Buzhou Mountain's feet, Pangu Hall's inside.
Ancestral Witch They all sat on the stone bench in silence, and there was an atmosphere of heaviness, grief, anger and depression everywhere.
The shame and pain that just returned from Thirty-three Heavens's disastrous defeat are like poisonous snakes gnawing at the hearts of every Ancestral Witch.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Zhu Rong punched the stone pillar next to him, and it exploded, raising dust all over the ground.
His chest heaved violently, and the flames around him rose uncontrollably. He roared at Di Jiang sitting directly in front of him, "Brother! Why did you run away then? You were doing it with that old bastard Di Jun! What are you afraid of?!"
"We Witch Clan would rather die standing than live on our knees! If you run away, won't you make the whole Primordial Wilderness laugh at our Witch Clan's jokes? Call us a group of cowards without courage!"
He has the most violent temperament, and when he thinks of the scene where Di Jiang dominated the phantom of Father God, coercing them to escape, he feels an indescribable aggrievedness.
Di Jiang was already feeling heavy, but when Zhu Rong yelled at him like this, his face instantly turned cold, like ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.
He raised his head, glanced at Zhu Rong like a razor blade, and said in a low voice, "Hit? Zhu Rong, tell me, what to use?! Open your eyes and see clearly! Di Jun is now Heavenly Dao Saint! The power is endless! Even if we can summon the phantom of Father God, how long can we sustain it? Half a day? One Shi Chen?"
"When Father God's shadow dissipates, you and I will be at the end of our battles. When Demon Race's army comes, all of my Witch Clan sons will die in the demon world! Is this the result you want?!"
With each word he spoke, his voice became louder, and by the end it was full of force.
The Spatial Law around him shook the hall with his anger, making all Ancestral Witch feel palpitations.
Zhu Rong was so beaten that his face turned red, he held his neck and shouted, "Death? I'm not afraid of death! Even if he dies, I will break a few of his Di Jun teeth and give him enough Demon Race support!"
"Nonsense!" Shebishi, who was sitting next to Zhu Rong, couldn't stand it anymore. He had a relatively calm temperament. He stretched out his hand to hold Zhu Rong's shoulders and said in a deep voice, "Zhu Rong, calm down! It's easy to die, but what happens next? Let Demon Race slaughter our people effortlessly?"
"Let the Witch Clan bloodline be cut off from now on? With our current strength, we are simply not enough to compete with the saint, unless... someone among our brothers can break through and prove Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal!"
"Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal..." When Zhu Rong heard this word, his boiling blood felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and his momentum instantly withered.
He opened his mouth, but in the end he just looked at Di Jiang angrily and said nothing.
He knew that what Shebishi and Di Jiang said was true. The realm of Hunyuan was a chasm they could not overcome at present.
Other Ancestral Witch, such as Ru Shou, Xuan Ming, etc., also showed heavy colors.
They understood how difficult and painful it was for Di Jiang, as the eldest brother, to make the decision to retreat, but it was indeed the only choice that could preserve Witch Clan's vitality at that time.
If you fight hard, you will only end up with the death of your family and people.
The atmosphere was eerily silent for a moment.
After a long time, Tian Wu broke the silence. He was puzzled. "How did Di Jun become a saint? I know that he, Taiyi, Kunpeng and others surrounded Hong Yun, didn't he get the Primordial Chaos Purple Qi?"
"Hong Yun self-destructed, didn't Primordial Chaos Purple Qi disappear? Where did he get the foundation of sanctification?"
Yan Zi also echoed, "That's right! If he hadn't become a saint by chance, with the power of our Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Formation, we would have leveled the demon world and destroyed Demon Race!"
This question lingers in the minds of all Ancestral Witch.
Di Jun's sudden sanctification completely disrupted the pattern of Primordial Wilderness.
Houtu, who had been silent all this time, slowly raised her head and said softly, "What if... it was given by Dao Ancestor Hongjun?"
"What?!"
"Given by Hongjun?!"
As soon as Houtu said this, it was like an earth-shattering shock. All Ancestral Witch present were shocked and looked at her.
But then, when they thought about it carefully, they felt that this was extremely possible.
Primordial Chaos Purple Qi is the foundation of sanctification. Besides Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who has already joined the Tao, who else can take it?
But why is it being brought out now?
Ju Mang snorted coldly, his face full of disdain and anger. "That Hongjun is really shameless! He must have been unable to get any advantage from Lord Dao Venerable, so he resorted to such despicable means and used Di Jun's hand to deal with us!"
"Yes! It must be so!"
"Old Man Hongjun, you are so ungrateful that you are not a human being!"
The other Ancestral Witch nodded in agreement and were furious.
They regarded Hongjun's actions as a suppression of Pangu Orthodox Lineage, and their hatred towards Heavenly Dao and Hongjun grew to a higher level.
At this time, Houtu stood up with a sad face, glanced at all Ancestral Witch, and said firmly, "Brother, I want to go to the coast of the East China Sea and ask to see Dao Venerable Lin Tian."
Di Jiang looked at Houtu, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes. He nodded, his voice filled with fatigue and a hint of hope. "Go, Houtu. The current situation is no longer something I, Witch Clan, can resist alone."
"Perhaps... only Lord Dao Venerable can give our clan some guidance and find a glimmer of hope."
He clenched his fists, his joints turning white, and an extreme desire for powerful power surged in his heart.
He hated himself for not being able to break through that barrier and step into the realm of Hunyuan.
After this crisis is over, no matter what, he will beg Dao Venerable Lin Tian to find a way to break through.
But Gong Gong said with some worry, "Houtu girl left, what if Di Jun and Taiyi take the opportunity to knock on the door again, what should we do?"
"Although the Twelve Heavenly God-Demon Array formation flag given by Dao Venerable can replace Houtu girl to maintain the formation, after all, Ancestral Witch's main body is not here, and the power of the summoned Father God phantom will definitely be greatly reduced."
Zhu Jiuyin, who had kept his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes at this moment, with a smile on his lips, "Gong Gong Don't worry about it. Di Jun They... don't dare to come again in the short term."
He looked at everyone's confused looks and continued, "If they really had no scruples, they wouldn't have let us escape in the demon world that day."
"What they are afraid of is not our strength, but the Dao Venerable Lin Tian behind us. As long as Lord Dao Venerable is here, Di Jun will not dare to kill me Witch Clan. After all, even Dao Ancestor Hongjun must treat Dao Venerable's attitude with caution."
As soon as these words came out, the other Ancestral Witch suddenly became enlightened and nodded one after another.
"That's it!"
"Yes, it must be like this!"
After understanding this key point, the solemn atmosphere in the hall eased slightly.
Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Houtu no longer hesitated, nodded slightly to Di Jiang and all Ancestral Witch, and then turned into a stream of light, quietly left Pangu Hall, and galloped away in the direction of the East China Sea.
Di Jiang looked at everyone, and then made arrangements. "Don't relax, everyone. You must make it clear to the sons of your tribe. Now is an extraordinary time. You must practice hard, don't go out unless necessary, stick to Buzhou Mountain, and wait until girl Houtu comes back!"
"Yes, brother!"
Everyone Ancestral Witch nodded one after another, then left Pangu Hall and walked towards their own tribe.
"Father God... please give us guidance..."
Di Jiang stood up and walked towards the depths of the Pangu Hall. He saw the statue of Pangu and bowed deeply to the statue.
The Pangu statue still stands there, motionless.