At this point, Dijiang's eyes flashed sharply as he stared straight at the Three Pure Ones. "The ten-thousand-year pact has arrived. It is time to determine who Pangu's True Lineage belongs to!"
Ten thousand years!
The battle for orthodox lineage!
Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa, Di Jun, and the others changed expression at once, their gazes turning in unison toward the Three Pure Ones. They immediately saw through their scheme—the Three Pure Ones intended to seize the Pangu's Destiny of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. If they succeeded, the Witch Clan would decline completely, while the Three Pure Ones would rise to power.
What shocked everyone most was that this matter had come without any warning. Di Jun and the others could still understand it, but Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, the three saints, were deeply alarmed—if the Three Pure Ones advanced any further, they would find it impossible to contend with them.
A contest?
The Ancestral Witches were seeking their own deaths!
The Three Pure Ones narrowed their eyes, their faces dark as water. How could they not know the Ancestral Witches' calculations? After Buzhou Mountain collapsed, the Witch Clan's fortune had fallen to rock bottom, threatening its very survival. Dijiang and the others had no choice but to seize the Pangu's Destiny of the Three Pure Ones to reverse their decline.
Laozi was the first to break the silence. "Since that is the case, let us settle the rules."
"Once the matter of Heavenly Water has been resolved, we shall choose an auspicious day and begin the contest."
Yuan Shi and Tongtian's expressions changed. Though they knew refusal would be futile, they had to ensure everything was foolproof—the Chan and Jie sects were not yet adequately prepared. If they lost the contest, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Big Brother!"
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