The Gate of Opening

Houtu, seeing him arrive, joyfully said, "Little brother Lin Fan, you've finally come!"

The other Ancestral Witches came to greet him one after another, but Gonggong and Zhurong were nowhere to be seen.

Lin Fan chuckled, "Congratulations to all the Ancestral Witches on the completion of your Primordial Spirits. Truly a joyous occasion."

Dijiang said loudly, "Thanks to the little friend's guidance to Houtu, otherwise, how could we have achieved such a breakthrough."

All the Ancestral Witches showed gratitude towards Lin Fan.

After some pleasantries, everyone led Lin Fan into Pangu Hall.

Lin Fan got straight to the point, "To be frank, I've come this time regarding the matter of the Demon Race."

"The Demon Race?" Dijiang frowned.

The other Ancestral Witches also looked thoughtful—could the Demon Race be making a move again?

Lin Fan nodded and explained the dispute between the Demon Race and Purple Mansion Continent in detail.

"The Demon Race actually intends to attack Purple Mansion Continent?"

"We cannot stand idly by on this matter!"

The hall was in an uproar, and the Ancestral Witches discussed indignantly.

Although Purple Mansion Continent had no dealings with the Witch Race, if it were annexed by the Demon Race, their strength would undoubtedly increase, which would be very disadvantageous to the Witch Race.

Okay, I understand. I will translate according to your requirements.

Di Jun solemnly cupped his hands towards Lin Fan, "Thank you, my friend, for your guidance."

"You mean you want us to support Purple Mansion Continent?" Di Jun inquired.

Lin Fan smiled slightly, "There's no need for that."

"The Demon Race and Purple Mansion Continent have had grievances for a long time, and this time they will surely go all out. You just need to take advantage of their absence to attack the Heavenly Court, and you will surely strike a heavy blow to the Demon Race."

Upon hearing this, joy appeared on the faces of all the Ancestral Witches.

"A brilliant plan! This is truly a golden opportunity that comes once in a thousand years."

"This time, we must break through the Heavenly Court again!"

"We will definitely make the Demon Race suffer heavy losses!"

The Ancestral Witches immediately began to deploy their forces, preparing for the great battle.

Lin Fan left Pangu Hall and went directly to find Zhurong and Gonggong. He had previously heard that the two had threatened to confront him, and since he was visiting the Witch Race today, he naturally had to fulfill this matter.

Lin Fan's spiritual sense swept out, and he quickly locked onto their whereabouts. Zhurong and Gonggong seemed to have sensed his arrival and were about to sneak back to their respective tribes.

"Where are you two going?" Lin Fan suddenly appeared and blocked their path.

Zhurong and Gonggong's bodies stiffened, and they secretly lamented in their hearts.

"When did little friend Lin Fan arrive? It is truly impolite that we did not greet you." Zhurong forced a smile.

Gonggong quickly added, "Why didn't you inform us earlier of your visit, little friend?"

The two were uneasy, fearing that the other party had come to challenge them.

"I have been waiting for a long time, don't you two know?"

Lin Fan's lips curved upwards.

Indeed, no one is willing to be beaten for no reason.

These two hot-tempered Ancestral Witches, in order to avoid a beating, have now learned to feign ignorance.

Zhurong and Gonggong shook their heads in unison, putting on a bewildered expression.

"Little friend Lin, we naturally welcome your visit to Buzhou Mountain."

"Why don't you go to Pangu Hall first? Big brother Dijiang will surely entertain you generously."

"My tribe still has some important matters to attend to. I will come to chat with little friend after I have made the arrangements."

Zhurong's mind raced, and he quickly interjected.

"Exactly, my clan is also tied up with miscellaneous matters. Please forgive us for not being able to accompany you."

Gonggong immediately agreed.

This kid is such a troublemaker. The farther away, the better.

If we can't win, we can always hide, right?

With that, they tried to slip away.

But then, a figure flickered, and Lin Fan blocked their path again, his eyes holding a half-smile.

"To be frank, I've come specifically for the sparring appointment with you two."

"When did we ever invite you?"

Zhurong and Gonggong were instantly dumbfounded.

"Little friend, did you mishear?"

Gonggong added, his face full of confusion.

"The news is absolutely true, Houtu herself said it. She mentioned that after you returned to the mountain, you cultivated diligently and your power greatly increased, and you wanted to have a match with me for three hundred rounds."

Lin Fan's tone was calm.

The two Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, seeing bewilderment in each other's eyes.

When did they say that?

