The Helplessness of the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch
Within the Pangu Temple, an unprecedented aura permeated the air, as if it had traveled through time and space from the primordial Primordial Wilderness, profound and weighty.
Thirteen figures, exuding a terrifying Primordial Wilderness pressure, stood solemnly like pine trees, unmoved beneath the towering Pangu statue.
Jiu Feng, a powerful being who has undergone a complete transformation by fusing the essence and blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and with the strong assistance of Houtu and Gou Mang, is no longer the great witch she once was.
The laws around her flowed, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. Her primordial spirit was perfect and flawless, and she had already stepped into the early stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, becoming the thirteenth Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan.
"Snort!"
A deep, thunderous roar erupted from the chest of Lightning Ancestral Witch Qiang Liang, his clenched fists cracking as if he were releasing all the murderous energy within him.
His gaze was as cold and icy as ancient ice, fixed straight ahead.
"That old dog from the Primordial Wilderness East Prince! I spared his life back then, and he dares to be so arrogant, inviting Primordial Wilderness Innate Deities, but omitting my Witch Clan by the way?"
This is clearly treating us as if we were nothing! It's outrageous!
"That's exactly right!"
The Xuanming Ancestral Witch's malevolent aura surged, its chilling energy spreading outwards, seemingly capable of freezing everything.
"Even those two scruffy, hairy beasts from the Solar Star were invited. Such humiliation is a trampling on the dignity of my Witch Clan!"
Brother, what are we waiting for? Let's raze that so-called Immortal Court to the ground!
How dare this mere East Prince presume to command the Primordial Wilderness and govern us Ancestral Witch?
This Primordial Wilderness world was born to be the hunting ground of my Witch Clan. When did it become his place to point fingers and act recklessly?
However, not all the Ancestral Witch were blinded by rage.
Houtu, Gou Mang, and Jiu Feng exchanged glances, seeing a deep doubt in each other's eyes. Gou Mang frowned and said in a deep voice:
"This matter is eerie. The pervasive aura of scheming seems to be manipulated by an invisible giant hand, attempting to use our Witch Clan to eliminate the East Prince. We must proceed with caution and refrain from rash actions."
Houtu's pretty face was frosty, her full chest heaving with anger, and she was even more annoyed by the obstruction of her deductions:
"The secrets of heaven are shrouded in chaos, and powerful beings deliberately conceal them, making it impossible to discern even the slightest clue!"
I'm absolutely furious! There must be something fishy going on behind this; we must find out the truth.
Despite sensing something amiss, the dignity of the Witch Clan could not be trampled upon in the slightest.
Although the Space Ancestor Witch Di Jiang had no primordial spirit, he was able to discern all their thoughts by observing the changes in the expressions of his younger siblings.
His imposing figure exuded a mountain-like aura of power, and his voice was deep and resolute:
"Regardless of whether there are any hidden forces behind this, the fact remains that the East Prince despises the Witch Clan! Our clan, Pangu Bloodline, cannot tolerate such disrespect."
With the Twelve Divine Fiend Array at our disposal, even a Sage could fight against us, let alone the insignificant East Prince and that empty-headed Immortal Court! This fiend must be killed without a doubt!"
Fragments of time flowed in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, flashing a ruthless glint:
"The overlord of the Primordial Wilderness can only have one voice! Regardless of whether future calamities originate from the Immortal Court, nipping any possibility in the bud is the only right course of action! This Immortal Court must be eradicated as a warning to others!"
Di Jiang's gaze finally settled on Jiu Feng, carrying an undeniable air of authority and profound consideration:
"Jiu Feng, you stay here to guard the temple and protect the foundation of our Ancestral Land. Focus on your cultivation here and stabilize your realm."
You are the hidden blade of our race; the Primordial Wilderness beings are unaware of the existence of the thirteenth Ancestral Witch.
When the crucial moment arrives, your appearance will be like a thunderbolt, catching the enemy completely off guard and letting all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness know the might of our Witch Clan!
