Ancestral Witch Acts, Chu Feng is Shocked

Pangu Hall, empowered by Pangu's Will, is beyond the scrutiny of even the Heavenly Dao.

Led by the witches, Chu Feng soon arrived outside Pangu Hall.

The hall's doors towered into the clouds, and before them hung nine golden platforms, suspended in mid-air. They exuded an overbearing aura, Dao Charm flowing through them, containing a hint of world-creation intent.

"This is Father God's Hall. Without our guidance, other beings cannot enter," Dijiang said casually.

Chu Feng nodded slightly. He had read about these things in Primordial World novels.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were Pangu's bloodline, so they naturally wouldn't stop their descendants from worshipping him. It was different for other beings.

Even the Heavenly Dao was no exception. This was the difference between a foster child and a biological son.

Not long after, inside Pangu Hall.

Gonggong didn't say a word, immediately sliding into a kneeling position and kowtowing heavily. The ground shook, and Pangu Hall trembled.

"Father God above, your child is suffering! Just now, your child heard Fellow Daoist Chu say that the Heavenly Dao will scheme against us, leading to the deaths of us Twelve Sisters during the Calamity. Please, Father God, save us sisters..."

"What, Father God isn't reacting?"

Dijiang frowned, looking at Chu Feng and urgently asking, "Fellow Daoist Chu, what do we do now?"

Chu Feng rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "I have a method, we can try it."

Immediately, Chu Feng took out the Chaos Green Lotus from his system space and placed it inside Pangu Hall.

Chu Feng took a deep breath and said, "Chaos Green Lotus above, you nurtured Great God Pangu in the past. If we trace the relationship, you are essentially Great God Pangu's mother.

I don't know where you come from now, but you are a supreme treasure of chaos. If you have sentience, please assist Great God Pangu's descendants and communicate with Great God Pangu."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Chaos Green Lotus trembled slightly, as if it heard Chu Feng's call.

The Chaos Green Lotus now had an inseparable connection with Chu Feng and would naturally help him.

Instantly, the Chaos Green Lotus emitted a dazzling light, and dense Dao Charm emanated from it.

An ancient aura, originating from the depths of the distant chaos, enveloped the entire Pangu Hall.

At that moment, Gonggong kowtowed heavily, tears and snot streaming down her face. "Wuwuwu, Father God above, please help us sisters. We don't want to be schemed against and die by the Heavenly Dao."

Zhurong was stunned. She had always been at odds with Gonggong, and seeing her embarrass herself, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Gonggong, you wretch, you're killing me!"

Dijiang's delicate brows furrowed, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. She reprimanded, "In Father God's hall, you are making such a racket. What kind of behavior is this?"

"Qiangliang, Jumang, Tianwu, Yanzi, Xuanming, Shebishi, Zhujiuyin, all of you, go up and beat Zhurong!"

Dijiang sneered and added leisurely, "Beat her hard, until she cries!"

Zhurong was dumbfounded.

Before she could react, Qiangliang, Jumang, Tianwu, Yanzi, Xuanming, Shebishi, and Zhujiuyin all made their move, carrying out "loving persuasion" on Zhurong.

Not long after, Zhurong was crying rivers of tears, clutching her head and curling up, repeatedly begging for mercy. "Wuwuwu, stop hitting me, stop hitting me! Big Sister, I know I was wrong."

"Alright, everyone stop," Dijiang ordered.

The witches gasped in unison. Fortunately, they had held back from laughing, or they would have been the ones beaten. After some thought, they decided to use their own methods.

Jumang immediately knelt, unleashing the Law of Wood, which transformed into a tree trunk and struck her chest heavily. "Wuwuwu, Father God above, my Witch Clan suffers! The Heavenly Dao is too wicked, actually scheming against my Witch Clan."

Holy crap?

Self-harm?

What kind of bizarre move is this?

Chu Feng was dumbfounded.

With Jumang setting the example, Qiangliang's eyes lit up. She unleashed the Law of Lightning and struck herself fiercely, blowing herself up into a mess with an afro.

