon Clans, this battle of yours has already incurred far too much karmic debt through slaughter. End the fighting here."
"From this day forth, demons shall rule the heavens, and witches shall rule the earth!"
"For one million years, you shall not raise another conflict!"
At these words, all living beings inwardly grimaced.
Good heavens!
As expected of Dao Ancestor Hongjun,