Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire: Father God Pangu, Lend Me Your Strength!
"You little brats of the Witch Clan, what's wrong? Is there no one left in your Witch Clan Heavenly Court?"
"I have graced your Heavenly Court with my presence, yet not a single person has come out to greet me. Do you truly expect me to storm the Lingxiao Palace before you cowardly turtles will finally show yourselves?"
The Black Robe Ancestor stood proudly atop the ruins of the broken and fragmented Southern Heavenly Gate, and addressed the Heavenly Court deep within the South Southern Heavenly Gate Heavenly Court.
The rumbling sound pierced through the Thirty-Three Heavens and echoed throughout most of the Primordial World.
He seemed afraid that others wouldn't know that his Black Robe Ancestor had stormed the Southern Heavenly Gate and was challenging the Witch Clan Heavenly Court.
"Who goes there? State your name! I, Zhurong, do not kill nameless nobodies!"
Enveloped in flames, the Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, riding a fire dragon and wielding a fire snake, appeared opposite the Black Robe Ancestor, glaring angrily and shouting.
"You mere Ancestral Witch, when your ancestor roamed the Primordial Wilderness, you were nothing but a womb. How dare you be so insolent before your ancestor!"
Hearing Zhu Zhurong's extremely disdainful question, the Black Robe Ancestor was furious and let out a strange, lewd laugh.
"You dare to call yourself an ancestor before my Ancestral Witch?"
"Today, I, the Ancestral Witch, will show you, you lowly wretch, who your ancestors are!"
Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, let out an excited cry and rode his fire dragon forward.
For Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, it has been difficult to find a suitable person to cause trouble ever since the Heavenly Rules and Earthly Laws were officially promulgated.
Now, finally, an old geezer who refuses to perform has come knocking on our door to get a beating. How could the Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire not be excited?
Where can I find a punching bag if I have to come to their door?
"You coward, you brat!"
Seeing that Zhu Zhurong was standing in front of him, not only did he not kneel down and beg for mercy, but he even dared to take the initiative to attack, the Black Robe Ancestor was immediately enraged.
With a sharp shout, he once again drew that deadly weapon, the Spear of Spear of Destruction, a top- Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure treasure.
Aiming at killing the Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, he threw himself into the fray.
The spear pierced the air.
A wave of malevolent and foul energy swept in.
The Heaven and Earth Annihilation shockwaves spread outwards, their power terrifying.
The power of a late-stage Quasi-Sage is terrifying.
"How dare an old codger who should have been swept into the dustbin of Primordial Wilderness history act so arrogantly in front of this Ancestral Witch?"
"Today, your Ancestral Witch will let everyone in the entire Primordial World know one thing: old man, times have changed!"
"From this day forward, the Primordial Wilderness belongs to my Witch Clan!"
Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, roared and began to mobilize the divine power stored in the Pangu Shrine.
"Father God, please lend me your strength!"
Boom!
A loud explosion rang out in the sky.
The phantom image of the Pangu Shrine makes a dazzling appearance.
The long spear that shot towards them was also frozen in mid-air by the phantom image of the Pangu Shrine.
Then, it reverses and returns.
The Black Robe Ancestor's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly snatched back control of the Destruction Spear.
It was at this moment that...
Above the void, the phantom of the Pangu Shrine suddenly unleashed a massive surge of divine power, pouring it into the body of the Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire.
In the blink of an eye, the aura of the Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire Zhu Rong surged forward at breakneck speed.
Early stage of Quasi-Sage!
Quasi-Sage Mid stage!
Late stage of Quasi-Sage!
Quasi-Sage Great Perfection!
The Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, whose power had swelled to its limit, looked at the Black Robe Ancestor opposite her, who had turned pale with shock, and immediately let out a sinister laugh.
He clenched his fists, making a loud thumping sound.
He chuckled strangely, "Old man, who's the senior now, and who's the junior?"
"In the Primordial Wilderness, those who have achieved the highest level have always been the first to succeed."
"Now, I, the Ancestral Witch, am at the Great Perfection of Quasi-Sage, while you, old man, are only at the late stage of Quasi -Quasi-Sage."
"Now that you've met this Ancestral Witch, hurry up and pay your respects! Otherwise, you'll be crying from your Ancestral Witch grandfather's beating later!"
The Black Robe Ancestor's face was extremely ugly, showing a hint of embarrassment and anger.
