Daoist Ming He looked at the silent Zhen Yuanzi without rushing him, but quietly waited for him to make a decision.
Zhen Yuanzi felt guilty in his heart, guilty towards his good friend Daoist Hong Yun.
After a moment, Zhen Yuanzi said with a despondent expression: "Ming He, from now on I will be stationed at Longevity Mountain Wuzhuang Temple. If you want to enter Wuzhuang Temple, you must defeat me first."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Daoist Ming He’s face, gradually evolving into a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha, Zhen Yuanzi, had you known this day would come, why did you do it in the first place?"
Although Zhen Yuanzi did not clearly state it, Daoist Ming He understood his words.
Being stationed at Longevity Mountain Wuzhuang Temple means he cannot afford to spend time in the Blood Sea.
The initial talk by Zhen Yuanzi of spending endless ages refining the Blood Sea also turned into empty words.
Having received the promise from Zhen Yuanzi, Daoist Ming He had already left the Longevity Mountain Wuzhuang Temple by the time he finished speaking.
As for defeating Zhen Yuanzi, Daoist Ming He certainly thought about it.
Yet during his time in the Blood Sea, despite exhausting all his means, he couldn’t break the Earth Book in Zhen Yuanzi’s possession; even less likely now at Longevity Mountain.
In Zhen Yuanzi’s Daoist School, to defeat Zhen Yuanzi who possesses the Earth Book would be even more difficult.
After Daoist Ming He left, Zhen Yuanzi looked at the damaged arrays on Longevity Mountain.
With a sweep of his sleeve, the damaged arrays gradually began to repair.
At the same time, the Ginseng Fruit Tree radiated rays of light that began to spread from Wuzhuang Temple, enveloping the entirety of Longevity Mountain.
The previously damaged Longevity Mountain gradually recovered its life.
The life forms that had died were buried within Longevity Mountain, and those that survived but were injured were quickly recovering in this light.
The child servants Qing Feng and Ming Yue, after basking in the light, immediately woke up.
At this time, Zhen Yuanzi sat under the Ginseng Fruit Tree, closed his eyes, and dwelled in deep contemplation alone, enhancing his own strength.
If his strength was sufficient, he could then avenge his good friend.
If he possessed strength like Emperor Jun, perhaps neither East King nor Daoist Ming He, among others, would dare to easily move against Daoist Hong Yun.
Asking now, is there still anyone daring to plot an ambush against Emperor Jun, a brother of the same origin as Donghuang Taiyi?
Of course, Donghuang Taiyi’s strength far surpasses that of Daoist Hong Yun, and he does not possess Hongmeng Purple Qi.
Moreover, Donghuang Taiyi is not alone.
In the Primordial World, the conflict between the Witch Clan and the Immortal Court deepened, with countless lives lost from both sides.
However, neither the Twelve Ancestor Witches nor East King of the Immortal Court had the desire to fight each other, allowing the constant slaughter of their followers.
Wu Xian sat within Pangu Hall, looking up into the sky.
Like a massive mountain, it weighed on the heads of the Witch Clan, deterring the Twelve Ancestor Witches and the Witch Clan from acting rashly.
Fortunately, apart from intervening in that battle, the Taiching Saint had not interfered in the conflicts between the Witch Clan and the Immortal Court.
Otherwise, the Twelve Ancestor Witches might have already led the Witch Clan to attack Shouyang Mountain.
Wu Xian looked at the number of deceased from his Clan in his hands and couldn’t help but sigh.
If this continues, the Ancestor Witches might not be able to endure much longer.
The conflict between the Immortal Court and the Witch Clan was fierce, and other races on the Primordial Continent also constantly battled the Witch Clan to support the Immortal Court.
After all, should the Witch Clan truly unify the Primordial Continent, these races would end up as mere food for the Witch Clan.
In such a situation, other races naturally stood against the Witch Clan.
Of course, the Witch Clan did not fight alone; they too had allies.
However, there was no real pact between them and these ’allies’, nor had there ever been any exchanges.
Moreover, these allies were few and highly mysterious.
These ’allies’ were the Outer Heaven Demons under Demon Ancestor Luo Hou.
After the return of the Six Saints, restrictions on the Demon Realm were loosened, allowing many Outer Heaven Demons to leave the Demon Realm and enter the Primordial World.
However, the Western Primordial was too barren, with sparse Innate Spiritual Energy, scarce resources, and few life forms. Even Demon Path life forms were reluctant to move to the Western Primordial.
After all, in the era they lived in, the conditions in the Western Primordial were fundamentally on par with the Eastern Primordial.
And importantly, the Western Primordial was too tranquil for their liking.
Sparse Spiritual Energy, scarce resources, and few life forms; the Western Primordial could not even foster Great Divine Ability Users.
The entire Western Primordial was controlled by the Buddhism established by Jieyin Saint and Zhunti Saint.
As discussed by the Five Saints amidst the Chaos, Yuqing Yuanshi was not wrong; Buddhism truly could control the Western Primordial without effort.
Under such conditions, how could the beings of the Demon Path enjoy such a peaceful life?
In contrast, the Eastern part of the Primordial Continent, with battles between the Witch Clan and the Immortal Court, and the Witch Clan and various other races, was very chaotic.
This chaos provided a favorable environment for the survival of the Demon Path beings.
Much like the earlier Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, continual provocation by Demon Ancestor Luo Hou led these three powerful races, once hopeful to dominate the Primordial, to ultimately harm each other grievously and exit the stage of history.
Thus, beings of the Demon Path were extraordinarily active in the Primordial World yet also particularly cunning and difficult to detect.