The Might of the Three Pure Ones, the Third Lecture at Purple Cloud Palace Arrives

Kunlun Mountain.

The Three Purities Daoist were consolidating their cultivation after their breakthrough when a heaven-shaking disturbance suddenly came from outside.

Then, the rough, furious roar of Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, rang out from beyond.

"Three Pure Ones brats, get out here!"

The Three Purities Daoist's faces immediately darkened.

Fuck!

The Laozi brothers had been peacefully cultivating at home. Who had they provoked?

Truly, one could sit at home and have trouble fall from the sky.

The three dumbfounded Three Pure Ones exchanged glances, suppressing the fire in their hearts as they strode angrily beyond the borders of Kunlun Mountain.

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, why have you trespassed into the territory of our Kunlun Mountain and even attacked without permission? Do you intend to provoke a conflict with us, the Three Pure Ones?"

Suppressing his anger, Laozi coldly demanded.

"Do you know why?"

"We Ancestral Witches revere Pangu as our father and govern the Primordial Wilderness in Father God's stead."

"Yet you call yourselves Pangu orthodox successors. Where does that leave us Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

"Today, we must settle who is superior—and who truly deserves the name of Pangu orthodox successor!"

Dijiang, the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, spoke coldly as well.

"If you wish to fight, then fight. Why waste so many words?"

Laozi was enraged. His eyes blazed as an inexplicable fire rose in his heart.

Ever since they had appeared, the Ancestral Witches had proclaimed themselves Pangu's descendants, something Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian—Pangu orthodox successors—had greatly disliked.

Now they had become utterly arrogant, coming to their doorstep to fight the Three Pure Ones for the title of Pangu orthodox successor. They were truly courting death.

"Bold!"

Seeing that the Three Purities Daoist not only showed no fear but even dared glare at them, the Twelve Ancestral Witches flew into a rage.

They each transformed into their Ancestral Witch true forms and charged fiercely at the Three Purities Daoist together.

"Overestimating yourselves."

Laozi paid no heed to the Twelve Ancestral Witches rushing toward him. With a disdainful smile, he drew out the Coiled Dragon Crutch and flew forward to engage them.

Though the Coiled Dragon Crutch was merely a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure and could not injure the Twelve Ancestral Witches, empowered by Laozi's immense mana, its blows carried the weight of a thousand tons. Whenever it came crashing down, it left bruises and swelling behind.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were beaten until their heads were covered in bumps, stars danced before their eyes, and they bared their teeth in pain.

Consumed by fury, the Twelve Ancestral Witches no longer held back. They directly unleashed the powers of law they each possessed, sending Innate Divine Abilities crashing down upon Laozi like mountains and seas.

In an instant, Jumang, the Ancestral Witch of Wood, controlled towering trees that came crashing down; Rushou, the Ancestral Witch of Metal, controlled golden spears and blades; Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch of Water, sent Profound Ice True Water pouring down like a silver river; Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, summoned Southern Samadhi Fire that howled forth; Tianwu, the Ancestral Witch of Wind, unleashed Ninefold Divine Winds from all directions; Qiangliang, the Ancestral Witch of Thunder, brought Nine Heavens Divine Lightning down upon him; Xizi, the Ancestral Witch of Lightning, sent winding lightning serpents flying forth; Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin accelerated and froze the surrounding time; Shebishi, the Ancestral Witch of Weather, raised thick fog and clouds to obscure vision; Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Rain, brought down Nether Dark Rain; Houtu, the Earth Ancestral Witch, controlled the gravity of the earth...

Countless Innate Divine Abilities descended upon Laozi alone, instantly drowning his figure from sight.

Yuanshi and Tongtian both showed worried expressions.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches truly were no joke.

Had they been the ones facing this assault, they would have gained no advantage either. They would have had to flee in disarray and temporarily avoid the edge of their onslaught.

The combined attack of twelve quasi-saints was truly not easy to endure.

But at that moment, a stream of black-and-yellow qi rose from Laozi's body.

A black-and-yellow Exquisite Pagoda emerged above Laozi's head, propping up a space and blocking every one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' multicolored divine abilities outside.

Meanwhile, the Coiled Dragon Crutch in Laozi's hand did not pause in the slightest, striking down one foe after another.

He beat the Twelve Ancestral Witches until they howled miserably.

