Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
The pool of blood surged, its malevolent aura like a dragon.
Thirteen Ancestral Witch True Body surrounding the blood pool, their auras intertwined, forming an ancient and savage picture.
Chen Tian sat in the main seat, his eyes slightly closed, his aura as unfathomable as an abyss.
Before him, the God-Slaying Spear floated silently, its shaft flowing with dark red malevolent energy, slowly writhing as if it were alive.
"Thirteenth brother."
Dijiang's voice rang out, tinged with solemnity.
" From Shouyang Mountain, our scouts report that Taiqing Laozi has Human Teachings and attained sainthood at the Eight Sceneries Palace."
"That Human Race's Emperor Sui, Zhou Qing, has been frequently visiting the Eight Sceneries Palace recently, and it seems he has had some contact with Laozi."
Zhu Rong snorted coldly, flames erupting around him. "So what Laozi?"
"Let him become a saint; why should our Witch Clan act according to his wishes?"
"Since those Human Race on Shouyang Mountain are so stubborn and unwilling to submit, just crush them!"
"Indeed!" Gonggong's voice was deep and somber. "We gave them a chance, but since they were unwilling to seize it, then they have no reason to exist."
The other Ancestral Witch also spoke up, most of them agreeing to use swift and decisive measures to suppress the Human Race of Shouyang Mountain as a warning to others.
Chen Tian slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were calm and still, yet they caused all the Ancestral Witch to fall silent instinctively.
" Laozi Human Teachings and attained sainthood at Shouyang. This place is his sacred site, and we should not wage Weaponry Dao here."
Chen Tian's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
"To directly launch a massive army attack on Shouyang would be tantamount to openly confronting a sage."
"Now, the Demon Clan race rules the heavens, eyeing us covetously. Among the Four Pure Ones, the Three Pure Ones have all achieved the Primordial Realm, and the two in the West have also become saints by establishing their own sects."
"Although my Witch Clan is strong, it would be unwise to confront multiple saints at the same time."
Dijiang frowned. "Thirteenth brother, do you mean... we're just going to let it go like this?"
"Never mind?"
A cold smile curled at the corner of Chen Tian's lips.
"They refused the opportunities our Witch Clan offered. Then let them know what price they will pay for defying our clan."
His gaze swept over the assembled Ancestral Witch.
"Elder brother, fellow brothers and sisters, this time, I intend to make a trip to Shouyang Mountain alone."
"What?!"
"Thirteenth brother, no!"
"You may be strong, but that was, after all, near Humanity Dao!"
The Ancestral Witch all tried to dissuade them.
Chen Tian raised his hand, silencing the crowd.
"I am not going to launch a full-scale attack on the Eight Sceneries Palace, much less to fight the Laozi."
"I'm just going to have a proper 'talk' with that Human Race Emperor Sui."
A profound light flashed in his eyes.
"If he is sensible and willing to lead the Shouyang Human Race to submit, nominally recognizing our Witch Clan as their sovereign, but in reality still able to govern themselves, our Witch Clan can provide him with protection and even share some of the land's power."
"What if he doesn't know when to stop..."
Chen Tian didn't finish speaking, but the fleeting, chilling aura in his eyes made all the Ancestral Witch understand his meaning.
As for safety...
Chen Tian slowly stood up, and a vast and boundless aura, far surpassing that of Perfected Quasi-Saint at the peak, and even faintly exceeding that of an ordinary person who had just entered the Primordial Realm, slowly awakened within him.
Pangu Hall, the malevolent energy and blood essence that had gathered over countless Primordial Era surged wildly towards him, as if summoned.
Behind him, a blurry yet towering phantom, seemingly capable of supporting the Chaos, slowly coalesced.
The array diagram of the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation silently unfolded beneath his feet, connecting with the energy of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
"I have touched that boundary."
"If necessary, this trip..."
Chen Tian gripped the God-Slaying Spear in front of him.
The gun trembled, emitting an excited hum, as if yearning to drink the blood of a saint.
"I stood before Shouyang Mountain, using the calamity of Human Race as fuel and the power of the Ancestral Witch as my foundation..."
"Condense my Primordial Dao Fruit!"
"At that time, even if a sage were to personally arrive, I would still have the strength to fight!"
