On a certain mountain.
Looking at the giant turtle's limbs in the distance, which had successfully held back part of the Heaven-Collapsing Domain and forcibly reduced the damage suffered around Buzhou Mountain by quite a lot.
The ancestral witch—Zhu Jiuyin—let out a somewhat helpless, regretful sigh.
"...Still one step too late..."
"That Old Turtle killed himself far too decisively..."
"I didn't even get to reap a shred of merit..."
As he spoke.
His gaze could not help but drift toward someone beside him.
That action had the direct effect of lighting a powder keg.
It made the person under his gaze burn with anger.
"What are you looking at?"
"I wasn't the one who knocked down Buzhou Mountain!!"
Gong Gong, another ancestral witch.
Immediately began cursing.
Zhu Rong, standing not far beside him, also grinned and teased at just the right moment:
"Alright, alright... What's the big deal? It doesn't matter whether you knocked it down or not. Maybe you can even go leave your name at the scene or something..."
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Listening to the heartless discussion among his clansmen beside him.
Di Jiang, as their eldest brother.
Though his expression was solemn.
Could only feel rather helpless inside.
When Buzhou Mountain, which had been formed from Pangu's Spine, collapsed, the scene had indeed been earthshaking, with living beings suffering untold devastation.
However.
Because the Primordial World was incomparably vast.
For the Witch Clan living across its boundless lands, the impact was really only so-so.
It was somewhat troublesome.
But far from serious...
Likewise.
The other areas where problems had arisen were more or less the same.
For the Witch Clan, whose individual members were powerful and whose foundations ran deep, avoiding those regions was no difficult matter at all.
It could not be said that there was no