Ever since Ancestor Dragon, Heavenly Phoenix, Ancestor Lin, and the others had become Quasi-Supremes, the three tribes' power had soared. The older generation was still all right, but the younger generation had gradually grown arrogant, ill-tempered, and overbearing. The number of cultivators in the Primordial World who clashed with the three tribes kept increasing.
Although many cultivators dared not complain in the face of the three Quasi-Supremes' might and kept their grievances buried, their resentment only grew deeper. Sooner or later, it would erupt!
Several thousand years had passed since the Witch Clan's giant city on Buzhou Mountain was built.
It wasn't that no one had coveted the city since its construction. Even the Kirin Tribe, the overlords of Buzhou Mountain, had sent people to test the waters.
But every time they approached the city, an earth-shattering pressure descended, crushing all those with ill intentions to pieces and obliterating their souls!
After a while, everyone realized that a terrifying powerhouse lay hidden in the city, and they no longer dared to scheme against it.
Besides, the city was in a remote location, and the Kirin Tribe didn't care much about it. Since they knew there was a powerful figure inside, they weren't willing to offend him over a city of little value to them.
Moreover, after the city was built, the Ancestral Witches and the others kept a low profile. They usually cultivated the Primordial Saint Body inside the city and rarely ventured out. Gradually, the cultivators of Buzhou Mountain began to pay less attention to it.
At Pangu Hall, Dijiang, Zhurong, Houtu, and the others watched the blood-red world with tense expressions. Red light flashed across it from time to time, and enormous bubbles rose from the bottom of the Blood Pool. The entire pool was boiling.
Zhurong was