In the Grandmist, years were not recorded, and cultivation knew no time.
Since Wu Ming and Zhenyuanzi parted ways at Wuzhuang Temple, a thousand years passed leisurely.
During these thousand years, the Grandmist's surface was calm, and all major forces were silently accumulating strength.
However, for the Wu Race, these thousand years brought earth-shattering changes.
The Ancestral Witches, who had been cultivating in seclusion, broke through their Realms one after another, relying on their Father God's Legacy and their own extraordinary talents.
Jumang, Rushou, Gonggong, Zhu Rong, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Xizi, Shebishi, and Xuanming all stepped into the Hunyuan Golden Immortal Realm.
For a time, the Wu Race's Luck surged.
After the Ancestral Witches' cultivation advanced significantly, Zhou Ming and his twelve younger siblings gathered again deep within Pangu Hall to jointly comprehend the supreme Legacy left by their Father God Pangu.
Perhaps due to the existence of Zhou Ming, this variable, they managed to deduce new variations from the supreme killing formation within that Legacy—the Celestial Godly Universe Shaking Formation.
This formation could be set up by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, or it could be composed of thirteen people.
If Zhou Ming was added, and thirteen people jointly activated it, using Pangu Hall as the heart of the Pangu True Body, the aura of the Pangu True Body would become so powerful that it would make all the Ancestral Witches tremble with fear, as if the true Father God was about to reappear in the Grandmist!
It would be even better if there was an Opening Heaven Axe.
This would be the Wu Race's strongest trump card.
While the Wu Race was silently accumulating strength in Mount Buzhou, the Yao Race had not stopped its expansion.
Demon Emperor Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, the two brothers, possessed great talent and extraordinary means.
After a thousand years of diligent governance, they finally brought all the billions of Yao Race forces in the Grandmist under their command, completing the great unification of the Yao Race.
The Demon Clan Heavenly Court's Luck was flourishing, and its might reached the Nine Heavens.
On this day, in the Lingxiao Palace of the Heavenly Court.
Dijun sat high on the imperial throne, his face majestic.
Donghuang Taiyi stood below him, his expression arrogant, his Battle Intent soaring.
On the other side was Fuxi, with his refined demeanor.
During these thousand years, Dijun and Taiyi had also personally visited Phoenix Perch Mountain to invite Nuwa and Fuxi back to the Heavenly Court.
However, Nuwa politely declined, citing her seclusion to comprehend the Hongmeng Purple Energy and strive for Enlightenment to become a Saint.
As for Fuxi, after careful consideration, he ultimately chose to return to the Heavenly Court to continue assisting Dijun.
As for Kunpeng, ever since he obtained the Hongmeng Purple Energy, he had been like a startled bird, living in deep seclusion. Dijun and Taiyi did not bother with him as they were busy integrating the Yao Race, and Kunpeng naturally dared not step foot into the Heavenly Court again.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was slightly heavy.
Taiyi was the first to break the silence. He took a step forward, his voice loud, carrying an irrepressible excitement and Battle Intent.
"Big Brother!"
"Now our Yao Race is unified, with all demons united and Luck soaring like a rainbow!"
"You and I, brothers, have also successfully broken through to the Quasi-Saint Middle Stage. Looking at the entire Grandmist, those who can rival us are few and far between!"
"Coupled with our Heavenly Court's billions of demon soldiers and generals, it can be said that the current Grandmist is already the Yao Race's domain!"
Taiyi suddenly looked up, his eyes burning as he stared at Dijun.
"Big Brother, it's time for us to act! Unifying the Grandmist and establishing a supreme great undertaking is today!"
The more Taiyi spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had already seen the scene of the Yao Race ruling the world and all races submitting.
Upon hearing this, Dijun's brows furrowed imperceptibly, and he did not respond immediately.
After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice steady, yet carrying an undeniable majesty.
"Second Brother, I understand your feelings."
"For the Yao Race to be so prosperous today, you and I, brothers, Emperor Xi, and countless Yao Race comrades, all deserve immense credit."
Dijun paused, then changed the subject.
"However, now is not the time to completely unify the Grandmist."
Upon hearing this, the excitement on Taiyi's face instantly froze, and his brows furrowed tightly.
"Big Brother, why?"
"Is our Yao Race's current strength not enough to sweep away everything?"
A profound glint flashed in Dijun's eyes.
"Second Brother, you underestimate the heroes of the Grandmist too much."
"Especially the Wu Race."
Dijun's tone became somewhat solemn.
"The Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Wu Race have all entered the Quasi-Saint Realm now, and their strength should not be underestimated."
"What's more… there's also Wu Ming."
"I cannot see through this person at all."
"His strength is unfathomable, far beyond what ordinary Quasi-Saints can compare to."
