The Wu Clan's physical bodies were eroded by killing intent, making it impossible for them to cultivate their Primordial Spirits. This had long been common knowledge throughout the Primordial Wilderness.
Yet Emperor Jiang had seemingly broken this restriction.
As everyone knew, only one person in the Primordial Wilderness possessed both the Pangu Bloodline and a Primordial Spirit. He had now become the Hong Yun Dao Venerable revered by all.
If Emperor Jiang could also cultivate a Primordial Spirit, wouldn't he become the next Hong Yun?
Since Emperor Jiang could possess a Primordial Spirit, would the other Twelve Ancestral Witches be far behind?
One Hong Yun had already left the countless Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness gasping for breath. If twelve more appeared, wouldn't the Primordial Wilderness become the Wu Clan's domain?
At Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones had gathered together—a rare occurrence.
Ever since becoming Saints, they had each been busy with their own affairs. Because of their previous disputes, even their relationship had grown considerably more distant.
"Eldest Brother, what do you think about Emperor Jiang possessing a Primordial Spirit?"
Yuanshi's expression was solemn. The Ancestor Witches were also Pangu Descendants, just like them.
The Three Pure Ones considered themselves Pangu's True Lineage. Yuanshi had always looked down on all members of the Wu Clan except Hong Yun, simply because they had been invaded by killing intent and could not cultivate their Primordial Spirits.
Now that the Ancestor Witches possessed Primordial Spirits, didn't that make them even more orthodox than the Three Pure Ones?
Laozi's gaze was deep and his expression calm. His steady bearing gradually suppressed Yuanshi's anxiety.
"Second Brother, don't be impatient. Emperor Jiang possessing a Primordial Spirit is his own Creation. We are Heavenly Dao Saints, and our horizons and knowledge have long since