Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Besides the cultivators led by Di Jun, are there any other guests from Zixiao Palace on Mount Buzhou?"

Hearing Haotian's question, Houtu's expression changed slightly: "Fuxi, Nuwa, Dijun, and Taiyi are ranked together, and all cultivators take the four of them as their leaders. Under normal circumstances, I would not be worried, but at this moment, there are nearly fifty Great Luo Golden Immortals gathered on Buzhou Mountain."

Haotian closed his eyes briefly, his gaze fixed on the sky. Dijun was truly going to establish the demon race.

Now, only 50,000 years remain until the Second Zixiao Lecture; it seems the primordial world is about to be stirred up.

"What did Senior Brother Sanqing say?"

Houtu pursed her lips: "The message has already been sent, but it hasn't arrived yet."

Haotian understood that even though the Three Pure Ones were also Primordial Golden Immortals, they couldn't travel as fast as he could using spatial laws. The Primordial World was vast, and even Primordial Golden Immortals would need some time to reach Buzhou Mountain.

Only sages can use the power of the Heavenly Dao to appear anywhere in the primordial world at any time.

"What are your plans, Ancestral Witches?" Haotian was silent for a moment, then looked directly at Houtu. "I don't think you'll just stand by and watch Dijun and the others take action."

Even if Di Jun said he wanted to worship the great god Pangu, there was no need to lead so many people. It was just that the excuse was too good. As a descendant of Pangu, the Ancestral Witch had no reason or ability to stop Di Jun and the others from doing so.

Otherwise, the Ancestral Witches would have no face to call themselves the true descendants of Pangu in front of all living beings in the primordial world.

It must be said that Di Jun's move was a calculated scheme, directly getting the Twelve Ancestral Witches to let them pass. By the time they established the Demon Race, it was already too late.

Houtu's expression darkened. She knew that Dijun had come to Buzhou Mountain not only to worship the Father God, but before that, the Ancestral Witches absolutely could not attack Dijun.

However, in any case, today's battle may be unavoidable.

She looked intently at Buzhou Mountain. Were they going to fight Dijun and the others here?

But her brothers' tempers were beyond her control!

Haotian sighed softly. It seemed the Ancestral Witch had made up her mind, and the two sides were bound to clash. He looked at Houtu with a distant gaze: "So, what is the purpose of summoning me here, fellow Daoist?"

Yaochi paused for a moment, glanced thoughtfully at Houtu, and then stepped back behind Haotian. Although she knew that Houtu and Haotian had some connection, it was not enough for her to choose to side with the Ancestral Witches.

Houtu paused for a moment. Haotian's status was extraordinary, and their relationship with each other was definitely closer than that of Dijun and the others. As for the Three Pure Ones, she believed that compared to Dijun, they would also stand on the side of the Ancestral Witches.

"Fellow Daoist, I can tell you with certainty that I respect the Great God Pangu, but it is absolutely impossible for me to help you fight against them." Haotian's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were filled with estrangement.

The Witch and Demon races are bound to clash. Even if he changes his plans, he won't get involved with the two races so soon. Neither side is easy to deal with. The Demon race might offer benefits, but apart from Houtu, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are all stubborn and headstrong.

The Heavenly Emperor governs the primordial world. To the Ancestral Witches, what difference is there between him and Emperor Jun?

Making him fight against the demon race for the sake of the Ancestral Witches might earn their gratitude in the short term, but once he ascends to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, the Witch Clan will still be dissatisfied. It's possible that the Witch Clan will be the first to raise the banner of rebellion against Heaven!

Houtu frowned slightly and sighed, "Fellow Daoist seems to know what Dijun is going to do?"

"This is none of your business, fellow Daoist." Haotian ignored him. "They should be arriving at their destination soon. Fellow Daoist, you should rejoin the other Ancestral Witches. In any case, I will not intervene."

It was impossible for Di Jun and others to ascend to the summit of Buzhou Mountain. They could only choose an appropriate time to offer sacrifices, but as long as they established the demon race, the merit and fortune they gained would definitely not be less than that of the Eastern King Duke.

With the help of good fortune, at least two Primordial Golden Immortals can be created, enough to block the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Enough, enough!" Houtu glanced deeply at Haotian, then looked towards Kunlun, before transforming into a yellow light and rushing towards Buzhou Mountain.

"Senior brother." Yaochi looked at Haotian with concern, holding his hand but not knowing what to say.

"It's alright." Haotian smiled reassuringly, but his eyes were somewhat deep. By the time the Three Pure Ones arrived, the demon race would probably be almost ready.

Bai Ze, why didn't you send me a message? Was it because time was too short for him?

"Let us wait at the foot of Mount Buzhou."

Yaochi nodded and said, "Dijun leads a group of Great Luo Golden Immortals, and he and Taiyi also respect Fuxi and Senior Sister Nuwa. At least the four of them are of equal status."

Haotian looked thoughtful. They were all Great Luo Golden Immortals. He guessed that they were afraid that if they fought with the Ancestral Witches, other cultivators would not have time to escape and would become cannon fodder. However, Fuxi and Nuwa had joined the demon race after all!

He looked up at the Sun Star, then shook his head. The demons couldn't possibly be there. The Sun Star's True Fire was extremely powerful, and no other demon race could set foot there. They must have gathered elsewhere to perform the sacrificial ceremony with Di Jun and the others.

Perhaps this is why Bai Ze did not send a message. With dozens of Great Luo Golden Immortals by his side, how could he possibly have the opportunity to leave alone?

"It'll only be a few decades." Haotian suddenly laughed. Dijun and the others definitely wouldn't climb to the top of the mountain.

"Why is Senior Brother laughing?" Yaochi asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I was just thinking about Senior Brother Sanqing." Haotian said, a slight smile appearing on his face. Both the Witch and Demon factions were ready, while Sanqing was still on his way on horseback (not really).

"Yes, they might just arrive and find themselves in the middle of a big scene." Yaochi's eyes darted around. Her senior brother had given such a clear warning, how could she not know that Dijun and the others might have a conflict with the Ancestral Witches?

However, since my senior brother doesn't intend to get involved, it's none of their business.

"Senior brother left in such a hurry that he didn't even pick the spiritual fruits from the Three Immortal Islands. When I came out of seclusion, I saw that my spiritual roots were laden with fruit, but I was busy for quite a while." Yaochi gave Haotian a reproachful look.

"I forgot in my haste to leave, but I've left this for you." Haotian smiled slightly and handed the plain-colored cloud banner to Yaochi. A beam of black light descended from the auspicious cloud, causing Yaochi to suddenly widen her phoenix eyes.

"The Northern Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag?" Yao Chi's eyes lit up, and she raised them in surprise. "Senior Brother actually found this item."

"Yes, it was only with Master's help that we were able to deal with that one," Haotian said, bowing towards the heavens.

"What? He still wants the corpse of that chaotic beast!" Yaochi sneered. "Good for him. As expected of a beast, even if it developed intelligence, it's not smart."

Haotian chuckled, knowing his junior sister would react this way: "Now that you have the Plain Cloud Banner protecting you, I can finally rest assured."

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Yaochi smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling, making Haotian unable to look away.

As the two were talking, three figures approached from afar, and a vow that could be heard throughout the entire prehistoric world resounded from Mount Buzhou.