But thinking about it, it was nothing much.
He could help them change later!
With that in mind, Hong Yuan finally spoke softly. "All of you, get up. We're family; there's no need for such formalities!"
As he spoke, he waved a hand.
He directly changed the appearances of the Twelve Ancestral Witches before him.
Only then did each of them look much more pleasing to Hong Yuan's eyes.
Hearing this, the eleven Ancestral Witches slowly rose to their feet and looked excitedly at their Second Uncle.
Although Hong Yuan had altered their appearances, they did not care too much about it.
It was only a change of appearance. What did it matter?
As long as Second Uncle was satisfied, it was perfectly fine to keep these appearances.
They could simply change back into their true forms when it was time to fight.
Even Gong Gong, who was stuck in the ground, had changed appearances. He simply had not awakened yet and remained embedded there.
The other eleven Ancestral Witches were not worried, because they could still sense Gong Gong's aura.
His aura had not even been affected much.
So they did not bother with him anymore and simply let him remain stuck there.
Who told him to provoke Second Uncle?
As they looked at Hong Yuan before them, although the eleven Ancestral Witches had long expected it, only upon truly seeing him did they clearly feel that origin aura, almost identical to that of Father God Pangu.
That aura was like a spring breeze brushing over their faces, bringing an indescribable feeling of comfort and closeness, as though they shared an innate bloodline connection that ran deep into their bones.
No one else could ever give them such a sense of intimacy.
Hou Tu even gathered her courage and