Primordial Era: The Dao Wasn't Finished, But the Ancestor Witches Had Already Become Saints - Part 2

But the next time they meet, they'll be at it again—on and off, can you believe it?

Actually, it's understandable. One of these two masters the Law of Fire, the other the Law of Water.

Fire and water are hard to reconcile, so it's natural for them to clash regularly.

But blood is thicker than water, after all... and so, the result is this cycle of good and bad between them.

Seeing the two about to escalate again, Dijiang, as the First Brother, couldn't just stand by and watch.

He stepped in, pulled them apart, and said gravely, "This batch of Great Witches may not compare to Jiu Feng, but there are still promising seeds. I think Chiyou and Xing Tian are quite good!"

Beside him, the tiger-headed Thunder Ancestor Witch—Qiang Liang, who was born alongside Jiu Feng—chimed in, "Right, right! I think Kuafu is pretty impressive too!"

With the words laid out so plainly, how could the other Ancestor Witches not understand?

They started chatting back and forth.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong could also grasp their siblings' intent, so they naturally reined in their tempers.

Gong Gong snorted coldly, "For the sake of my brothers today, I'll let you off for now! If you're still like this another day, don't blame me for being rude!"

Zhu Rong had intended to let the matter drop, but at those words, a surge of anger rose in his heart. He immediately bellowed, "This is rebellion! Go on, tell me—I'm listening. How exactly are you going to be rude?"

The Ancestor Witches were speechless!

Damn you, Gong Gong!

You're really something!

Couldn't you both just back off a step and call it even?

Why do you have to be so sharp-tongued?

Gong Gong felt a bit bitter inside. In truth, he regretted the words the moment they left his mouth.

But for some reason, they slipped out as if possessed.

For a moment, silence fell over the Ancestor Witch Hall.

Dijiang's head ached as he wondered how to mediate with Zhu Rong.

Then, from within the Father God's heart, a roar erupted.

"What's all this racket so early in the morning? Can't a person get some sleep?"

At the sound of this voice, Dijiang froze, Gong Gong froze, and the other Ancestor Witches were all stunned.

Only Zhu Rong kept his wits. He burst into laughter, pointed at the massive heart, and shouted, "First Brother, look! All of you, look! Hahaha! Didn't I say I wasn't talking nonsense? Was I making it up? Did it speak or not? Did it? Hahaha!"

What else could the other eleven Ancestor Witches say? They could only nod woodenly, staring in disbelief at the ceaselessly beating heart.

Inside the heart.

Li Hao had actually been woken up when the Ancestor Witches first returned.

This big group was laughing and chatting, making quite a racket—impossible not to wake up.

It was just that he was so exhausted, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

Otherwise, he'd have charged out and fought them all.

Sure, there were a lot of them, but what kind of person was Li Hao?

Cowering wasn't an option. Life and death meant nothing—if he didn't accept it, he'd fight. That was his rule.

But he was too worn out, so he could only endure, waiting for them to leave.

Who would've thought they not only stayed but started quarreling among themselves?

It got even louder.

Li Hao held back, and held back, until he couldn't take it anymore. Finally, he roared.

Sure enough, at that roar, the world went quiet.

But not long after, some guy spoke up again, seemingly mocking him?

From the sound of it, it was one of the two who'd been arguing.

This bastard was laughing uncontrollably. Li Hao was furious but powerless.

He didn't know what was wrong with him—he couldn't even get up or open his eyes.

Otherwise, he'd have gone out right then and killed that guy!

With no other choice, he could only force patience and say, "I need rest. Could that friend please stop laughing?"

As the words came out again, Zhu Rong laughed even harder. After all, the more he spoke, the more it proved he was right!

Not laugh? How could he not laugh?

Chapter 2: Me? An Ancestor Witch? Am I Dreaming, or Are You Not Awake?

Dijiang furrowed his brow slightly, pondered for a moment, then used his Law Power to move to Zhu Rong's side and clamped a hand over his mouth.

