The atmosphere Pangu Hall was incredibly oppressive.
The ten Ancestral Witch stared at Zhu Rong and Gong Gong with grim expressions, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
"What?! I'm actually fighting with Gong Gong?!"
Zhu Rong suddenly stood up from his stone seat and roared loudly.
He looked at everyone in disbelief, as if trying to confirm the truth of the matter.
Gong Gong shook his head, utterly disbelieving. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! With the Demon Race army pressing in, even if I have many disagreements with Zhu Rong, there's absolutely no way I would fight him at that time! This is not something Gong Gong would do!"
Zhu Jiuyin let out a cold laugh, his eyes icy. " Gong Gong, Zhu Rong, according to you, all of our brothers, along with the blood-soaked warriors of the Witch Clan, are blind? Are we collectively fabricating lies to frame you?"
Clad in blue, with a cold and aloof face, Xuan Ming curled her lip and pointed at them without any politeness. "That's right! The way you two looked back then, it was like you were possessed! You only had eyes for each other, and every move was ruthless, as if you wanted to tear each other to pieces immediately! Especially you, Gong Gong!"
Her voice was filled with anger, "You actually burned your life force to try and crash into Buzhou Mountain! If it weren't for my timely intervention, you would have broken it in two! And you still dare to say it's impossible?!"
"I... I crashed into Buzhou Mountain?" Gong Gong was struck dumb, his enormous hand slamming against his forehead with a dull thud. His face was filled with pain and bewilderment. "I... I could have done such a thing? Buzhou Mountain is the spine of our Father God, the sacred mountain of our Witch Clan! How... how could I... how could I..."
This was even more unacceptable to him than his life-or-death battle with Zhu Rong.
The Father God was the person he revered most, yet he remembered nothing of him?
Zhu Rong was also extremely agitated. He scratched his red hair and muttered, "At that time... I just felt an uncontrollable surge of evil fire rising to my head, my mind was a Chaos, and all that remained was boundless rage against Gong Gong... I can't remember exactly how the fight started."
Ru Shou with anger. "My elder brother entrusted the important task of guarding the Pangu Hall to the two of you, and what was the result? Before the Demon Race even arrived, the two of you turned on each other, almost causing the extermination of the entire race! It's truly... infuriating!"
Just as the atmosphere in the hall was becoming increasingly tense, Houtu spoke up, "Brothers, please calm down."
Her clear gaze swept over the aggrieved faces of Gong Gong and Zhu Rong. "I think my two brothers were forced into this situation at the time."
She paused, then continued under the focused gaze of the Ancestral Witch, "Although Brother Gong Gong and Brother Zhu Rong often quarrel, we are all of the same bloodline of the Father God, and our blood is connected."
"I believe that with a formidable enemy at hand, they will not hesitate for a moment and will join forces to defend against it. This internal strife, and Gong Gong Gonggong's act of striking Buzhou Mountain, has gone beyond the scope of ordinary disputes; it seems more like... their minds have been manipulated by some external force."
A glint of lightning flashed in Qiangliang's eyes, and he suddenly stood up. "What my little sister said is true! To be able to simultaneously make two Ancestral Witch at the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal lose their minds and fight to the death like puppets, such a method is unpredictable and mysterious!"
"Throughout the Primordial Wilderness, those capable of such a feat are few and far between—only the sages!"
Because several Primordial Wilderness Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal had a past relationship with Dao Venerable Lin Tian, and their Witch Clan also had a close relationship with Dao Venerable Lin Tian, they naturally wouldn't...
"A sage?" Tian Wu roared, "It must be that old man Di Jun! He's newly ascended to the sage position, and he has a deep-seated hatred for my Witch Clan. He must have secretly plotted this!"
Zhu Jiuyin slowly shook his head, his eyes flashing with silver light, his expression puzzled. " Tian Wu, do not jump to conclusions. Although Di Jun is highly suspicious, we have no concrete evidence."
"Moreover, he is by no means the only one capable of doing this. The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi, have always looked down on our Witch Clan for not cultivating the primordial spirit, regarding us as barbarians, and harboring resentment towards his name as the ' Pangu Orthodox Lineage '."
"And then there are the Western Jieyin, Zhunti, who have long harbored resentment against our clan for the merit of the earth's veins, and they will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Even..."
He paused slightly, his gaze rising upwards, "... That Hongjun in the Purple Cloud Palace has been plotting against my Witch Clan all along."
Shebishi, his voice low. "Second Brother's considerations are thorough. The Three Pure Ones, the Two Sages of the West, and even the Old Man Hongjun are all possibilities."
For a moment, silence fell over the Pangu Hall. People speculated, but there was not enough evidence to point out who was responsible.
"What are you still guessing? It's definitely that bastard Di Jun. He's definitely looking for revenge. Don't forget, the Great Witch Hou Yi killed nine of his children."
Tian Wu remained adamant that it must have been Di Jun did it.
Ju Mang glanced at Tian Wu, then turned to Houtu and asked, "Little sister, you now control Reincarnation, and your strength far surpasses ours. In your opinion, what should we do now?"
Houtu noticed that her older siblings were all looking at her. After a moment of contemplation, she slowly spoke, "As for who the mastermind is, there are too few clues to say for sure. Even with the power of Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, I cannot see clearly."
Her tone shifted abruptly, her eyes flashing with a fierce light, "However, no matter who the culprit is! The blood of my Witch Clan's sons cannot be shed in vain! The dignity of my Witch Clan cannot be trampled upon! The shame of my two brothers, Gong Gong and Zhu Rong, being manipulated must be washed away with blood!"
She abruptly stood up, an immense pressure emanating from her. "The most important thing we can do right now is to launch a full-scale attack on the Demon Race!"
"They took advantage of our absence from Buzhou Mountain to slaughter my people. This is an irreconcilable hatred! Only by inflicting the most devastating blow on the Demon Race can we appease our people."
"Let the entire Primordial Wilderness know that the Witch Clan is not to be trifled with! The Witch Clan's wrath must be quelled with blood!"
Houtu's words, like the resounding drums of war, instantly ignited the anger and fighting spirit in the hearts of all the Ancestral Witch!
"Well said!" Zhu Rong roared first, flames erupting several feet high around him. "Charge into the demon realm! Slaughter all those hairy beasts!"
"Blood debts must be repaid in blood!" Gong Gong immediately echoed, "Let their heads be a sacrifice to the souls of my people!"
"Crush the Thirty-three Heavens!" Qiangliang's body was crackling with lightning, and his voice was like thunder.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Tian Wu, Shebishi, Ru Shou, Xuan Ming, Ju Mang and other Ancestral Witch roared in unison.
The roar echoed throughout the entire Pangu Hall.
Currently, the eldest brother is in seclusion in the Netherworld, and all matters are naturally in accordance with Houtu's wishes.
Who can blame them when Houtu is currently the strongest among her brothers and sisters?
"Very well! In that case, a thousand years from now, we will raze the demon realm to the ground!"
Houtu clenched her fists. "Those who killed my people must pay with their lives!"