They hated themselves for being born into the wrong race.
They had not become members of the Witch Race.
If they, too, were Witch Race beings,
they could have witnessed the birth of the greatest miracle in the Primordial World alongside the Witch Race!
Pangu Temple, above the Void.
Looking down at the trillions of miles of Witch Race territory surrounding Buzhou Mountain,
the Twelve Ancestral Witches were all utterly shaken and filled with emotion!
They had originally thought that Xiao Ran had established Tiangong Hall on a whim.
The grand ambitions Xiao Ran had spoken of in the past also seemed impossible to achieve.
In the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches,
the people of the Witch Race had always valued martial strength and disliked scheming and contemplation.
Whenever anything happened, they simply relied on their formidable strength to solve it.
Tricks and contraptions like the ones Xiao Ran had described were completely beneath notice!
To the Witch Race, Tiangong Hall was merely an optional institution!
It was precisely because Xiao Ran had rendered great service to the Witch Race,
winning overwhelming victories in both wars against the Demon Race and slaughtering billions of Demon Race beings,
that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had allowed Xiao Ran to fool around.
Even when Xiao Ran wanted to establish Tiangong Hall and draw a million Witch Race elites away,
they had simply turned a blind eye.
They had imagined that one day, once Xiao Ran had had enough of his antics,
he would mend his ways, wave his hand, and take back overall command of the Witch Tribe's armies.
He would continue charging into battle for the Witch Race and slaughtering billions of Demon Race beings.
Only now did the Twelve Ancestral Witches realize how utterly wrong they had been!
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