Why did their little sister convey it like this?

Isn't this deliberately setting them up?

"It's definitely a misunderstanding, I never said such a thing."

Zhurong hurriedly explained.

"I never said anything like that either."

Gonggong quickly denied.

They were afraid that if they were half a beat too slow, fists would be flying their way.

"I don't know the details, but Houtu did indeed relay it like this. She also said that you two boasted..."

"That I was too arrogant and that you'd teach me a lesson next time we met, to make me remember."

Lin Fan's face showed a hint of anger.

Zhurong and Gonggong were dumbfounded once again.

This time, they really couldn't deny it. They had indeed said those words. But they were just angry words, meant to save face. Why did this girl tell everything? What kind of grudge did she have? If she was unhappy, she could have reasoned with him face-to-face, why stab him in the back?

"Little friend, those were just words spoken in anger, absolutely no offense intended." Zhurong frantically waved his hands.

"That's right, little friend. Those were all Zhurong's stupid words. I didn't say a single one."

Gonggong said with a serious expression, almost swearing to the heavens.

He had betrayed Zhurong in an instant.

Hearing this, Zhurong's expression instantly lost control.

"You bastard Gonggong, you never do anything decent. Now that there's trouble, you want me to take the blame? This is trying to kill me!"

Rage surged in Zhurong's heart.

He lifted his leg and delivered a flying kick. Gonggong, caught completely off guard, was sent flying.

Zhurong ignored the flying Gonggong and quickly explained to Lin Fan:

"Little friend, don't believe him. Those words were clearly Gonggong's idea!"

"Bullshit! You dare to attack me after I exposed you?"

Gonggong, who had been ambushed, was furious.

His aura surged, he activated the Law of Water, and swung his heavy fists at Zhurong.

Zhurong, not to be outdone, fought back with all his might.

The two old rivals instantly clashed.

The entire void trembled violently, and the Laws of Water and Fire churned, changing the color of the sky and earth.

Lin Fan was also stunned. He had originally prepared to fight both of them, but he didn't expect them to start fighting first.

But how could such a great battle be without him?

"Hmph! Take this punch!"

Before his voice even fell, Lin Fan had already cut into the fray like lightning, his fists smashing towards both of them.

Zhurong and Gonggong, engrossed in their fierce battle, were caught off guard and were hit with contorted faces, spitting blood.

They slammed heavily onto Buzhou Mountain, faces first.

The battlefield situation instantly reversed.

Lin Fan fought two against one with ease. Zhurong and Gonggong had no way to resist, their faces bruised and swollen from his punches, which were like little crispy buns.

"Little brother, why get so angry? We can discuss things calmly."

"Don't hit my nose! Ouch!"

"By heaven and earth, I absolutely never said that!"

"Gonggong, you idiot, why are you crashing around?!"

"I want to ask you what you're going crazy about!"

Wails echoed endlessly on Buzhou Mountain, screams rising one after another.

The two ancient gods regretted it to the core.

If only they had known they would end up like this.

Why did they have to be so foolish and spar with this kid back then?

Sparring was one thing, but they had to brag in front of the goddesses Houtu and Xuanming.

The louder they boasted then, the more miserably they suffered now.

Just as Lin Fan often said:

If you don't have the ability, don't pretend. Otherwise, you'll end up with the most arrogant stance and take the hardest punches.

The howling continued for a long time before gradually subsiding.

Gonggong and Zhurong's eyes were red, on the verge of tears from grievance.

Lin Fan returned to Pangu Hall, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

He then began to investigate the movements of the Demon Race.

However, upon deduction, he found the Heavenly Secrets to be clear, with not a single ripple from the Demon Race.

This abnormal phenomenon made his brow furrow.

Logically, the Demon Race and the Purple Mansion Continent were sworn enemies.

Even if the Demon Race had concerns, they wouldn't be completely inactive.

Could someone have obscured the Heavenly Secrets?

The more he thought, the more suspicious he became.

The figure of Laozi appeared in his mind.

This one, who had always secretly supported the Demon Race to restrain him, was likely ** inseparable from this matter.

Lin Fan's mind stirred, and his figure vanished into the river of time.

As he drifted with the current, a grand scene suddenly unfolded—

Billions of demons covered the sky and earth, their mighty pressure chilling the cultivators of the Purple Mansion Continent.

The two great demon saints, Kunpeng and Bai Ze, led the entire army.

Behind them, the demon kings revealed their true forms, towering like mountains, their manes like sharp swords glinting with cold light.

