Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation
Chapter 102 - 102 97 Favoritism

102: Chapter 97 Favoritism 102: Chapter 97 Favoritism Zhu Jiuyin could only foresee the mutually damaging outcome as he traveled through the River of Time, unable to discern the specific process involved.

Once the process was in question, the entire River of Time would become exceedingly vague.

However, such an outcome was already sufficient to grasp victory in the battle situation.

“Good.

East King, it seems your newly established Immortal Court is about to fall.

Hahaha…”

Di Jiang said aloud, laughing.

His mood was indeed good; he had not expected Zhu Jiuyin to actually have the Great Witches lead the Witch Clan to come to their aid.

East King watched as the Twelve Ancestor Witches, who were now exhausted, and behind them the Great Witches, along with the Witch Clan.

He pondered the beings within his Immortal Court, who now were in an extremely bad state due to the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

He couldn’t help but think in his heart.

Does Heaven want to destroy my Immortal Court?

East King thought to himself.

At this moment, Di Jun also retreated from the isolated space, appearing on the scene alongside Taiyi.

Since Pangu’s Illusion dissipated, Taiyi had awakened from the state of refining the Chaos Bell.

No, it should now be called the Donghuang Bell.

At this moment, East King couldn’t help but look toward the multitude of powerful beings who were spectating the battle.

“I implore you all, dear Daoist friends, to save the Immortal Court.

The Immortal Court is recognized by the Saint.”

Hearing East King’s cry for help, the powerful beings present showed utmost indifference, with not a single one responding.

Di Jun, upon hearing East King’s words, couldn’t help but shake his head.

If it is the Immortal Court recognized by the Saint, why seek our help?

He should be appealing to the Saint sitting in the Purple Cloud Palace.

He doesn’t want to speak to the Saint now; is he afraid of lowering his impression in the Saint’s mind?

After all, from past interactions, it was clear that East King greatly reveres Hong Jun.

The Saint had appointed him as the Head of Male Immortals, governing Primordial, recognizing the existence of the Immortal Court.

And now, he has fallen to this plight.

“East King, without the recognition of our Witch Clan, your Immortal Court simply cannot be established.”

Di Jiang spoke again.

Hearing Di Jiang’s mockery, East King couldn’t help but reveal a bitter smile.

“Dear Daoist friends, please help the Immortal Court, in future days I will surely repay your kindness.”

East King spoke once more.

After East King finished speaking, Taiching Laozi’s spirit stirred slightly.

This East King actually has a predestined connection with me.

Realizing this, Taiching Laozi immediately started calculating according to the Heavenly Dao, wanting to ascertain the exact nature of this fate.

Unfortunately, while he could sense the connection, he was unable to deduce anything more.

Sigh.

Taiching Laozi couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

Let it be, let it be.

After all, we need to let the multitudes of life in Primordial know that we are Pangu’s true lineage.

As for East King, I might as well help him on the way, and see how he repays my brothers and me in the future.

However, even so, Taiching Laozi did not act hastily.

Di Jiang, having recovered a portion of his strength, exchanged glances with his eleven siblings.

“Kill!”

The Twelve Ancestor Witches charged to the forefront, while Great Witch Hou Yi remained stationary, pulling out the bow behind him and immediately firing an arrow at East King.

The Witch Tribe does not cultivate Primordial Spirits, but this does not mean they do not refine artifacts.

The Witch Tribe led by Zhu Rong is the tribe most skilled at Artifact Refining; essentially, all the weapons of the Witch Clan are crafted by them.

Hou Yi’s bow, of course, was the same, capable of condensing the laws within Hou Yi’s own body into arrows.

The speed of the arrows shot by Hou Yi was even faster than the Twelve Ancestor Witches, reaching East King first.

“Sigh.”

A sigh sounded.

In front of East King, a Pagoda appeared, with Mysterious Yellow Qi hanging down, blocking Hou Yi’s arrows.

The postnatal Supreme Treasure of Merit, Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Treasure Tower.

The creatures watching the battle sensed the Daoist charm emanating from it and immediately recalled the name of this treasure.

Aside from Di Jun, Yuanshi, and Tong Tian, a sense of curiosity couldn’t help but arise in everyone else’s heart.

Who was aiding East King?

At this moment, East King was pleasantly surprised that someone was willing to intervene.

Just then, the Twelve Ancestor Witches arrived at the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Treasure Tower, and without many words, they swung their fists, driving their own laws to attack the Pagoda.

Their punches landed on the strands of Mysterious Yellow Qi, causing ripples that continued to spread and took a long time to subside.

Following the Great Witches and the entire Witch Clan launched their attacks, the ripples grew even larger, causing the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Treasure Tower to shake slightly amidst this onslaught.

However, the strands of Mysterious Yellow Qi hanging from the Pagoda remained firm.

Seeing this, the Twelve Ancestor Witches couldn’t help but wear solemn expressions.

“Ancestor Witches, why don’t we just stop here?”

At this moment, Taiching Laozi came by East King’s side and spoke to the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Accompanying Taiching Laozi were Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Tong Tian.

“So it was you!”

Di Jiang looked at the elderly figure with white hair and beard and spoke.

Di Jiang signaled the Ancestor Witches and the Witch Clan members behind them to cease their attack.

“Ancestor Witches, after all, the Immortal Court has been acknowledged by the Saint and cannot be destroyed.”

“Otherwise, how could we have the face to attend the second sermon by the Saint in Purple Cloud Palace?”

Taiching Laozi spoke in a calm tone.

The other spectators changed their expressions upon hearing Taiching Laozi’s remarks.

Indeed, the Saint had made an appearance when East King reported to Heaven and Earth.

Now that the Saint-acknowledged Immortal Court is being destroyed before them, would they lose the chance to listen at the Purple Cloud Palace?

“Ancestor Witches, now that the Immortal Court has suffered heavy damage, might you be so kind as to stay your hand?”

Daoist Hong Yun stood out with a look of sympathy.

Zhen Yuanzi couldn’t help but shake his head upon seeing this, following behind Daoist Hong Yun.

He had already advised his old friend many times; why did he still persist?

Subsequently, some of the watching crowd also stood behind East King, indicating their stance.

The Immortal Court cannot be destroyed.

Fu Xi wanted to step forward too, but he was held back by Nuwa.

Nuwa gestured for him to look at Di Jun, and seeing that Di Jun and Taiyi made no move, she also stopped him from acting.

After all, in his heart, once the Demon Clan was established and contested with the Immortal Court, it was inevitable.

Within the Primordial, the creatures and resources were only so plentiful; if the Immortal Court occupied more, then the Demon Clan would occupy less.

Seeing this scene, East King knew that his Immortal Court had been preserved, and his heart was at peace.

Di Jiang, watching these figures, knew that he definitely couldn’t destroy the Immortal Court today.

He really wanted to set up the Twelve Devastating Gods Formation again, summon the Father God, and suppress these creatures.

Regrettably, if he forcibly summoned the Father God again, the foundation of the Twelve Ancestor Witches would be destroyed, a loss beyond repair.

“Big brother.”

At this moment, Zhu Jiuyin softly called out, fearful that his elder brother would act impulsively in the moment.