Dijun's Ambition

"Is that... Gonggong and Houtu?"

Above the East Sea, amid the clouds, Dijun gazed down in surprise and suspicion at the two Ancestral Witches traveling together over the sea.

He wondered why the two Ancestral Witches had appeared in the East Sea, and why... there were only two of them together.

But...

Should I strike and kill them while I have the chance? As soon as the murderous thought arose in Dijun's mind, the River Diagram and Luo Book, a Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, appeared in his hand.

As a Quasi-Sage mighty figure who had already severed one corpse, his cultivation surpassed Houtu and the Ancestral Witch by more than a little.

If his true body and evil corpse struck together, it was not impossible for him to take down the two Ancestral Witches.

After a moment's hesitation, Dijun ultimately abandoned the idea. Though, according to his calculations, the Witch Race would undoubtedly be a great enemy of his Demon Race in the future.

And between him and the Ancestral Witches lay an irreconcilable enmity as vast as the heavens.

But his Demon Race had only just been established, and in terms of strength, there was still a considerable gap between them and the Witch Race.

Now was not yet the time for a direct conflict with the Witch Race.

Truth be told, Dijun was already feeling some regret.

Of course, he did not regret offending the Witch Race. With the River Diagram and Luo Book in hand, Dijun had long known that the Witch Race would undoubtedly be a great enemy of his Demon Race in the future.

He only regretted baring his fangs a little too early.

Back when the Demon Race had first been established, he had come into conflict with the Witch Race too early at Mount Buzhou, all for the sake of a few races that had joined the Demon Race.

Otherwise, he and his brother would not have been targeted together by the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the Purple Firmament Palace, missing out on a fortuitous opportunity as great as the heavens.

At the thought of what had happened in the Purple Firmament Palace, the anger Dijun had suppressed flared up once more.

Forcing down both his anger and the urge to strike, Dijun turned, transformed into a streak of rainbow light, and sped away.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

Above the waters of the East Sea, Gonggong and Houtu met up with the ten Ancestral Witches who had come from the direction of the Primordial World Continent.

They were about to tell them what they had learned from Ao Changsheng.

"Wait..." Dijiang raised a hand to stop them, his gaze fixed on the streak of rainbow light flashing swiftly across the horizon.

"That beast was lucky he ran fast." Dijiang snorted coldly.

Perhaps Houtu and Gonggong had been too preoccupied to notice Dijun hiding in the sky behind them in time.

But as the Ancestral Witch of Space, his perception of the space around him was naturally incomparably keen. Even if a Quasi-Sage deliberately concealed himself, he could never escape Dijiang's notice at this distance.

"That was... Dijun?" Houtu's expression darkened slightly.

Because of what Ao Changsheng had told her, she had been so worried that she had failed to notice any trace of Dijun behind her.

Thinking of the enmity they had formed with Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi in the Purple Firmament Palace, Houtu had no doubt that, had her brothers not arrived,

Dijun would definitely have launched a sneak attack on her and Gonggong. The thought left Houtu shaken.

Gonggong, however, did not give it much thought. Instead, he hurled a few curses at Dijun's departing figure, even lamenting that they had not spotted him sooner so they could have killed him.

"All right, everything's fine now. Sister Houtu, go ahead," Dijiang said, looking at Houtu.

"Mm!"

Houtu nodded, and then she and Gonggong took turns recounting everything they had learned from Ao Changsheng.

Of course...

They naturally exchanged such news through voice transmission.

"Aah! That bastard actually said our Witch Race would be wiped out!" The hot-tempered Zhurong flew into a rage as soon as he heard Houtu and Gonggong's account.

Several tongues of flame erupted above his head, and he looked ready to charge into the East Sea and fight Ao Changsheng to the death.

"Zhurong, mind your words!" Beside him, Zhu Jiuyin stepped in to stop him and rebuked him coldly.

"Second brother." Zhurong's anger had yet to subside. "Isn't that bastard curs-"

Before Zhurong could finish, Zhu Jiuyin clapped a hand over his mouth and rebuked him coldly. "I told you, mind your words!"