Stopping Zhu Rong's laughter, he said apologetically toward the heart, "No one will disturb you again. Rest as you please!"

Li Hao was quite satisfied with this response. Out of politeness, he wanted to reply.

Before he could speak, a wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he sank back into slumber.

Dijiang waited a long time, but still received no response. He was not angered.

Supporting Zhu Rong, he signaled to the other Ancestor Witches and quietly walked out of the Ancestor Witch Hall.

Once outside, he finally released Zhu Rong.

The moment he regained his freedom, Zhu Rong first gasped for breath.

Then, he cast a resentful look at Dijiang.

If you didn't want me to talk, couldn't you have just said so? Did you have to cover my mouth?

Once his mouth was covered, Zhu Rong naturally struggled.

But Dijiang took it as defiance, so he pressed down even harder.

And as if still uneasy, he reinforced it with his Law.

This whole ordeal nearly killed Zhu Rong.

If that had actually happened, how could it ever be explained?

One of the Ancestor Witches, Zhu Rong, master of the Law of Fire, dying before ever setting foot on the battlefield—killed by the Law suppression of his own eldest brother?

If others found out, wouldn't they laugh their teeth out?

Dijiang acted as if he hadn't seen anything, lost in his own thoughts.

The other Ancestor Witches were intensely curious but dared not approach to ask.

Just then, a gentle female voice rang out.

"Elder Brother, could that person be our brother? Another Ancestor Witch?"

She was a woman with skin like congealed cream, bright eyes and shining pupils, and thick, lustrous hair—truly stunningly beautiful.

But... this woman had a human torso and a serpent's tail, seven hands on her back, and two hands on her chest—a bizarre appearance.

She was the youngest of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, the Earth Ancestor Witch, Houtu.

Hearing this, the other Ancestor Witches were startled, and all looked at Dijiang in disbelief.

Dijiang was also stunned for a moment, then nodded in confirmation.

Seeing this, the Ancestor Witches collectively gasped!

They had originally thought there were only twelve of them as brothers.

Turns out there were more? One hadn't even come out yet.

But why hadn't they noticed before?

In truth, it wasn't just them who were curious—Dijiang was puzzled too.

But he had no room to doubt, because they had all manifested in this way.

Everyone knew the Ancestor Witches were born from Pangu's essence blood, but that wasn't entirely true.

In the past, Pangu split Heaven and Earth and perished.

His body transformed into all things of the Primordial Era. As he dissolved, he exhaled three streams of pure qi and twelve streams of turbid qi.

The pure qi, possessing the merit of opening Heaven, took form first, becoming the Three Pure Ones.

The twelve streams of turbid qi lacked the merit of opening Heaven and had no destiny to take form.

But they obtained the Pangu Hall, born from the Pangu Heart, and through Pangu's essence blood—his heart's blood—they succeeded in taking form.

Just now, Dijiang had used his great divine power to peer into the situation within Father God's heart.

He found that one qi still remained, though it seemed somewhat weak, as if inherently deficient.

Probably for this reason, this brother was so exhausted, right?

Of course, these were secrets of the Witch Tribe, unknown to outsiders, and Dijiang had no reason to explain them to just anyone, did he?

How outsiders chose to understand was their business—what did it have to do with the Witch Tribe?

Let them say whatever they wanted!

No matter how viciously they spoke or how wildly they fabricated, could it harm a single hair of the Witch Tribe?

As for reputation? The Witch Tribe didn't care about reputation at all. As long as their strength was great, no matter how bad their name, it didn't matter.

Those destined to dominate would dominate in the end!

Having worked through the logic, Dijiang relayed his conjecture to the other Ancestor Witches.

The Ancestor Witches all sighed in dismay. Their youngest brother was truly too pitiful.

It was their fault as older brothers and sisters!

They must have used too much essence blood when they took form, causing their younger brother to be inherently deficient from the start.

After their sighs, Dijiang gave orders: the Ancestor Witch Hall was to be temporarily sealed.