At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Witch City towered majestically.
After countless eons of expansion and restoration, the city had become a colossal metropolis spanning the breadth of dozens of Great Thousand Worlds.
Its walls were forged from nine heavens breathing soil mixed with stellar refined gold. They soared into the clouds, covered in countless Witch Race runes that exuded an ancient, weighty aura.
In an open space within the city, an enormous Dao discussion platform rose from the ground.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had built it together with their divine abilities, and its interior encompassed the space of several Great Thousand Worlds.
It was paved entirely with chaos stone, with the power of laws flowing across its surface. It could withstand full-force clashes between primordial origin golden immortals without suffering the slightest damage.
Seats surrounded the platform in dense rows, enough to accommodate cultivators from dozens of Great Thousand Worlds as spectators.
Today, Witch City was especially lively.
Cultivators arrived in an endless stream from every corner of the Primordial Wilderness. Some rode auspicious clouds, some stood upon flying swords, some mounted exotic beasts, and some transformed into long streaks of rainbow light, all converging on Buzhou Mountain.
Inside and outside Witch City, people formed mountains and seas. Cultivators of every race rubbed shoulders in the bustling crowds.
The first to arrive were naturally the hosts, the Witch Race.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches sat upon a raised dais directly north of the discussion platform, looking down over the entire gathering.
Dijiang occupied the center, Zhu Jiuyin sat to his left, and Houtu sat above and to his right, while the remaining Ancestral Witches lined either side.
Twelve tremendous auras intertwined like twelve pillars holding up the heavens, supporting an entire realm.
Behind them stood the Great Witches whose names