"That mighty figure has shown our Witch Race the kindness of giving us guidance. What right do you have to curse him as you please?"

"But... he said our Witch Race would decline sooner or later. Isn't that cursing us brothers?" Zhurong protested indignantly.

Even a brute like him understood what the so-called decline of the Witch Race meant.

It was not just him. The other Ancestral Witches around them were angry too; they simply had not shown it as Zhurong had.

"All right, that senior was quite right," Dijiang said, waving a hand.

"Though our Witch Race came into being bearing the will to protect the world Father God created, in the eyes of others, our Witch Race exists to dominate the Primordial World."

"And the outcome of seeking to dominate the Primordial World is nothing more than our Witch Race prospering or declining."

"Prosperity or decline-haven't we known that since the day we came into being?"

"Or are you afraid of death?" Dijiang swept his gaze over the Ancestral Witches, his expression utterly calm.

At Dijiang's words, the Ancestral Witches paused. After a moment's thought, they all laughed.

"Haha, afraid of death? Which son of our Witch Race would be afraid to return to Father God?" Once again, it was Zhurong who spoke, laughing loudly.

"That's right! At worst, we'll just return to Father God."

"What's there to fear about returning to Father God?"

The other Ancestral Witches chimed in with laughter.

Seeing that the Ancestral Witches were no longer seething as they had been, Dijiang laughed too, though he spoke as if annoyed. "All right, don't look as though we're doomed to die before we've even fought."

"Didn't Sister Houtu say that senior was only giving us a warning? It's not as though he said our Witch Race was bound to lose."

"Right! The Demon Race led by those two three-legged crows is a long way from being a match for our Witch Race!"

The other members of the Witch Race also laughed and cursed.

"Let's go. If we want to kill those two crows, we'd better go back to Pangu Hall and cultivate hard first," Dijiang called out.

The Ancestral Witches all answered him and went with him in the direction of the Witch Race. As for what had happened that day, each of them cast it to the back of their mind.

Of course, whether they had truly put it out of their minds was a matter for the wise to judge.

"What can our Witch Race bring to this world?" As she left the East Sea, Houtu glanced back in a daze, recalling those words of Ao Changsheng's once more.

She did not know why, but Houtu could not shake the feeling that Ao Changsheng's words had not been meant for the Witch Race so much as for her.

"Since Houtu and Gonggong came out of the East Sea, they must have found the reclusive mighty figure the Dao Ancestor directed them to, right?"

Elsewhere, above the East Sea, Dijun pondered the matter. No matter how he turned it over, there was only one reason he could think of for Houtu and Gonggong to appear in the East Sea:

the reclusive mighty figure of the Primordial World whom Dao Ancestor Hongjun had directed the Witch Race to find in the Purple Firmament Palace.

"Those barbarians really are lucky!" Dijun cursed inwardly.

They had come to the East Sea as soon as the second lecture in the Purple Firmament Palace ended. Clearly, they had found that mighty figure in the East Sea before the second lecture.

They had found the reclusive mighty figure the Dao Ancestor had spoken of in the vast East Sea in just a few thousand years. If that was not luck, what was?

Unlike him, who had spent thousands of years searching for one mere Daluo of the Dragon Race and still had not found him.

"Damn it..." Dijun's expression darkened at the thought of that Dragon Race Daluo.

Originally, he had only been somewhat interested in the treasure the Dragon Race might possess and the method by which the Dragon Race could break through from Daluo to Quasi-Sage.

After all, he had already become a Quasi-Sage in the Purple Firmament Palace, and his cultivation of the Dao Method of Severing the Three Corpses was proceeding very smoothly.

After becoming a Quasi-Sage, he did not much care about the treasure a declining race might possess.

But...

Dijun thought of the innate divine being he had seen in the Purple Firmament Palace, and a fervent light appeared in his eyes.

"Lunar Goddess Changxi!"

"If I can take the Lunar Goddess as my dao companion, along with Xihe, and make the two goddesses of the moon and sun my empresses, then the Heavenly Court plan can begin."

At the thought of the realm he had discovered and the Heavenly Court plan, a sharp light flashed through Dijun's narrowed eyes.

It was... the light of ambition!