"Then you can only blame yourselves for being less skilled, that's what you just said! But even if I kill those little things, I won't let your demon race's Grand Luo Golden Immortals go either. Sooner or later, I'll make you, Di Jun, regret your actions!"

"If you dare to harm my demon race, then don't blame me for retaliating against your witch race as well!"

The two sides grew increasingly enraged as they talked, and in their extreme anger, they disregarded the fact that they were in Zixiao Palace and raised their hands to fight.

The demon and witch clans cried out in alarm, "Your Majesty, you mustn't!" At the same time, deep within the Zixiao Palace, a wooden fish suddenly rang out with a loud "dong".

Two children, a boy and a girl, walked out slowly with stern faces: "The master has summoned you. You dare to cause trouble again. What should your punishment be?"

Di Jun and Di Jiang had no choice but to stop and reluctantly apologize to the Dao Ancestor. The two children looked even uglier, as if they wanted to say something more, but they could only swallow their anger due to their many concerns.

Tong Su lowered her head, but her eyes were fixed on the two Tong Sus, her fists clenched tightly.

In Zixiao Palace, besides Hongjun, who had merged with the Dao Ancestor, and Luo Hou, the demon imprisoned in the rear hall, only two other people lived there—two attendants whom Hongjun had conjured with spirit stones to serve him:

Haotian.

Yaochi (Jade Pool).

In other words, after the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race was destroyed in later generations, they plundered thousands of disciples from the Three Pure Ones, ostensibly to rebuild the Heavenly Court, but in reality to wipe out the entire Demon Race...

The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother.

After losing the protection of Di Jun and Tai Yi, the demon race fell into decline. The once powerful demon saints who could control the weather were reduced to being the mounts of immortals; the lesser demons became objects of hatred and disgust in the human world and were almost exterminated.

Any demon with talent is either killed in childhood to cut off its lineage, or captured and made a miserable slave, working for its enemies instead.

In later generations, only one piece of the spirit stone that Nuwa had overlooked to mend the sky once transformed into a divine monkey with boundless spiritual power. In just a thousand years, it cultivated to the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal and even nearly overthrew the second Heavenly Court, restoring the glory of the demon race.

But due to a series of unforeseen events and the obstruction of Heaven, it ultimately could not escape the combined efforts of the second Heavenly Court and the Western Paradise. Its pride was worn away, it was bound by a golden headband, and its demonic identity was completely erased...

And there's the Golden Crow.

He will die at the hands of the witch clan, his nine souls annihilated, until he loses his mind and becomes a sun in the sky without any consciousness.

She would never hear his hearty laughter again, nor see his radiant face...

Thump—!

"quiet!"

The boy struck the wooden fish in his hand again, cursing in a gloomy tone. The sound waves, protected by the Heavenly Dao, carried a powerful pressure, causing everyone in the hall to tremble.

"In the name of Heaven..."

The Dao Ancestor's indifferent and ruthless voice suddenly rang out, as if it were right next to everyone's ears. The voice was as thunderous as a thunderbolt, making everyone's blood and qi surge, and forcing them to kneel respectfully on the ground.

"...Order the Lich and Demon races to temporarily cease hostilities. You shall receive this decree immediately and must not fail to comply!"

armistice?

They've already gone berserk, and now the Heavenly Dao is just going to order them to stop fighting peacefully?

Those demons who died, those cubs whose deaths were never avenged, their blood staining the entire wasteland—

Are we just going to obediently give up our hatred like that?

Why should I?!

On what grounds?!

The demons' faces showed disapproval.

Di Jun said in a deep voice, "Please reconsider, Master Hongjun."

"Think thrice? What do you mean by 'think thrice'? I think what the Dao Ancestor said is very good!"

Seeing their reluctance, the Twelve Ancestral Witches laughed maliciously: "The Dao Ancestor is so wise, what are you still doing making excuses here? Do you think you are wiser than the Dao Ancestor?!"