Before long, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered in Pangu Hall. Even Great Witches like Xing Tian and Houyi had arrived.
"Speak, little sister. What major matter calls for such a grand assembly?"
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Di Jiang waited for Houtu to speak.
Houtu then recounted what had happened at Zixiao Palace, including Xuan Qing's guidance to her.
"Five Saints... It seems the Prehistoric Era is about to change. But little sister, how much do you know about that senior Dao Venerable?" Di Jiang fell into thought.
"I don't know. I'll have to wait for news from Fellow Daoist Nuwa. But once these Saints emerge, where will our Witch Clan go from there?"
Houtu could not help worrying. She was still far from proving her Dao.
"What's there to fear? We'll fight them head-on! We're Pangu's descendants—are we supposed to fear a pack of Saints?"
"Exactly! Let's fight them!"
Qiang Liang had no interest in Saints. Over the years, they had comprehended a Formation from Pangu Hall: the Twelve Capitals Heavenly Gods and Fiends Formation.
So long as the twelve of them joined forces, they might not need to fear Saints in the future.
"Idiots!" Seeing Qiang Liang and the others' reaction, Xuan Ming could not help cursing.
Several people instantly flushed red, anger rising as they prepared to teach Xuan Ming a lesson.
"What are you doing?! If you want to fight, get outside and fight! Listen to what little sister has to say."
Zhu Jiuyin roared. These people truly could not settle down; they would start fighting at the slightest disagreement.
Only then did Qiang Liang and the others calm down and turn their gazes toward Houtu.
"I'm afraid you brothers are underestimating Saints. The Formation may not necessarily be able to deal with them. Moreover, the