I originally thought he was just a junior, not worth mentioning.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the junior became the senior.
Although they were only a minor realm apart, the Black Robe Ancestor, who had experienced the Beast Calamity, was extremely powerful.
Let alone a difference of a small realm, even the difference in the amount of magical power can often determine the boundary between life and death.
The Black Robe Ancestor is now in a difficult position.
If you want to leave, make a quick getaway; after all, preserving your life in the chaos is the only way to go.
But after all, he had made a solemn pledge and boasted in front of the Immortal Court, and in the end, he couldn't bring himself to back down.
He could only bite the bullet and feign disdain, saying, "Trying to force your cultivation to grow stronger, can you really perform perfectly?"
"In my eyes, you are like an inflated balloon. I only need to poke you gently to burst your weakness!"
"Yeah?"
"You old bastard, come here!"
The Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire Zhurong raised a middle finger with a provocative gesture, beckoning it towards the Black Robe Ancestor.
Although he didn't know what the middle finger meant, the Black Robe Ancestor was not blind and could still understand the utter contempt and disdain on Zhurong's face.
He immediately roared in uncontrollable rage, "You brat, you're asking for death!"
Boom boom boom!
In an instant, two quasi- Saint Level experts engaged in an earth-shattering battle at the Southern Heavenly Gate of Heavenly Court.
The terrifying aftershocks erupted, shaking the Primordial Wilderness void with a rumbling sound, as if it could not withstand such a battle.
However, the upper limit of the Primordial World is the Sage.
Although Quasi-Sage is powerful, he is ultimately only below the Sage.
Therefore, although the fighting was fierce, it was still within a tolerable range.
This battle was the first of its kind in the history of the Witch Clan Heavenly Court.
If we can win, it will greatly enhance the prestige of the Primordial Heavenly Court.
If they are defeated, the prestige of the Primordial Heavenly Court will be swept away, and the people's hearts will be unsettled.
The territories conquered and the tribes, clans, and gods that have submitted to them will also rebel.
Therefore, this battle carries the hopes of countless people.
It also attracted the attention of countless people.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Taiyi Dijun the Witch and Demon Clans need no further explanation.
The location of Southern Heavenly Gate was originally their main base.
Within the Eastern King Duke's Immortal Court, countless powerful beings eagerly awaited the outcome of this battle, their eyes fixed on the scene as they predicted its final result.
Even the Kunlun Three Pure Ones, the Zhunti Western Duo Jieyin and Jieyin, Nüwa and Fuxi of Buzhou Mountain, the Ancestor Minghe in the Blood Sea, the Kunpeng of the North Sea, and the Zhenyuanzi Longevity Mountain...
Even the innate great gods were quietly focusing their gazes.
The Witch and Demon Clans were the main protagonists of the world during the Lich- Witch and Demon Cataclysm. The Primordial Heavenly Court was the essence of the two races, blessed with good fortune and destiny.
Therefore, the rise or fall of the Primordial Heavenly Court is related to the fate of the entire Primordial World.
Even the Three Pure Ones, Nüwa, Fuxi, and other primordial deities, though they were supposed to be detached from worldly affairs, could not remain indifferent.
"It seems that this Black Robe Ancestor is doomed!"
Inside the Three Purities Cave Heaven, Laozi activated his Purple Extreme Divine Eyes and gazed into the distance at the Southern Gate Heaven above the Thirty-Three Heavens, and suddenly spoke.
"Good!"
"The Primordial Heavenly Court is the embodiment of the current era's destiny, and the Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire is further empowered by the divine power of the Pangu Shrine."
"The Black Robe Ancestor is not fighting against Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, alone; he is fighting against an entire era."
"Defeat is a foregone conclusion."
Tongtian affirmed in agreement.
"What a pity, what a pity!"
Only at the Yuanshi did he sigh with extreme regret.
As for what is regrettable, the Three Pure Ones naturally know it all.
If the Witch and Demon Heavenly Court falls and supports the Eastern King Duke's Celestial Immortal Court to ascend to the throne, the Three Pure Ones might very well be able to share a large amount of fortune and merit.
Whether one uses it to ascend to the highest power in the Immortal Court or to assist in cultivation, it is a highly profitable endeavor.
However, if the Witch and Demon Heavenly Court continues to prosper, the Three Pure Ones ' desire to attain sainthood through merit will remain a distant dream.