Laozi alone fought the Twelve Ancestral Witches without reddening his face or losing his breath. His expression did not change, nor did his heart race. He was indeed worthy of being the foremost of the Three Pure Ones.

Tongtian Daoist was the most battle-loving of them all. Watching his Elder Brother Laozi fight twelve opponents without falling behind, he could not help but itch to join the battle and lend a hand.

However, his arm was seized by his Second Brother Yuanshi.

Seeing Tongtian's puzzled gaze, Yuanshi shook his head and said, "A mere Twelve Ancestral Witches can be handled by Elder Brother. You and I need not act; we need only watch the battle here."

Tongtian found this reasonable as well.

If they disrupted their Elder Brother, it would only be improper.

Besides, this was the perfect time for the Three Pure Ones to establish their might and make their name known.

It was time to let everyone in the Primordial Wilderness see who the true Pangu orthodox successors were!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Laozi wielded the Coiled Dragon Crutch, every strike landing true as he fought with great delight.

By contrast, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could only bare their fangs and wave their claws in frustration.

Facing Laozi with the Heaven and Earth Exquisite Pagoda above his head was like a hedgehog facing a turtle shell. They had nowhere to bite.

No matter how many spines they had, it was all in vain.

Just as the Twelve Ancestral Witches were truly enraged and prepared to condense the Pangu True Body, Laozi suddenly withdrew from the battlefield. He stood alone among the high clouds, looking down upon the bruised and swollen Twelve Ancestral Witches below.

He said indifferently, "We Three Pure Ones were formed from Pangu's primordial spirit. We are naturally Pangu orthodox successors."

"You Ancestral Witches were born from mere tainted blood. How can you inherit Pangu's name? Do not disgrace Pangu's reputation."

"From this day onward, wherever we Three Pure Ones are present, you Ancestral Witches are forbidden from calling yourselves Pangu orthodox successors."

"If you offend again, you will not be spared!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were furious and wished to continue fighting.

But at that moment, the sound of a bell came from the chaos.

The three-thousand-year period had arrived, and the third lecture at Purple Cloud Palace was beginning.

Intimidated by Dao Ancestor Hongjun's saintly might, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not dare act rashly again and calmed down.

Moreover, seeing that Yuanshi and Tongtian remained below without having taken action, the Twelve Ancestral Witches became even more wary.

Both sides could only cease fighting for the time being and depart separately.

The battle between the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches came to a hasty end.

The many Purple Cloud Guests observing in secret all sighed inwardly.

It was a pity they had not seen a victor decided between the two sides.

Yet this battle made everyone realize just how frightening and terrifying the Three Pure Ones were.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, whom all the Primordial Powerhouses had been unable to deal with, had actually been defeated by the Three Pure Ones.

Only Laozi had acted, yet the Twelve Ancestral Witches had been left helpless. Such a shocking level of strength and cultivation completely stunned everyone.

Have to say, within the Primordial Era, regardless of who or what it was, anything connected to the two words "Pangu" was absolutely extraordinary.

Nether River Ancestor and Kunpeng Ancestor of the Demon Court were greatly excited.

The Demon Court had reinforcements now!

However, when faced with the Demon Court members' attempts to recruit and befriend them, the Three Purities Daoist turned a blind eye and a deaf ear, treating them with utter disdain.

This left the Demon Court members somewhat embarrassed.

Kunpeng Ancestor in particular had once been publicly berated by Yuanshi in Purple Cloud Palace as "a feathered beast born from damp eggs." He had harbored deep resentment ever since, and now that he was being ignored again, his hatred only deepened.

Yet facing the overwhelmingly powerful Three Pure Ones, Kunpeng Ancestor had no way to act.

The Demon Court's plans to recruit the Three Pure Ones were thus temporarily set aside.

Fortunately, after this blow from the Three Purities Daoist, the Witch Court also became much more restrained for the time being.

With such powerful allies as the Three Pure Ones keeping the Witch Court in check from the side, the pressure on the Demon Court correspondingly lessened.

There was no need to elaborate on Kunpeng Ancestor, Nether River Ancestor, and the other Three Thousand Purple Cloud Guests heading to the Chaotic Purple Cloud Palace to hear Hongjun Daozu's third lecture.

At this time, with the third lecture at Purple Cloud Palace arriving, Taiyi, who had remained hidden on the Sun Star, once again faced a "difficult" choice.