Twelve Ancestor Witches, Twelve Saints? A Visit to the Nine Heavens-and Draining the Drowning Waters Dry?!

At those words,

every Ancestral Witch present was stunned.

One exclaimed in disbelief, "That kid is only a Daluo Golden Immortal. How could he know the later stages of the Martial Path? Those methods would rival Severing the Corpse!"

"Exactly, big brother. Are you sure you haven't made a mistake? When the Dao Ancestor taught the Severing Three Corpses Method, he had already grasped the secrets of Hunyuan and attained it himself. He only preached to all living beings and ushered in the age of the Immortal Dao so he could attain the Heavenly Dao's fruition. That kid is a junior with a low cultivation level. How could he possibly know what comes next?"

"Right, right! Big brother, you must have gotten something wrong!"

"How could that kid understand any of this? I bet he just has a few clumsy ideas about the later methods and is spouting nonsense."

The Ancestral Witches all voiced their doubts.

There absolutely could not be someone in the Primordial Wilderness more formidable than them.

Especially when that someone was a junior.

Where would that leave their pride?

Dijiang frowned but offered no further explanation.

From the moment the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect entered Pangu Temple until he left, he had acted utterly fearless.

Clearly, the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect did not fear the Ancestral Witches at all.

What gave him such confidence?

"Big brother, what are you thinking about? Stop staring into space and help us deduce the later methods! I feel like I'm just a step away from breaking through to Martial Daluo!"

Gonggong said excitedly, "Once we break through on the Martial Path, what will those scruffy birds have left to challenge us with?"

"When the Witch Clan grows stronger as a whole and expands across the entire Primordial Wilderness,