Buzhou Mountain.
Twelve figures gathered together, baleful aura surging around them.
"Hongjun is about to preach again!"
Zhurong shouted at the top of her lungs.
Facing her sisters' gazes, Houtu proposed, "The three thousand guests of Purple Xiao Palace are all notable figures in the Primordial World. Going to have a look and learn about their strength can only benefit our clan."
Houtu paused, then continued, "Brother Chu will probably be going too. Let's go join the excitement."
The witches thought about it and found the idea acceptable.
At the last sermon, they had obtained the Innate Gourd Vine, though they had given it to Chu Feng.
Perhaps this time, they might encounter some opportunities worth fighting over.
After pondering for a moment, Dijiang made the decision. "Little sister is right. We are not going to seek the Dao, only to watch the excitement and sound them out.
If we happen to meet Fellow Daoist Chu, that would be even better. It's settled, sisters—we'll go to Purple Xiao Palace together!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches reached a consensus and withdrew their baleful auras. Just as they were about to join forces to tear open space and cross the void—
Two streams of auspicious cloud-light approached from afar and appeared before them. They were none other than Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi.
"Fellow Ancestral Witches, such a grand display—where are you headed?"
Hong Yun greeted them with a smile.
Over the years, she had often discussed the Dao with Dijiang and had recently broken through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.
Dijiang nodded slightly. "The second sermon is about to begin. My sisters and I have nothing better to do, so we intend to go to Purple Xiao Palace and join the excitement."
A glint flashed through Zhen Yuanzi's eyes. "Fellow Daoist