Red Cloud's Origins, Three Pure Ones Battle the Ancestor Witches

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, it's your turn now. If I remember correctly, your cultivation is in the Way of Space. As for the other fellow Ancestor Witches, I hope you won't hesitate to offer your guidance either."

After several people had finished seeking guidance from Hong Yun, Laozi turned his gaze toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

As fellow Pangu Descendants, the Three Pure Ones had been utterly crushed by Hong Yun, whether in cultivation or in their comprehension of the Dao.

To recover some of their dignity, Laozi could only try to find a sense of superiority among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

To his surprise, Dijiang couldn't help sighing.

"Fellow Daoists, you may not know this, but when our Wu Clan was born, we fused with the killing intent of the Earth Veins within Buzhou Mountain. Thus, we have no Primordial Spirits and can only cultivate the Body Refining Path."

The other Ancestor Witches nodded one after another.

Dijiang's words shocked everyone. They did not know whether they should sympathize with or admire the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Previously, they had seen the Twelve Ancestral Witches come to Purple Cloud Palace together to Listen to the Dao, so they had assumed they were fellow cultivators. They had never expected that the Ancestor Witches actually followed the Body Refining Path.

One had to know that the Body Refining Path had another name: Prove the Dao with Strength.

Only those who tempered their bodies to the utmost could comprehend the legendary Law of Strength.

This path was extraordinarily difficult. Even with Great God Pangu's talent, he had still failed to complete it.

"Alas, these Ancestor Witches really are unlucky!" everyone thought with emotion.

Of course, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had their own advantages as well.

Perhaps it was a gift from Pangu before he transformed into all things. Every member of the Wu Clan was born with a Natal Law. Even though they cultivated the Body Refining Path, their use of laws was by no means inferior to anyone else's.

"Wait. If you fellow Daoists have no Primordial Spirits, then why does fellow Daoist Hong Yun, also an Ancestor Witch, possess one? And how is his comprehension of the Dao so profound?"

A flash of light passed through Di Jun's eyes. Meticulous as he was, he had noticed something amiss.

The group of Ancestor Witches looked at one another, but in the end, their gazes still fell upon Hong Yun.

Seeing everyone's curiosity, Hong Yun did not deliberately conceal anything.

He smiled and said, "To be precise, I can also be considered a native of the East Sea. To be honest, I transformed from the First Innate Cloud after it combined with the Pangu Bloodline. I was not born on Buzhou Mountain, so I was not affected by the killing intent."

"Later, when I came to Buzhou Mountain to pay respects to Father God Pangu, I happened to meet these twelve siblings, whose bloodline originated from the same source as mine. That was how I became an Ancestor Witch of the Wu Clan."

"I see!"

Everyone suddenly understood, and they clicked their tongues in amazement at Hong Yun's complicated origins.

Whether it was the Pangu Bloodline or the First Innate Cloud, both were top-tier Innate Demon God origins. As for their fusion, there were two possible outcomes.

Either the bloodlines would become mixed, making further cultivation extremely difficult,

or the advantages of both origins would combine, raising his innate foundation and comprehension to a higher level.

Judging from Hong Yun's current cultivation and comprehension of the Dao, everyone had no doubt that he was the latter.

If Hong Yun knew what they were thinking, he would probably have sneered at it.

What bloodline?

What origins?

This poor Daoist's cultivation depends entirely on himself—and the system!

"What a pity! Since you fellow Ancestor Witches do not cultivate Primordial Spirits, then let us forget it. Shall we conclude this Dao discussion here?" Laozi said, feeling somewhat regretful.

Dijiang frowned and asked, "Fellow Daoist Laozi, are you planning to return to Kunlun Mountain?"

Laozi asked in confusion, "May I ask whether fellow Daoist Dijiang has something else to discuss?"

Dijiang grinned. "What a coincidence. I really do!"

At the same time, an astonishing Fighting Spirit that seemed to challenge Heaven and Earth suddenly rose from his body.

"Fellow Daoist Laozi, we are all Pangu Descendants and have received Father God's inheritance. This Ancestral Witch hopes to exchange blows with you, fellow Daoist Laozi, and verify our cultivation against each other. What do you think?"

As soon as Dijiang finished speaking, eleven more surging waves of Fighting Spirit shot into the sky.

Terrifying pressure enveloped everything within a radius of ten thousand li.

Above the ten-thousand-zhang-high sky, the boundless sea of clouds was instantly torn apart by this immense aura.

Twelve Mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal auras suddenly erupted, causing the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fuxi, Nuwa, and the others to change expressions.

They had guessed that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were at least Grand Unity Golden Immortals, but they had not expected all of them to be Mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortals!