When Taiyi heard Dijun mention the Wu Race, especially the mysterious Wu Ming, his arrogance lessened slightly, but he remained unconvinced.
"Big Brother! You are unduly boosting others' morale and dampening our own prestige!"
"That Wu Ming is formidable, I admit it!"
"But so what? No matter how strong he is, he is only one person!"
"With our brothers joining forces, coupled with the might of the River Diagram and the Luo Book, and the chaos bell, are we still afraid of him alone?"
"As for the other Twelve Ancestral Witches, even if they are all Quasi-Saints, so what? Our Yao Race also has many Quasi-Saints!"
"If a war truly breaks out, by concentrating the strength of the entire race, we might not be unable to wipe them out in one fell swoop!"
Taiyi clearly had absolute confidence in the Yao Race's strength. While he was aware of the threat posed by the Wu Race, he believed that the Yao Race could crush them with its overall power.
"Second Brother, do not underestimate the enemy so lightly," Dijun frowned.
Fuxi also nodded at this moment and interjected, "Fellow Daoist Dijun is right."
"That Wu Ming is by no means an ordinary person. No one knows the depth of his cultivation, and that is the most terrifying thing."
"I once secretly tried to deduce this person, but it was a complete Chaos, with no heavenly secrets revealed."
"Such an existence either has a supreme Spirit Treasure that conceals the heavenly secrets, or his cultivation has already exceeded the scope of my deductions."
"Whichever it is, it proves that this person is extremely dangerous."
"Moreover, although the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Wu Race are newly promoted Quasi-Saints, they inherently control Law and possess an unparalleled Physical Body, making their Battle Intent far superior to ordinary Cultivators of the same Realm."
"What's more, they are united. Once they join forces, their power is even more immeasurable."
"Although our Yao Race is strong, if we were to engage in an all-out war with the Wu Race now, even if we ultimately win, it would undoubtedly be a Pyrrhic victory."
Fuxi sighed softly.
"At that time, our Yao Race would be severely weakened, and our elites would be lost. Even if we nominally unified the Grandmist, what would be the point?"
"What's more, those who have obtained the Hongmeng Purple Energy are all in seclusion, cultivating, and may achieve Enlightenment to become a Saint at any time."
"Once a Saint appears, the Grandmist's pattern will surely be reshuffled again. If we suffer heavy losses due to a great war with the Wu Race, wouldn't we be doing others a favor?"
Dijun nodded in agreement: "Fellow Daoist Fuxi's concerns are precisely what I am thinking."
He looked at Taiyi, who was still somewhat unwilling, and softened his tone.
"Second Brother, I am not afraid of battle. It's just that the time is not yet ripe."
"Then, according to Big Brother and Fellow Daoist Fuxi, what should we do?" Taiyi asked sullenly, his tone still somewhat unwilling.
"Are we just going to keep waiting like this?"
Dijun nodded slightly: "Wait, of course we have to wait, but we are not just idly waiting."
"I, along with Fellow Daoist Fuxi, are currently using the River Diagram and the Luo Book to fully deduce our Yao Race's protective formation—the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation."
"If this formation is completed, it will use three hundred and sixty-five Great Zhou Heavenly Star Banners corresponding to the three hundred and sixty-five main stars of ancient times, and then fourteen thousand eight hundred Small Zhou Heavenly Star Banners corresponding to the auxiliary stars, further supplemented by billions of Yao Race members."
"Once it is set up, it can draw upon the power of the stars of the heavens, possessing infinite might, enough to destroy heaven and earth!"
"By then, our Yao Race will have true confidence, enough to face any challenge."
"At that time, once the great formation is unleashed, let alone a mere Wu Race, even those high and mighty Saints, our Yao Race will dare to fight them!"
Dijun's tone was filled with strong confidence.
The River Diagram and the Luo Book were his accompanying Spirit Treasures, containing the secrets of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou's operation. Teaming up with Fuxi, a great power skilled in deduction, it was only a matter of time before they deduced the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation.
When Taiyi heard about the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation, the displeasure on his face gradually faded.
He also knew the power of this formation. If it could truly be successfully set up, the Yao Race's strength would indeed reach another level.
By then, when they spoke of unifying the Grandmist, their chances would naturally be much greater.
"Big Brother, when will the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation be fully deduced?" Taiyi pressed on.
Dijun pondered: "This formation is incredibly profound, involving the stars of the Zhou Tian, and it is not something that can be accomplished overnight."
"However, Fellow Daoist Fuxi and I have made significant progress."
Fuxi also nodded: "Your Highness Eastern Emperor, please rest assured. I will do my utmost to help Your Majesty perfect this formation as soon as possible."
Taiyi took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.
"Good. In that case, we shall wait a little longer!"
"The day the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation is completed will be the day our Yao Race rules the Grandmist!"