Ancestor Witch Di Jiang

Di Jiang's eyes narrowed. The terrifying thunder tribulation at the foot of Buzhou Mountain ten thousand years ago remained vivid in his memory; all Twelve Ancestral Witches had personally gone to investigate it.

"That Rogue Cultivator Qing Huan who withstood all eighty-one bolts of Yin-Yang Tribulation Lightning head-on?

Who would have thought he possessed something capable of resonating with your laws?"

Di Jiang's gaze flickered as a domineering aura unique to an Ancestral Witch faintly rose around him.

"Precisely! I have already made an agreement with Daoist Friend Qing Huan: half of that source item in exchange for the spiritual treasures and spiritual roots in the Witch Clan Treasury.

Time is of the essence. I ask Big Brother to lend me a hand and use your Space Divine Ability to send your little sister on her way!"

Without giving it much thought, Houtu looked at Di Jiang with earnest eyes.

Di Jiang rubbed his chin with one great hand, deep in thought.

"Oh? A trade? Using items from our Witch Clan Treasury in exchange for his possession?

Hmph, Little Sister is far too kind!

If Qing Huan's treasure truly is so extraordinary, and he just happens to be within Witch Clan territory..."

A sharp gleam flashed through Di Jiang's eyes, revealing a ruthless expression.

"Why trade at all? I shall make the trip myself. If he knows what is good for him and offers up the treasure, so be it. If he does not...

A mere rogue cultivator Daoist will be perfect for testing the edge of my Space Divine Ability! Are Witch Clan possessions truly so easy to take?"

"Big Brother, you cannot!"

Houtu's expression shifted slightly, and rare anger entered her voice.

"I have already made an agreement with Qing Huan. How can I go back on my word?

If we seize it by force, how will our fellow cultivators across the Primordial World view the Witch Clan?

Will they see us as barbaric and unreasonable? Would that not disgrace Father God!"

The aura of earth around her grew heavy and still. She had clearly been truly angered.

Seeing his little sister angered, Di Jiang's momentum faltered.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches shared deep bonds. Though he was domineering, he cherished this little sister the most.

After a dry cough, he reluctantly said, "Fine, fine. Do not be angry, Little Sister.

I merely spoke casually, to test the depths of that Daoist Qing Huan.

Since you have already agreed, I shall simply send you there."

As he spoke, he slashed through the air with one hand. A massive rift in space, covered in profound Silver Runes, instantly opened within the divine hall.

Houtu gave Di Jiang a deep look. Saying no more, she stepped into the Space Gate.

Five hundred years later, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Houtu Tribe.

Qing Huan, who had been seated in meditation, abruptly opened his eyes. Magic Power flowed through his deep pupils.

He clearly sensed an immensely powerful and domineering spatial fluctuation tearing apart the nearby heaven-and-earth spiritual energy.

The next instant, a silver Space Gate blossomed some distance away, and Houtu stepped out from within.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with her was a tall, powerfully built man in Innate Dao Body form.

His features were resolute, his gaze imperious. Space Law surged and folded around him like invisible tides. He was none other than Di Jiang, the Space Ancestral Witch!

That utterly undisguised oppressive presence instantly told Qing Huan that the visitors meant no good.

Qing Huan rose and calmly cupped his hands in salute.

"Daoist Friend Houtu has returned. And this person is...?"

Though he already had a guess, he still wanted confirmation.

"I am Di Jiang, foremost of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan, Pangu Orthodox, the Space Ancestral Witch!"

Di Jiang's voice boomed like a great bell, carrying the force of spatial tremors that made the surrounding rocks rattle and shake.

Taking one step forward, he moved past Houtu. His blade-sharp gaze stabbed toward Qing Huan, filled with scrutiny and disdain.

"You are Qing Huan? I hear you wish to exchange some so-called source item for the treasures stored in our Witch Clan Treasury?

Hmph! A mere rogue cultivator, yet you have such nerve! Our Witch Clan bears the bloodline of Father God Pangu; the entire Primordial Earth belongs to the Witch Clan!

Everything upon it belongs to the Witch Clan as well! What talk is there of 'exchange'? You clearly seek to swindle our clan out of its treasures!"

Di Jiang's imposing aura soared to the heavens. Space Law faintly collapsed around him, revealing depths as dark as black holes, while terrifying pressure, solid as towering mountains, bore down upon Qing Huan.

