Visiting the Twelve Ancestral Witches

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Sanqing bowed three times toward Buzhou Mountain, giving thanks for Pangu Father God's grace of Creation.

If Pangu Father God had not cleaved open heaven and earth, opened up the Primordial Wilderness, and transformed His body into all things, how could Sanqing have come to be?

"Big Brother, what kind of witches do you think the Twelve Ancestral Witches, our brothers and sisters, are? Will the Twelve Ancestral Witches reject us, Sanqing? Will they have bad tempers? This is truly worrying—I have no idea what they are really like."

Having arrived at Buzhou Mountain and drawn near Pangu Hall, Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Lingbao instead grew somewhat nervous.

Sanqing had been nurtured together, so they naturally knew one another well.

But the Twelve Ancestral Witches had not been nurtured alongside them. They had no idea what sort of beings the others were.

They did not even know how to get along with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, their brothers and sisters.

Seeing the reactions of his second and third brothers, Taiqing smiled knowingly.

Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Lingbao's current reactions were somewhat like what he had seen in later generations—a daughter-in-law meeting her parents-in-law, or a son-in-law meeting his father- and mother-in-law.

"Second Brother, Third Brother, there is no need to be nervous. Just treat them normally. As you and I three brothers usually get along, so should you get along with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, our brothers and sisters. With Father God's will as assurance, they will acknowledge us."

Taiqing vowed with absolute confidence.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were the Primordial Wilderness beings who respected Pangu Father God most deeply.

Now that Taiqing had Father God's will to guide him, that was precisely why he dared guarantee that the Twelve Ancestral Witches, their brothers and sisters, would acknowledge Sanqing.

Although the Witch Race possessed no Primordial Spirits and were a band of reckless brutes, it was not as though they would acknowledge anyone who merely claimed to be Pangu's descendant.

In his previous life, had the Witch Race and Sanqing not despised one another over the title of Pangu's orthodox lineage?

"We will follow Big Brother's arrangements in all things."

Only then did Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Lingbao realize that they had been overly nervous, and hurriedly adjusted their mindsets.

They were brothers and sisters, not going to meet some vicious fiends.

Following their faint, intangible sense of Pangu Hall, Sanqing soon arrived outside it.

Unlike the last time Taiqing had come, Pangu Hall had now emerged into the world along with the birth of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Before them stood an ancient yet elegant, majestic palace at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. It exuded a terrifying pressure and embraced all things like chaos itself.

The palace seemed fused into Buzhou Mountain as one, and from it emanated Pangu's terrifying Pressure.

This grand palace was none other than Pangu Hall.

If one sensed it carefully, one could also detect within Pangu Hall twelve laws: space, time, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and weather.

These twelve laws corresponded exactly to the laws mastered by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Above that grand palace stood a plaque.

Upon it were written three great divine characters—Pangu Hall.

Those three characters contained an incomparably powerful artistic conception.

If one stared too intently at the plaque, it felt as though one would be dragged into chaos itself.

One would personally witness the scene of Pangu cleaving open heaven and earth, his axe splitting apart three thousand Chaos Demon Gods.

"It truly is magnificent beyond measure. Even Purple Cloud Palace would likely pale into insignificance before Pangu Hall."

As Sanqing gazed upon the imposing and magnificent Pangu Hall before them, they were all deeply shaken.

Even Taiqing, who possessed memories of later generations, was profoundly awed by Pangu Hall.

The grandeur of Pangu Hall was such that even the most magnificent structures in the world of later generations could not compare to even one hundred-millionth of it.

"Creation truly is wondrous and unfathomable. Great God Pangu truly deserves to be called the peerless being who opened up and created the Primordial Wilderness. Even my Dragon Palace cannot compare to even one hundred-millionth of Pangu Hall."

Ao Jiang, seated beneath Yuqing Yuanshi, sighed in admiration.

He had considered himself widely traveled and well-informed. In the vast Primordial Wilderness, he had believed that no palace of any race could rival their Dragon Palace.

Now, with Pangu Hall right before his eyes, he admitted that his knowledge had been shallow.

The Dragon Palace simply was not worthy of being compared with the grandeur of Pangu Hall.