"Wuwuwu~ Father God above, Jumang is right! The Heavenly Dao doesn't put you in its eyes at all. Please, Father God, uphold justice for us sisters."

Seeing this, Yanzi followed suit, unleashing the Law of Electricity. Her words were almost identical to Qiangliang's.

Tianwu was even more impressive. Using the Law of Wind, he formed wind blades and cut his clothes, revealing glimpses of his skin, making him look like a beggar.

"Wuwuwu, Father God above, my sisters are right. Please protect us. My Witch Clan is poor and doesn't have powerful Spiritual Treasures for defense. After being bullied by other beings, we can't even afford to replace our clothes."

Holy crap!

Chu Feng was shocked again, looking at Tianwu in disbelief. He thought, They're overacting, it's just ridiculous acting, it's too fake. Who would believe this?

Just as Chu Feng was in shock, Xuanming and Shebishi did even more.

One unleashed the Law of Weather, and the other unleashed the Law of Rain. A downpour began, drenching the witches' clothes and accentuating their slender figures.

The two witches knelt down, one hand supporting them on the ground, the other wiping away tears, striking a pose like the female lead in a tragic drama. They said in unison, "Father God above, Tianwu is right. We have it too hard. Without your protection, all beings in the Primordial World bully our Witch Clan.

Without Father God, we are like homeless children. Please, Father God, have mercy on us sisters."

The atmosphere was set. The witches all knelt down and immediately began their performance.

"Waaah-- Please, Father God, uphold justice for us!"

Zhurong shouted at the top of her lungs, even crying until her voice broke. She didn't need to act at all, because she had been beaten to tears by the other witches...

Houtu let out a soft sigh. Imagining the scene of her eleven sisters dying, and unlike the other witches' performances, she was moved and burst into tears, "Wuwuwu~ Father God above, My sisters have always taken good care of me. Houtu doesn't want my sisters to die. I beg Father God for help. Little Tu wants to serve Father God with my sisters."

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Chu Feng was stunned. After seeing the witches' incredible performance, he secretly gave them a thumbs-up.

If they went to modern times to act, they'd all be movie queens. With the laws they wielded, they could create weather, set the mood, nail their expressions, and didn't even need props!

Perform? Who the hell could out-act them?

The witches wailed in unison. As the Dao Charm of the Chaos Green Lotus emerged, an ancient voice echoed within Pangu Hall.

"Chaos Green Lotus... Mother?"

Pangu's Will slowly awakened.

Upon hearing this, the witches cried even harder.

"Father God!"

"Father God!"

Within the great hall, Pangu's sighs echoed, "Alas..."

"I am Pangu. My children have suffered. I still have twelve drops of my vital blood, which I shall bestow upon you."

Following his words, twelve drops of vital blood appeared and fell into the hands of the witches.

"Wuwuwu, thank you, Father God. But we don't have any Spiritual Treasures to defend ourselves. We beg Father God for mercy and to bestow Spiritual Treasures upon us." Xuanming wailed, continuing her act of destitution.

Spiritual Treasures?

What a load of crap!

When she fought, she relied entirely on her robust physique. Not only that, but the other witches were the same.

Xuanming simply wanted them, whether she'd use them or not depended on her mood.

"I recall that after Great God Pangu's demise, his skull transformed into the Jade Plate of Creation. However, the other Jade Plate of Creation shattered into multiple pieces, and the remaining fragments are unaccounted for," Chu Feng reminded them.

As if sensing Chu Feng, a voice echoed again within Pangu Hall.

"Relying on my will, I have recalled two fragments of the Jade Plate of Creation. The other pieces are in the depths of chaos."

As soon as Pangu finished speaking, two fragments of the Jade Plate of Creation flew into Chu Feng's hands.

"Father God, you're playing favorites! You haven't bestowed any Spiritual Treasures upon us yet..." Xuanming cried pitifully.

"My will is only temporarily revived. I cannot bestow Spiritual Treasures upon you again. I can only teach you some Spiritual Powers for self-defense..."