All twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered at Buzhou Immortal Mountain, blotting out the sky and sun and reshaping the landscape. It seemed as though Buzhou Mountain was about to change hands!
Inside her divine palace, Nuwa watched through a crack in the door. Seeing that every one of the Ancestral Witches was no weaker than she was, she felt a little apprehensive.
Behind Nuwa, Fu Xi, who had been immersed in comprehending the Dao, was also startled. "Little sister, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are pressing down on Buzhou Mountain, brimming with killing intent. Could it be because Bai Ze asked you to lead the myriad demons?"
"I don't think so! The Ancestral Witches probably still don't know that Bai Ze came to see me!" Nuwa said, though she was still somewhat worried. "The Twelve Ancestral Witches are heading straight for Sanqing Hall at the front of the mountain. It seems they've had some kind of dispute with our three senior brothers!"
Fu Xi reassured her. "Little sister, there's no need to worry. Sanqing Hall is the face of Buzhou Mountain, and anyone entering Nuwa Palace has to pass through it. The three Daoist friends of Sanqing certainly won't let them in easily!"
"Besides, you didn't agree to become the Demon Ancestor for Bai Ze. So the Twelve Ancestral Witches have no grounds to come after us!"
In the Primordial World, powerful beings still had to observe certain rules. They couldn't just attack whoever they pleased.
Take Nuwa, for example. She hadn't provoked the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so if they attacked her, Old Ancestor Hongjun could step in and punish them directly!
But if it fell within the bounds of cause and effect—if, for instance, Nuwa agreed to become the Demon Ancestor for Bai Ze and incurred the wrath of the