"Take a look at what this is—Pangu Hall, created by Great God Pangu himself. I admit that your Dragon Palace is the foremost palace in the Primordial Wilderness apart from Pangu Hall. But if you wish to compare it with Pangu Hall, that would truly be slighting Pangu Hall."

Feng Jiu spoke.

The Phoenix Clan lived atop parasol trees and had no palaces.

Back when they had compared themselves with the Dragon Clan, the Dragon Clan had constantly used this as ammunition to attack and disparage the Phoenix Clan.

Now, they could at least borrow Pangu Hall to recover a little confidence.

After all, before Pangu Hall, they were all trash—none of them had any right to mock the other.

Naturally, this was merely a private contest of wills between Feng Jiu and Ao Jiang.

The present-day Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan had already completely withdrawn from the stage of Primordial Wilderness history.

The grudges and Causality between them had also vanished like smoke with their departure from the Primordial Wilderness.

Moreover, they each held the authority of heaven and earth, so there would be no intersection between them at all.

There was no conflict of interests.

The Sanqing paid no mind to the squabbling between their mounts. So long as it did not harm their harmony, they let them carry on as they pleased.

After admiring the grandeur of Pangu Hall for a while, Taiqing led Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Lingbao toward it.

"Brothers and sisters of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Taiqing, together with Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Lingbao—the Sanqing, descendants of Pangu Father God—have come to pay a visit.

"I ask the brothers and sisters of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to allow us Sanqing into Pangu Hall for a conversation."

Arriving outside Pangu Hall, Taiqing circulated his Magic Power and Primordial Spirit, shouting into the hall.

Even the Heavenly Dao could be shut out by Pangu Hall, much less Taiqing's Primordial Spirit.

Therefore, shouting aloud and knocking on the door were the best options.

Inside Pangu Hall, eleven figures were seated cross-legged in cultivation.

Hearing that living beings outside Pangu Hall dared call themselves descendants of Pangu Father God, and even addressed the Twelve Ancestral Witches as siblings—

All eleven figures opened their eyes, glaring furiously toward the outside of Pangu Hall.

After several Eons, eleven of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had been conceived and born. Only Houtu had yet to be born.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, aside from Dijiang, the Space Ancestral Witch, who had been the first to be born—

Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin had been the second to emerge, while the third was Metal Ancestral Witch Ru Shou.

The fourth was Wood Ancestral Witch Ju Mang, and the fifth was Zhu Rong, Fire Ancestral Witch.

The sixth was Gonggong, Water Ancestral Witch—Gonggong was Lao Liu!

The seventh was Tian Wu, Wind Ancestral Witch, while the eighth was Xuan Ming, Rain Ancestral Witch.

The ninth was Qiang Liang, Thunder Ancestral Witch, and the tenth was Xi Zi, Lightning Ancestral Witch.

The eleventh was She Bi Shi, Weather Ancestral Witch, while the yet-unborn twelfth was Houtu, Earth Ancestral Witch.

"Big Brother, those living beings outside the hall dare call themselves descendants of Father God, and even dare claim to be elder brothers of us Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Let me, Zhu Rong, go out and burn them to ashes with one blaze."

As the Fire Ancestral Witch, Zhu Rong cultivated by absorbing Innate Fiendish Energy.

Without a Primordial Spirit to control that violent power, Zhu Rong naturally possessed the most explosive temper.

The instant he heard Taiqing shouting outside Pangu Hall, he flew into a rage and looked toward Dijiang.

So long as Dijiang gave the command, Zhu Rong would absolutely be the first witch to rush out.

"Fifth Brother, rein in that fiery temper of yours. Since those Sanqing call themselves descendants of Father God, they must have grounds for it.

"I imagine that in this Primordial Wilderness, no living being would dare impersonate descendants of our Father God.

"Besides, although we Ancestral Witches have already been born, we have never walked the Primordial Wilderness.

"I doubt ordinary living beings possess the ability to know of our existence.

"Brothers and sisters, you should first see what the situation is before deciding. Otherwise, if the Sanqing truly are descendants of Father God, and we strike first, we would instead wound the bond between Father God's descendants."