"Yes! I will remember my Eldest Brother's instructions."
Jiu Feng solemnly agreed, her eyes filled with a mixture of fighting spirit and restraint, like a ferocious beast about to be unleashed.
Di Jiang nodded and said no more.
The Space Law surged suddenly, roaring around him like an invisible torrent.
In the next instant, the space inside the temple was torn apart and folded by an invisible force, as fragile as glass!
The spatial rift burst forth with dazzling light. Di Jiang stepped into the distorted light and shadow, followed closely by the other eleven Ancestral Witch. Their figures, exuding murderous aura, were instantly swallowed up by the violent Power of Space, leaving only afterimages that slowly dissipated in the air.
As the radiance faded, only Jiu Feng remained in the Pangu Temple, standing silently beneath the statue, with only the lingering ripples of law and the chilling aura of malevolence in the air.
Outside the palace, the Primordial Wilderness wind seemed to grow even stronger, as if foreshadowing the impending storm.
Penglai Immortal Island, the Myriad Immortals Hall?
In the center of the Penglai Immortal Island, shrouded in auspicious clouds, the majestic Myriad Immortals Hall stands like Primordial Wilderness beast.
The Lapis Lazuli Tiles reflect the clear light of the heavens, and the carved beams and painted rafters exude a rich, innate spiritual charm.
At this moment, the East Prince, who sat high on the Jade Throne, was immersed in boundless joy and ambition.
To establish Immortal Court, to rule over Gathering of Immortals of the Primordial Wilderness, and to manage the Universe on behalf of the Dao Ancestor —this immense power and glory are already within easy reach.
The East Prince tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips, a smug smile playing on his lips, completely unaware that a deadly crisis was quietly gathering beneath the overwhelming killing intent of the Ancestral Witch, just like Primordial Wilderness undercurrent.
A flash of light and shadow appeared at the palace gate, and Dakang's figure returned.
The moment he stepped into the hall, the gloomy, calculating look that had been brewing on Dakang's face vanished instantly, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, transforming into a scene of bitter sorrow and despair.
His topknot was disheveled, with a few strands of hair clinging awkwardly to his forehead. His eyes were red and glistening with tears, and his once elegant cloud-patterned immortal robe looked as if it had been torn apart.
Staggering, she ran towards the center of the palace, her voice trembling with sobs. Her grief was so profound that it brought tears to the eyes of all who heard and saw her.
"Immortal Lord! Immortal Lord!"
Dakang collapsed heavily to his knees beneath the cold jade steps with a thud, his head buried deep in his chest, his shoulders heaving violently, his voice hoarse and filled with despair.
"You must stand up for your subordinate! That Zhenyuanzi... he... he's gone too far!"
If even you, Immortal Lord, cannot avenge this humiliation for your subordinate... your subordinate... your subordinate has no choice but to smash your head against this pillar of the Myriad Immortals Hall and wash away this shameful disgrace with your blood!
The Immortal Official and warriors standing in the hall were all stunned, exchanging bewildered glances, wondering why their Dakang, who was highly regarded by the Immortal Lord, had ended up in such a miserable and wretched state after delivering the invitation.
The East Prince's good mood, filled with grand ambitions and aspirations, was shattered by Dakang's sudden wailing.
Like a bolt of lightning suddenly striking a clear blue sky, the smugness on his face froze instantly, replaced by a layer of heavy frost.
His sharp gaze swept over Dakang, who was weeping uncontrollably, and a deep displeasure and suspicion rose in his heart:
He just sent out an invitation, how did it turn into this mess? Could it be... that someone really dared to offend the East Prince?
"Click-clack..."
The East Prince clenched his fists, suppressing his anger, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.
"Dakang, rise and speak! What injustice have you suffered? Who dares to bully a member of our Immortal Court?"
Just tell the truth, and I will decide for you! The majesty of my Immortal Court cannot be trifled with!