Primordial Era: The Preaching Isn't Even Over Yet, and the Ancestor Witches Have All Become Saints Chapter 2

Could you believe they would still argue the next time they met, and on and off at that?

Actually, it was also understandable since these two people each mastered one thing: one mastered the Law of Fire, and the other mastered the Law of Water.

Water and fire were difficult to blend, so naturally, conflicts would frequently arise between them.

Yet blood was thicker than water after all, and so... that resulted in their relationship swinging between good and bad.

Seeing that the two of them showed trends of escalating once again, Dijiang, acting as First Brother, naturally found it inconvenient to remain a bystander.

He stepped forward, pulled the two apart, and said solemnly, "Although the Great Witches born this time cannot compare to Jiu Feng, they still have decent seeds among them. I think that Chiyou and Xing Tian are quite good!"

Standing nearby, the tiger-headed Ancestor Witch of Thunder—namely Qiang Liang, who had been nurtured alongside Jiu Feng—chimed in, "Yeah, yeah! I think that Kuafu is also pretty good!"

Since things had already reached this point, how could the other Ancestor Witches fail to understand?

They began chatting back and forth.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong could also understand the meaning of their brothers and sisters, so they naturally reined in their tempers.

Gong Gong snorted coldly, "Today, for the sake of all the brothers, I'll let you off for now! If you act like this again in the future, don't blame me for being unpolished!"

Zhu Rong had originally intended to smooth things over and let the matter rest, but as soon as those words came out, a surge of anger rose within his heart, and he immediately shouted loudly, "This has really turned upside down! Tell me, let me hear it, just how are you going to be unpolished?"

The Ancestor Witches were rendered speechless for a moment!

Well, aren't you something, Gong Gong!

You really are a piece of work!

Wouldn't it have been fine to just take a step back each?

Why did you simply have to refuse to yield with your tongue?

Gong Gong also felt a bit bitter inside; in fact, he had regretted it the moment those words left his mouth.

He just didn't know why, but those words had slipped right out of his mouth smoothly, as if he had been possessed by a demon.

For a moment, silence descended upon Pangu Hall.

Dijiang had a massive headache and was just pondering how to counsel Zhu Rong.

Then, he heard a roar erupt from within the Father God heart.

"What are you all arguing about early in the morning? Do you still want to let people sleep?"

When this voice arrived, Dijiang was stunned, Gong Gong was stunned, and all the other Ancestor Witches were dumbfounded.

Only Zhu Rong remained sober. He laughed heartily for a while, pointed at the huge heart, and shouted loudly, "First Brother, look! And you all look too! Hahaha! Didn't I say I wasn't just talking nonsense? Was I talking nonsense? Did it speak or not? Did it? Hahaha!"

What else could the other eleven Ancestor Witches say? They could only nod numbly, staring at the continuously beating heart with disbelief written all over their faces.

Inside the heart.

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

This large group of people was talking and laughing merrily, and the noise was truly not small—he wouldn't have been able to stay asleep even if he wanted to.

This was simply because he was very tired, so tired that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

Otherwise, he definitely would have rushed out to pick a fight with this bunch of people.

Although it sounded like there were quite a few people, what kind of personality did he, Li Hao, have?

Being cowardly was simply impossible; looking life and death indifferently and fighting whoever refused to submit was his code of conduct.

Yet he was exhausted to the extreme, so he could only choose to endure and wait for that group of people to leave.

Who could have expected, however, not only did this group not leave, but they seemed to have started an internal conflict among themselves.

This made things even noisier now.

Li Hao endured and endured, and under the condition of being driven past his limit of patience, he finally let out a great roar.

Sure enough, under this single roar, the world grew quiet.

Yet before long, a certain fellow spoke up once again, and it seemed he was even mocking himself?

Judging by the voice, it appeared to be one of the two people who had been infighting.

This jerk laughed unceasingly, leaving Li Hao burning with rage yet completely powerless to do anything.

He didn't know what was wrong with himself either; let alone getting up and going outside, he couldn't even manage to open his eyes.

Otherwise, he would have definitely gone right out immediately and beaten that jerk to death!

With no other choice, he could only grit his teeth and say, "I need to rest. Might that friend please stop laughing?"

When those words were uttered once again, Zhu Rong laughed even more merrily. After all, the more words were spoken, the more it proved that he was right!

Not laugh? It would be a wonder if he could keep from laughing!

I? Ancestor Witch? Am I dreaming, or haven't you woken up yet?

