High-end prehistoric world, suppressing ascendants at the start.

"As for these two..." Chen Feng's gaze fell on them, and he said coldly, "Openly resisting the law and attacking law enforcement officers, the evidence is conclusive. According to the 'Temporary Regulations for the Management of Basic Order in the Primordial World,' they need to be detained for reflection as a warning to others. If any of you have any objections, you can go to Zixiao Palace to appeal to the Dao Ancestor."

Should I go to Zixiao Palace to appeal to the Dao Ancestor?

These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last bit of resentment in the hearts of all the Ancestral Witches.

Even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to challenge the Zixiao Palace!

That's not an appeal, that's suicide!

The ancestral witches exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a complex mix of anger, frustration, helplessness, and a hint of relief at surviving a calamity. Finally, all eyes turned to Dijiang.

Dijiang clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly. As the leader of the Wu tribe, how could he have ever suffered such humiliation? To watch helplessly as his two brothers were bound and taken away for "detention" was tantamount to rubbing the Wu tribe's face into the ground!

But... circumstances are beyond our control.

He exhaled a long breath, as if to release all the anger and resentment in his heart. He slowly and laboriously cupped his hands in greeting to Chen Feng, the mysterious and unfathomable "Director".

"So that's how it is... It was our recklessness that led us to fail to understand Fellow Daoist Chen's good intentions, and we almost caused a great disaster." Dijiang's voice was extremely dry. "However... although Zhurong and Gonggong are impulsive by nature, they were acting for their brothers and did not intend to offend Fellow Daoist Chen. Please, Fellow Daoist Chen..."

"rest assured."

Chen Feng interrupted him directly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"I enforce the law based solely on regulations, not personal relationships. If they make a mistake, they must be punished. However, I am not heartless; I will simply detain them for a few days, letting them drink tea and copy the 'Temporary Regulations for the Management of Basic Order in the Primordial World' to temper their temperament. When the time is up, they will be released naturally."

"As for Hou Yi's matter, we will send someone to inform you of any progress. Now..."

Chen Feng's gaze swept over the Ancestral Witches blocking his way, and his voice deepened.

"Get out of the way."

These two simple words carry an undeniable air of authority.

Dijiang fell silent. The Ancestral Witches behind him, including Rushou and Jumang, glared angrily, but none dared to step forward. The results of Zhujiuyin's deductions, the intimidation of the Dao Ancestor's talisman, and the reality of Zhurong and Gonggong being easily suppressed—three great mountains weighed on their hearts, rendering them immobile.

Finally, Dijiang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, everything was calm. He turned to the side and waved with difficulty to his brothers behind him.

One road was cleared.

Chen Feng remained indifferent, carrying the unconscious Hou Yi in his left hand and holding two purple-gold chains in his right, the other ends of which were connected to the weakened Zhu Rong and Gong Gong. Under the complex gazes of the assembled Ancestral Witches, he strode forward unhurriedly.

Every step felt like stepping on the dignity of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were still struggling unwillingly, but they couldn't make a sound. They could only stare at their brothers with angry eyes, as if questioning why they were so cowardly.

But Dijiang just watched silently, without saying a word.

He knew that the Wu clan had lost a great deal of face today, but he also knew that compared to the survival of the entire clan, what did this little bit of face matter?

This man named Chen Feng, and this so-called "Heavenly Order Maintenance Division," may bring a completely new set of rules to this ancient and savage prehistoric land, rules that they have never imagined before.

Chen Feng's figure gradually turned into a blurry black dot in the eyes of the group of towering ancestral witches in front of the Pangu Palace, and finally disappeared into the horizon. He did not walk fast, but each step seemed to be on some kind of mysterious rhythm. Space naturally folded under his feet, and in an instant, he had traveled hundreds of millions of miles.

Behind him, there was a deathly silence.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, the most powerful overlords on the primordial land, now seemed to have had their spines removed, leaving them only with a heart full of frustration and powerlessness.

The look in Zhurong and Gonggong's eyes when they were taken away was like two red-hot iron rods, deeply imprinted on the hearts of Dijiang and the others.

"Big brother..." Qiang Liang said in a muffled voice, his voice trembling slightly, "...you just...you just let him go like that?"

Dijiang didn't turn back. He stared in the direction Chen Feng had disappeared, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He slowly shook his head, his voice hoarse as if two stubborn stones were rubbing together: "What can we do if we don't let him leave? Fight him? And then what? Watch the future that Zhujiuyin saw become reality?"

Upon hearing this, all the Ancestral Witches fell silent once more. Zhu Jiuyin's deathly pale face and horrified eyes were more persuasive than any words.

The Lich Wars, the collapse of heaven and earth... that was an ending they could not bear, nor dared to bear.

"Dao Ancestor... Heavenly Order Maintenance Division..." Zhu Jiuyin murmured softly, his eyes, which could see through the river of time, filled with unprecedented confusion, "It's changed... everything has changed. In the river of the future, an unbreakable dam has been erected, and all the tributaries will be diverted as a result..."

After a long while, Dijiang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, and regained his composure and dignity as the leader of the Witch Clan.

"Pass on my orders!" His voice echoed throughout Mount Buzhou, "From this day forward, restrain your people and forbid them from causing any further trouble! Especially avoid conflicts with the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court if possible!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of his brothers, and said, word by word, "This 'Heavenly Order Maintenance Division,' this Chen Feng, we can't afford to offend them. Until we figure out the Dao Ancestor's true intentions, the Witch Clan... needs to lie low!"

……

Meanwhile, Chen Feng had already left the territory of Buzhou Mountain.

With a thought, a hazy cloud appeared beneath his feet, carrying him straight up to the heavens and into a void layer that ordinary immortals and gods could not perceive.

This is the temporary headquarters of the "Heavenly Order Maintenance Division," a mustard seed world that Chen Feng created himself, which he gave a very simple name—the Guixu Meditation Center.

Although it's called a meditation retreat, it's actually a hidden paradise inside. Mountains and rivers, pavilions and towers, everything is there, and the spiritual energy is so dense that it's almost tangible. However, the entire world is shrouded in an invisible force of order, and any living being within it will feel a suppression from the depths of their soul, making it difficult to use their magical powers and supernatural abilities. They can only obediently abide by the rules of this place.

With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Feng caused the two purple-gold chains binding Zhu Rong and Gong Gong to untie themselves, transforming into two streaks of light that flew back into his sleeve.