Tongtian was startled. The question slipped out before he could stop himself. "Could it be because the Witch Clan and the Three Pure Ones share the same origin?"
Laozi remained silent, secretly pondering the matter as well. Primordial, however, became displeased and reproached Tongtian. "Third Brother, do not speak such nonsense. We Three Pure Ones were transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit and are the Pangu Orthodox. The Witch Clan are nothing but savages. They have no Primordial Spirit and were formed from turbid qi. They are even inferior to the demon race, born from wetness and eggs. They are a worthless lot who inherited no more than scraps of Father God's legacy. How could they be mentioned in the same breath as us?"
Tongtian furrowed his brows slightly but did not argue with his elder brother. The Three Pure Ones had different temperaments, and when they established their sects in later ages, their doctrines differed as well. That was what eventually led them to go their separate ways.
But at this point, Tongtian and Primordial had not yet reached that stage. Though they disagreed, they were brothers of the same origin who had been together for many years, and they had never fallen out over it.
Meanwhile, on the Witch Demon Battlefield.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches assumed their Witch Clan True Bodies and formed the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array. They were still enveloped by the demons' Myriad Stars Array, but the power of their twelve Witch Bodies now far exceeded what it had been before, weakening the influence of the Power of the Stars to a minimum.
The twelve giants, led by Dijiang, surged with Malevolent Qi. Wherever they went, they crushed the demons in their path. Within the array, Malevolent Qi linked them together, making the Twelve