Dijiang furrowed his brow slightly. After pondering in his heart for a moment, he immediately mobilized Law Power, arrived beside Zhu Rong, and clamped a hand over the latter's mouth.

Quashing Zhu Rong's laughter, he spoke to the heart with a trace of apology, "No one will disturb you ever again, just rest as you please!"

Upon hearing this sentence, Li Hao felt immensely satisfied in his heart, and out of politeness, he wanted to reply with a sentence.

Before he could even open his mouth, a wave of weariness washed over him, and he plunged back into a deep sleep once more.

Dijiang waited for a long time, yet still saw no response from the other party, but he did not grow angry.

Propping up Zhu Rong, he greeted the various Ancestor Witches and walked lightly and quietly out of Pangu Hall.

Only upon coming outside did he release Zhu Rong.

Regaining his freedom, Zhu Rong first panted heavily for a spell.

Then, he cast a resentful glance at Dijiang.

If you didn't want me to speak, why didn't you just say so directly? Did you have to clamp a hand over my mouth?

Naturally, once he was clamped like that, Zhu Rong had to struggle.

However, Dijiang interpreted that as stubbornness, and therefore, he clamped down even tighter.

Moreover, as if he still wasn't at ease, he reinforced it using his laws.

This whole sequence of operations almost scared Zhu Rong to death.

If that had actually come true, how terrible would that have been?

Dignified as one of the Ancestor Witches, Zhu Rong who mastered the Law of Fire—before he even had a chance to reach the battlefield—would have died from the law suppression of his own biological first brother?

If other people found out, wouldn't they laugh their teeth off?

Dijiang acted as if he hadn't seen a thing, pondering to himself on his own.

The various Ancestor Witches were extremely curious, yet it was not convenient for them to step forward and ask.

At that moment, a gentle female voice sounded.

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

This was a woman whose skin was like congealed fat, with bright eyes and flowing, vibrant hair, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Only... this female possessed a bizarre appearance with a human body and snake tail, seven arms behind her back, and two arms in front of her chest.

She was none other than Houtu, the Earth Ancestral Witch and the youngest among the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Hearing these words, the various Ancestor Witches felt a jolt in their hearts, all of them looking at Dijiang with disbelief.

When Dijiang heard these words, he was also stunned for a moment, and then he nodded in affirmation.

Seeing this, the various Ancestor Witches collectively drew in a cold breath!

Originally, they had thought there were only twelve brothers.

As it turned out, there were simply more than that? There was still one who hadn't come out yet.

Only, why hadn't they noticed it originally?

Actually, it wasn't just them who were curious; even Dijiang was very puzzled.

Yet he had no room to doubt it either, because all of them had manifested in this very fashion.

Everyone in the world knew that the Ancestor Witches were transformed from Pangu Essence Blood, but that wasn't entirely the case either.

In the past, Pangu split heaven and earth and perished.

His body transformed into all things in the Primordial Era, and at the moment of his dissolution, he exhaled three strands of pure qi and twelve strands of turbid qi within his body.

The pure qi possessed the merits of opening the heavens and transformed first, becoming the Three Pure Ones.

The twelve strands of turbid qi lacked the merits of opening the heavens upon their persons and were originally fated not to transform.

Yet they obtained Pangu Hall, which had been formed from the Pangu Heart, and relying upon Pangu Essence Blood—namely the heart's blood—they thus managed to successfully take human shape.

Just moments ago, Dijiang had already used great divine power to peer into the situation within the Father God heart.

He discovered that one breath indeed still remained, though it appeared slightly weak, as if suffering from congenital deficiency.

Most likely precisely because of this, would this brother be so fatigued?

Of course, these belonged to the secrets of the Witch Tribe; outside tribes did not know of them, and Dijiang had no reason to explain it to everyone he saw, right?

How outside tribes chose to understand it was their own affair; what did it have to do with the Witch Tribe?

No matter what they wanted to say, let them say it!

No matter how formidable your words, or how outrageous your fabrications, could they injure 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 formidable, it didn't matter how poor their reputation might be.

Those destined to dominate would still dominate in the end!

Having figured out the joints of the matter, Dijiang relayed his conjectures to the various Ancestor Witches.

The Ancestor Witches let out a series of sighs, feeling that their little brother was truly too pitiful.

It was they, acting as older brothers and sisters, who had done wrong!

Presumably, it was because they had consumed too much essence blood when they took shape, which consequently caused the little brother to be congenitally deficient.

After a session of sighs, Dijiang gave instructions that Pangu Hall was to be temporarily sealed off.