After bidding farewell to the two young Daoist boys, Fuxi rode a divine light through the Thirty-Three Heavens and flew toward the Hong Huang World.
The first thing that entered Fuxi's sight in the Hong Huang World was Buzhou Mountain.
Buzhou Mountain, the pillar of heaven in the Hong Huang World.
The Hong Huang World had countless famous mountains and great rivers, but only Buzhou Mountain truly connected to the Thirty-Three Heavens.
It was said that Buzhou Mountain had been formed from Great God Pangu's spine.
But Fuxi suddenly thought: if Buzhou Mountain was Pangu's spine, then wasn't Gong Gong's furious collision with Buzhou Mountain an act of filial impiety?
After all, Pangu was the Father God of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
No one could answer Fuxi's question.
At present, Gong Gong was still obediently staying in the Witch Clan tribe beneath Buzhou Mountain.
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain lay the Witch Clan's main stronghold.
Thinking of the Witch Clan, another question arose in Fuxi's heart.
The question was: compared to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, whose physical body was stronger?
After being strengthened by the first drop of Pangu's Essence Blood, Fuxi had roughly judged, from watching the battle between Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, that the Ancestral Witches' physical bodies were stronger than his own.
After his body had been tempered by the vortex on Three Immortal Island and strengthened by Pangu's Essence Blood, could his current physical strength stand shoulder to shoulder with the Twelve Ancestral Witches?
Since he was currently at Buzhou Mountain and so close to the Witch Clan tribe, why not find the Twelve Ancestral Witches and test it out?
Once the thought arose, Fuxi could not resist the urge to find the Twelve Ancestral Witches and give it a try.