Feeling the heart-palpitating pressure emanating from Chen Tian, and the terrifying power that was held back yet seemed capable of overturning the Qiankun at any moment.
The Twelve Ancestor Witches remained completely silent.
Immediately, a fervent fighting spirit ignited in their eyes.
"Great! Hahahaha!"
Zhu Rong laughed heartily.
"Thirteenth Brother, if you can break through to the Primordial Realm in this battle, our Witch Clan will truly have a pillar supporting the heavens! What Demon Clan, what saint, we will crush them all!"
Dijiang took a deep breath and patted Chen Tian's shoulder heavily.
"Thirteenth brother, since you have made up your mind, I will no longer try to stop you."
"Remember, you are not alone. Whether Shouyang Mountain is a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, my Twelve Ancestor Witches can deploy the Capital Heaven Divine Baleful Intent at any time to stand shoulder to shoulder with you!"
Chen Tian felt a warmth in his heart and nodded.
"Thank you, brother. I know what I'm doing."
He looked towards Shouyang Mountain, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless space.
" Zhou Qing..."
I hope you can make a wise choice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Tian took a step forward.
The figure had already disappeared into the Pangu Hall.
All that remained was the chilling lingering aura of malevolence, and the expectant and battle-ready gazes of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
After leaving Buzhou Mountain, Chen Tian soon arrived near Shouyang Mountain.
" Zhou Qing... I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before in my past life..."
Information about this Human Race Emperor Sui, surfaced in his mind.
The first Innate Human Race to be created by Nuwa, he was given the Four Swords of Zhu Xian by Nuwa, invented the method of Drilling Wood for Fire, and gained merit from the Heavenly Dao. He was revered by the Human Race as the Emperor Sui.
Amidst the chaos of the Witch-Demon War, he led the Shouyang lineage of Human Race to survive, and has now even reached the Early Quasi-Saint.
This talent, temperament, and luck are truly extraordinary.
But that's all.
"If you are pragmatic, I don't mind Human Race a chance—a chance to truly be subordinate to the Witch Clan, yet still develop relatively independently."
"After all, the Human Race has boundless potential; if it could be put to use by our Witch Clan..."
Thoughts raced through Chen Tian's mind.
He comes from the modern era and is well aware of the potential and destiny of the Human Race in the "plot".
Forcibly exterminating Human Race, not to mention the unpredictable backlash and unforeseen changes, is itself a waste.
If we could subdue the Human Race and incorporate this destined-to-rise power into the Witch Clan system, or even combine the Witch Clan's bloodline with that of the Human Race to create a new race that combines the advantages of both...
The future of that Witch Clan is limitless!
This is far more valuable than mere conquest and slaughter.
Of course, all of this is predicated on Zhou Qing's willingness to submit.
"If you don't know what's good for you..."
A cold glint flashed in Chen Heavenly Eye.
Then the only option is to use the cruelest method, in front of Shouyang Mountain, in front of Human Race, to crush their last hope and backbone.
Perhaps by offering the blood of Human Race and despair as a sacrifice, he can finally condense the Primordial Dao Fruit that was already just one step away from being fully formed!
As for the possibility of this leading to a confrontation with Laozi, Laozi of the Eight Sceneries Palace...
Chen Tian gripped the God-Slaying Spear tightly in his hand.
The gun exuded a cool yet powerful aura, as if echoing the rising fighting spirit within him.
"Perfect timing, I'd like to see that too..."
"Just how much is this so-called saint really worth?"
An aura brimming with ambition, confidence, and fighting spirit surged forth from Chen Tian, stirring up the winds and clouds.
He no longer concealed his aura, unleashing the full power of Primordial Origin Golden Immortal without reservation, like an invisible tsunami rolling towards Shouyang Mountain!
Along the way, the mountains and rivers were silent, and all living things lay dormant.
Whether they were reclusive immortals or powerful demon kings and Great Witch who occupied their own territories, they all looked up in horror at this moment.
"This is... the aura of the Ancestral Witch Chen Tian? So powerful!"
"He's heading straight for Shouyang Mountain? What is he planning to do?!"
"A great battle is about to begin! Quickly, get away from Shouyang Mountain!"
Countless divine thoughts intertwined in the void, conveying shock and fear.
Something big is about to happen at Shouyang Mountain!