"Battle!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches roared together.

The sea of clouds covering Buzhou Mountain was completely shattered.

The radiance released by the Sun Star descended, dyeing the entire Buzhou Mountain a brilliant golden color.

"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, what do you think?"

Everyone had been frightened by the Fighting Spirit of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

And to think they had praised them for being polite earlier!

Faced with such belligerent Twelve Ancestral Witches, Hong Yun was helpless, but there was nothing he could do.

Forget it. They have to vent their Fighting Spirit somehow. I can only trouble the few fellow Daoists before me.

With a thought, Hong Yun deliberately provoked them: "If fellow Daoists are not in a hurry to return to Kunlun Mountain, you could stay and exchange pointers. The Three Pure Ones are renowned throughout the Primordial Wilderness. Surely you won't avoid battle, will you?"

Laozi gave Hong Yun a long look.

He could naturally see Hong Yun's provocation, but as a deep thinker, he was considering Hong Yun's purpose in doing this.

In truth, Hong Yun merely wanted them to stay a little longer!

"Hahaha! If you want to fight, then fight. Why say more?"

Laozi hesitated, but Tongtian, who was the younger brother, instead laughed loudly. The aura around him gradually sharpened as well.

At a glance, his edge was fully revealed!

"Elder Brother, since the fellow Ancestor Witches wish to do this, we three brothers, as Pangu Descendants, will naturally accept their challenge!"

A flash of azure light suddenly appeared in his hand. When the radiance faded, it revealed a long, ancient, unadorned azure sword.

The sword was named "Qingping," and it was Tongtian's Spiritual Treasure for proving the Dao.

"Elder Brother, Third Brother is absolutely right! As Pangu's True Lineage, we must not be inferior to anyone."

Yuanshi likewise brought out the translucent Three Treasures Ruyi and stood beside Tongtian, his imposing aura in no way weaker than Tongtian's.

"Very well. We shall follow fellow Daoist Dijiang's suggestion. Today, we three of the Three Pure Ones will boldly seek guidance from the Ancestor Witches!"

Seeing Yuanshi and Tongtian even bring out their Spiritual Treasures, Laozi felt his long-dormant Fighting Spirit stirred.

He flipped his right hand, and the Coiled Dragon Staff fell into his grasp. Holding the staff, his aura was as deep as an abyss, while his snow-white hair stirred despite the absence of wind.

The three exchanged a glance and rose into the air!

"Refreshing!"

"We Ancestor Witches will not bully the few with the many either. Second Brother, Third Brother, come with me and receive the Dao techniques of the fellow Daoists of the Three Pure Ones."

Dijiang beckoned to Zhu Jiu Yin and Ju Mang.

"Yes, Elder Brother!"

The latter two did not hesitate in the slightest. They flew toward the directions where Yuanshi and Tongtian stood.

"Wait, Elder Brother, Second Brother, you all have opponents. What are we supposed to do?"

Seeing this, Zhurong anxiously shouted.

But how could Dijiang, Zhu Jiu Yin, and Ju Mang care about him? They would enjoy themselves first and worry about the rest later.

Soon, the Three Pure Ones and the three Ancestor Witches began fighting.

From the distant sky, the thunderous sounds of various divine abilities and Dao techniques rang out from time to time.

Dijiang split into countless figures, using the extreme speed of space to send a sky full of fist shadows toward Laozi.

Laozi had the Heaven and Earth Exquisite Mysterious Yellow Pagoda above his head and wielded the Coiled Dragon Staff as he responded. He could attack when advancing and defend when retreating.

Streaks of white light shot from Yuanshi's Three Treasures Ruyi, but Zhu Jiu Yin dispelled them one by one with the Power of Time.

Tongtian's sword light swept in all directions as he used the Jietian Sword Art to shatter the vines summoned by Ju Mang. Yet in the next moment, even more vines surged toward him.

The creatures beneath Buzhou Mountain scattered in all directions, terrified that they would be caught up in the battle.

"Brother Zhurong, don't be disappointed. Besides the fellow Daoists of the Three Pure Ones, there are still other fellow Daoists present!"

Seeing Zhurong go from anxious to dejected, kind-hearted Houtu could not help comforting him.

Her words immediately brightened Zhurong's eyes.

That's right. If I can't fight the Three Pure Ones, I can fight someone else!

His gaze swept across the remaining Great Powers. He scratched his head, pondering whom he should pick a fight with.

Nuwa? It wouldn't be proper to hit a woman. Skip!

Fuxi? He looks honest enough. Skip!

Di Jun? He looks decent. Put him on hold!

Tai Yi! This man is extremely arrogant. Take him down!