Winged canopies cast continuous shadows, wings tens of thousands of feet long covering the entire Purple Mansion Continent.

Within the Purple Mansion Continent, panic quickly spread. Many cultivators looked alarmed and at a loss.

Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes.

The Demon Race had indeed begun to attack the Purple Mansion Continent.

He immediately sent a divine sense message to Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches.

It was inconvenient for him to intervene personally.

The Great Tribulation was perilous, and the conflict between the Witches and Demons concerned the Heavenly Secrets and destiny.

Frequent intervention might arouse Hongjun's vigilance.

Dijiang quickly received the message and promptly summoned the Ancestral Witches to prepare for departure.

Inside Pangu Hall, Zhurong and Gonggong appeared looking rather unusual.

Bruises adorned their faces, as if they had just finished a fight.

"What happened to you two?" Dijiang asked, confused.

The other Ancestral Witches also cast strange glances.

Zhurong remained silent, turning instead to Houtu, his tone filled with indignation:

"Little sister, when did we ever say we would fight Lin Fan for three hundred rounds? Why did you pass on such a message?"

"Little sister, I've always treated you well," Gonggong added indignantly.

The two formerly imposing Ancestral Witches now looked like they had been wronged.

This scene made the other Ancestral Witches stifle their laughter.

Houtu looked at her two brothers' awkward predicament, feeling both helpless and amused.

Those words were just something she had casually made up, never expecting Lin Fan to take them seriously.

Xuanming wore a strange expression.

"Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, you weren't taught a lesson by Lin Fan again, were you?"

As soon as she spoke, the Ancestral Witches could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

They all knew about the time Zhurong and Gonggong were taught a lesson by Lin Fan last time.

That incident had always been a source of amusement for them.

Now that the two had been beaten into unrecognizable shapes again, it made them find it even more absurd and hilarious.

Facing the ridicule of their brothers and sisters, Gonggong appeared flustered and embarrassed.

Fortunately, Houtu was there. If it were anyone else, with his fiery temper, he would have already thrown punches.

Zhurong, who cared most about his reputation, couldn't hold back any longer and angrily questioned:

"Little Sister, why did you say that to Lin Fan?"

As soon as the words fell, Dijiang frowned, and his sharp gaze immediately swept over.

Zhurong and Gonggong trembled all over and no longer dared to speak loudly.

They knew very well how much their Eldest Brother doted on their Little Sister.

If they dared to speak in that tone again, their Eldest Brother's fist would definitely greet them immediately.

Having just been beaten, they didn't want to go through it a second time.

Zhurong lowered his voice: "Little Sister, you must give us an explanation this time."

Gonggong also looked at Houtu with pleading eyes.

Feeling uncomfortable under their resentful gazes, Houtu quickly changed the subject: "Eldest Brother, the Demon Race has already begun attacking the Purple Mansion Continent. We must act quickly, as there is no time to delay."

This statement was immediately echoed by the other Ancestral Witches.

Zhurong and Gonggong getting beaten was a trivial matter, nothing major.

"That's right, Little Sister is right."

"The opportunity for battle is fleeting."

"Alright, you two stop pretending. Daoist Friend Lin must have held back, otherwise, how could you be so lively?" Zhu Jiuyin teased with a smile.

He had witnessed Lin Fan's monstrous physical strength.

If Lin Fan had truly gone all out, Zhurong and Gonggong would have been defeated long ago.

"Exactly, Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother, stop playing the victim. It's just a small matter."

Listening to these sarcastic remarks, Zhurong and Gonggong felt a chill in their hearts.

A small matter?

It wasn't you who got beaten.

You're just enjoying the show without caring about the consequences.

Go try it yourselves!

Lin Fan's fists don't have eyes.

Whoever they land on will know the pain!

"Enough, let's put these trivial matters aside," Dijiang said solemnly. "The Witch Race army will set off immediately to attack the Heavenly Court."

Seeing that Dijiang had made the decision, Zhurong and Gonggong no longer dared to say anything more.

The many Ancestral Witches led the army and charged straight towards the Heavenly Court.

After the Twelve Ancestral Witches departed, Lin Fan walked directly to the innermost part of Pangu Hall.

As he stepped into the depths, he clearly felt the surging Pangu Blood Pool

and the incomplete Pangu Heart.

After careful nurturing by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it showed signs of revival and began to beat faintly.

The three thousand laws within Lin Fan's body suddenly resonated.

He was secretly surprised.

This Pangu Heart actually contains the true meaning of the three thousand laws?