"Big Brother!"

Houtu's face was full of frustration and helplessness as she tried to step forward and dissuade him.

Qing Huan sneered inwardly, though his expression remained calm as still water.

He had now seen the Witch Clan's true colors completely.

Aside from Houtu, who was still somewhat reasonable, the other Ancestral Witches truly acted with tyranny and brutality, treating all things in the Primordial World as private property and following the naked law of the strong devouring the weak!

This Di Jiang had plainly come to establish his authority and seize treasure.

No wonder the Heavenly Dao sought to settle accounts with the Witch Clan and the Demon Race. Their deaths were not unjust in the slightest!

At the same time, a long-forgotten fighting spirit quietly rose within his chest.

Since his Transformation, he had cultivated in seclusion for ten thousand years, contemplating the Great Dao, yet he had never crossed hands with a true top-tier mighty expert of the Primordial Wilderness.

This Di Jiang before him, possessor of the strongest Physical Body in the Primordial Wilderness and one of the masters of the Space Law, was the perfect touchstone!

A battle with him, victory or defeat alike, would be an excellent tempering of his Cultivation Level and his comprehension of the Great Dao!

"Daoist Friend Di Jiang, your words are mistaken! When Pangu opened heaven and earth, his blessings nourished all living beings. All things have their own destined affinities and rightful places—how could they belong solely to the Witch Clan?"

Facing Di Jiang's vast pressure, Qing Huan spoke loudly.

"However, since Daoist Friend Di Jiang believes I am unworthy of trading for the Witch Clan's spiritual treasure and wishes to test my mettle...

"I, Qing Huan, am no coward in battle either!"

His gaze suddenly sharpened as he stared straight at Di Jiang.

"Since Daoist Friend Di Jiang wishes to spar, I shall accept! But words alone are no proof—we must establish a Heavenly Dao Contract as witness!

"If I should luckily win by a move or half a stance, then beyond the items of trade, I ask Daoist Friend Di Jiang to additionally wager an Innate Spiritual Treasure as the prize!

"If I lose..."

With a flip of Qing Huan's hand, a dense yellow sphere of light brimming with endless vitality of the earth appeared in his palm. It was precisely the origin of Zhongshu Earth.

"How about I offer this half of the 'Zhongshu Earth' in both hands?"

Qing Huan's words carried a trace of deliberate provocation—

Weren't you looking down on the trade? Then let strength do the talking! And stake one more spiritual treasure from your Witch Clan!

"Arrogant!"

Di Jiang laughed in extreme anger, his voice shaking the surrounding lands.

"A mere newly born spirit dares boast before this Ancestral Witch!

"Fine! I, Di Jiang, accept this wager!

"Little sister, stand back. Let your elder brother seize this origin for you!"

The Power of Space surged wildly around him, while his fighting spirit boiled like an ocean.

"Daoist Friend Qing Huan... this matter... sigh!"

Houtu was frantic, her eyes full of apology as she looked at Qing Huan.

She knew that, with matters having reached this point, it would be difficult for her to dissuade them any further.

As an Ancestral Witch, she had to stand with her clan, yet the guilt she felt toward Qing Huan and her displeasure with her elder brother's tyranny would not fade.

Qing Huan gave her a slight nod.

"Daoist Friend Houtu need not blame yourself. This is a personal spar between Daoist Friend Di Jiang and me; it has nothing to do with our previous agreement.

"Daoist Friend, simply be an Observer on the Wall."

With that, Qing Huan's Magic Power erupted around him. A vast pressure no weaker than that of an Ancestral Witch surged into the sky, standing evenly against Di Jiang's spatial might!

"Come, Ancestral Witch Di Jiang! Let me see just what mysteries lie within the spatial path of the Pangu Bloodline!"

A brilliant gleam blazed in Qing Huan's eyes as he advanced rather than retreating!

"Hmph! Courting death!"

With a roar from Di Jiang, the space across hundreds of millions of miles suddenly froze, as though it had turned into ten thousand years of profound ice!

He took one step, and his figure vanished for an instant as if teleporting.

A massive fist wrapped in black patterns that tore through space had already ignored all distance, carrying the Power of the Stars capable of shattering stars as it smashed viciously toward Qing Huan's face!

Boom—!

A terrifying explosion rang out beneath Buzhou Mountain.

Space was compressed and torn apart by the force of the punch, forming countless tiny black cracks.