The Demon Gods might not care.
The Great Witches might grit their teeth and swallow their anger.
But the Ancestor Witches would never compromise!
This was inevitable.
The Witch Clan had defeated the Demon Clan, and the Human Race had become the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth... The difficult years of battle had passed. Next came the joyous time of dividing the spoils.
The Ancestor Witches had contributed both money and manpower. How many comrades had died along the way?
Now, as the Witch Clan's largest shareholders, they theoretically had the right to directly divide the fruits of victory. With a single word, they could determine the rise and fall of Human Dao, and with another, decide the survival or destruction of the Primordial World.
But now, they had somehow been kicked out of the game!
Forget dividing the spoils—they were not even allowed to sit at the table or play a hand. They were left suffocating outside the Primordial World, thoroughly "represented."
The Ancestor Witches were furious. The great ups and downs of divine life had come so suddenly—one moment they had been making enormous profits, and the next they had lost everything...
Who could stand that?
Return to the Primordial World, point their swords at Tai Huang—there would inevitably be a battle!
With this will in their hearts, an atmosphere of slaughter condensed, bringing the sound of iron-blooded killing to this grand sacrificial ceremony.
"Return!"
The Ancestor Witches roared at the All Heavens, while the divine beings howled through the ages.
The radiance of the Most Holy shone brilliantly, and the splendor of Sage Virtue flowed.
One Innate Divine Being after another returned to their origins at this moment, recreating the dazzling brilliance and pillars of the universe preserved in the memories of Human Dao.
They stood side