Grand Unity's Bearing, Nine Gods One Pit

They exchanged blows, fighting fiercely.

Feng Xi's nine teammates, even facing nine Ancestral Witches, weren't the least bit intimidated.

This scene almost made Feng Xi's jaw drop, and he began to question his very existence.

After all.

How long had these lesser witches from the Witch Clan been here, having crossed over?

Even with the virtual dreamscape's time dilation, how much could it extend the timescale?

How could it compare to the wisdom and experience accumulated over the Ancestral Witches' long years of cultivation?

As for the difference in their foundations and physiques... that was even less worth mentioning.

Even if they were of the same cultivation level, theoretically speaking, ten of them facing ten Ancestral Witches would only result in a more embarrassing death.

But now?

They were almost evenly matched!

"Could it be... I've been mistaken?"

"Are the Ancestral Witches genuinely guiding us? Going easy on us?"

"But if they're just guiding us, is there really a need for all ten Ancestral Witches to gather like this?"

"This is utterly insane!"

"And judging by Ancestral Witch Houtu's tone just now, her objective seemed to be to crush us troublemakers?"

"So, they probably aren't going easy on us."

"Then..."

Feng Xi constructed a formula in his mind.

He and his nine teammates were usually about the same in their sparring.

And his teammates were currently on par with the Ancestral Witches.

Rounding that up... Feng Xi was practically an Ancestral Witch, wasn't he?

"Am I... a genius?" Feng Xi's thoughts turned, and he immediately felt a bit smug. "With the same cultivation, I can contend with powerful beings?"

"I am a heaven-blessed prodigy, with the potential of Grand Unity... no, the potential of a Quasi-Saint!"

"Ancestral Witches, Demon Emperors, Three Pure Ones, Hongjun... are there any others like me?"

For a moment, Feng Xi was filled with ambition.

He watched Ancestral Witch Dijiang manifest his human form, his figure tall and majestic, surrounded by silver light, with spatial ripples crisscrossing infinitely, making him appear divinely resplendent.

With every move, he seemed to suppress epochs.

Even though his cultivation was only that of a True Immortal, his presence surpassed all Daos, an unparalleled aura sweeping through, striking fear into hearts and making one hesitant to fight before it even began.

But at this moment, Feng Xi's mind was filled with confidence, making him incredibly arrogant.

He hypnotized himself, "They're all just for show, looking intimidating... when it comes to actual combat, their skill is just so-so."

With firm resolve, Feng Xi clenched his fists and let out a roar that shook the cosmic river.

"Houtu Great Dao Scripture!"

The inherited witch scripture, held by every member of the Houtu lineage, containing the supreme wisdom of Ancestral Witch Houtu and pointing directly to the Grand Unity realm, now shone in Feng Xi's hands.

He used the Path of Houtu as his foundation, melting everything within him, with the brilliant Human Dao as his core, cycling through the myriad universes. He appeared like a Sage Emperor descended, elevating the world and seeking the eternal prosperity of the Human Dao!

The Path of Earth Virtue, supporting all things with great virtue, nurturing all spirits!

The Ancestral Witch Dijiang, who indifferently reached out to suppress him, and Feng Xi, who appeared like a Sage Emperor descending... the Path of Space and the Path of Houtu collided, unleashing the most brilliant light.

Then...

After three moves, Feng Xi fell like a bird with broken wings, crashing down and unable to get up.

Feng Xi was surprised by this outcome, his eyes vacant and utterly bewildered—this wasn't how the script was supposed to go!

As for Ancestral Witch Dijiang, a strange light flickered in the depths of his eyes, as if he too was surprised—looking at Feng Xi's aggressive advance and the support of his teammates, he thought Feng Xi should have been a king.

But in reality?

Bronze?

Or Silver?

Feng Xi struggled to stand up, "Something must have gone wrong... Let's go again!"

"There's no need to go again," Ancestral Witch Dijiang shook his head. "Even if you tried a thousand times, ten thousand times, the result would be the same."

Feng Xi was speechless.

After a long while, he said dejectedly, "Aren't we all the same True Immortals? Why did I lose so miserably? It makes no sense!"

"What we have in common is only the cultivation of True Immortals, the magic power of True Immortals," Dijiang corrected him. "But our realms and Dao attainments are at completely different heights."

"It's like comparing literacy."

"Recognize the same characters and vocabulary."

"Some people just utilize the basic functions within them."

"While others can write articles that are either gorgeously worded or grand and magnificent."

"This is the difference in realm and cultivation."

"The crushing superiority of realm and cultivation allows one to perceive weaknesses and strike where the enemy is vulnerable... Your every move, in our eyes, is riddled with flaws."

"Then what about the promised fair fight? This is a total trap!" Feng Xi complained.

"You can't put it quite like that." Ancestral Witch Dijiang chuckled, gesturing with his eyes towards the nine True Immortals locked in a fierce battle in the distance. "Over there, isn't that a prime example of a peak confrontation?"

"Heh." Feng Xi's mouth twitched uncontrollably; he no longer knew what to say.

"Why did Houtu want us to come here?" Dijiang looked up, his expression playful. "She's worried!"

"Worried that if things go wrong, they might capsize in a ditch and lose all their fame in an instant."

"So, you're saying all my teammates have issues?" Feng Xi's eyes widened. "No way!"

"Nothing is absolutely impossible." Ancestral Witch Dijiang sneered. "To stand out among millions of Witch Clan members, if they had simple backgrounds... who would believe that?"

"Actually, at first, we thought... you all had something hidden behind you."

"But we didn't expect..." Ancestral Witch Dijiang sized Feng Xi up. "That it would be nine gods carrying one liability?"

"Deep within your true spirit, there isn't the slightest trace of Grand Unity's innate immortal spiritual light or divine charm... You're a true blank slate, with no background whatsoever."

"Why do I feel like crying when you, Ancestral Witch, have cleared me of suspicion?" Feng Xi was speechless. "Others have backgrounds, I only have my back... In this extremely dangerous Primordial Era, I am filled with sorrow!"

"Oh, right!" He tapped his chin. "All nine of my teammates have issues..."

"Uh-huh!" Feng Xi tossed his integrity to the ground and began his performance. "I noticed their strangeness early on, which is why I deliberately played coy and infiltrated their ranks to uncover their schemes and plots... My great showing in District 1404 was precisely to reach the ears of Heaven and draw the attention of the great Ancestral Witches!"

"I'm a mole... I deserve credit!"

"..." Suddenly, Dijiang didn't know what to say.

After a long pause, he sighed softly, "Young man, your skill at selling out teammates is quite practiced!"

"A true talent."

"But if you have absolutely no suspicion, why are you the captain of that ten-person team?"

It's normal for all nine members to have issues, and the captain to be spotless...

Not!

"How do I feel that if you were pushed to a corner, you might also become incredibly ferocious?" Dijiang leaned forward, his smile deepening. "For example, unleashing your 'little universe,' unlocking your Gene Lock, awakening past-life memories, comprehending the supreme divine ability 'One Stroke Opens Heaven,' super-evolving into the supreme Pangu, punching Hongjun, kicking the Heavenly Dao, and dominating the Primordial Era with unparalleled might?"