Witch Clan Council, Creation and Destruction

"Big Brother, what do we do now?"

As soon as they returned to the Pangu Temple at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Zhu Rong asked Di Jiang, the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, with a worried tone.

The Witch Clan was now arguably the number one clan in the Primordial Wilderness.

The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans of old had all been crippled during the Dragon Han Calamity.

The other races of the Primordial Wilderness were no match for their Witch Clan either.

Thus, for countless years after the Dragon Han Calamity, the Witch Clan had been in a state of rapid expansion, with no one able to stop their advance.

But after Hongjun's sermon, news unfavorable to the Witch Clan came one after another.

First, countless great powers had broken through in cultivation.

Originally, there weren't many great powers at the late Great Luo Golden Immortal stage in the Primordial Wilderness.

And all twelve of their siblings were at the late Great Luo Golden Immortal stage, with Di Jiang even at the Great Luo Golden Immortal Peak.

Moreover, they all cultivated their physical bodies, making their combat strength stronger than other cultivators!

But now, cultivators at the late Great Luo Golden Immortal stage weren't so valuable anymore.

On top of that, Hongjun would be lecturing on the Quasi-Sage path in ten thousand years.

And they didn't even know how to break through to Quasi-Sage through physical cultivation.

At this rate, the Witch Clan would likely fall behind the other races.

Another thing unfavorable to the Witch Clan was Di Jun's establishment of the Demon Race.

As the number one clan, the Witch Clan naturally didn't want to see another major power rising to rival them in the Primordial Wilderness.

Di Jiang had no good ideas either, so he turned to Zhu Jiuyin and Hou Tu and asked.

"Second Brother, Twelfth Sister, do either of you have any good thoughts?"

Zhu Jiuyin was known in the Witch Clan for his intelligence, while Hou Tu was the calmest and most quick-witted among their siblings.

Zhu Jiuyin thought for a moment.

"I think we must speed up our conquest of the Primordial Wilderness!"

Zhu Rong said urgently, "But now those cultivators are probably stronger than us. How can we conquer them?"

That was exactly what troubled him.

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head, however, and said, "After Hongjun's sermon, they will surely need to digest what they've learned. So at least for a long time to come, the Primordial Wilderness will enter a period of calm. And this calm period is our opportunity!"

As long as they could conquer the entire Primordial Wilderness while the great powers were in seclusion, the Witch Clan's fortune would surely soar.

Perhaps then, their brothers would be able to break through as a result.

Everyone present immediately understood Zhu Jiuyin's meaning, and their eyes lit up.

But someone stepped forward to pour cold water on it.

"No, if we do that, the entire Primordial Wilderness will surely be plunged into misery! The Primordial Wilderness is Father God's life's work. Father God would never want to see you do this."

Hou Tu was the youngest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

She had also absorbed the least Sha Qi, making her more benevolent.

The other Ancestral Witches doted on this little sister, and upon hearing her words, they immediately backed down.

Zhu Rong scratched his head.

"Then, Sister Hou Tu, what do you think we should do?"

Hou Tu bit her lip lightly, clearly torn as well, her mind racing with thoughts.

To be fair, what Brother Zhu Jiuyin proposed was indeed a good plan.

But Hou Tu didn't want it.

Honestly, though, she didn't have any good ideas either.

Their Witch Clan was now stuck in an awkward position.

If things continued like this, the Witch Clan would surely face the risk of extinction.

That was also something Hou Tu didn't want to see.

Hou Tu's heart grew even more troubled.

It was Hou Tu who had originally suggested going to the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the sermon, hoping that a saint's teachings might help the Witch Clan break through in cultivation.

But in the end, they returned empty-handed.

If even a saint couldn't help them, was there anyone in the Primordial Wilderness who could?

Wait! Maybe there actually was one!

Hou Tu suddenly thought of something, and her previously troubled face relaxed.

"Brothers and sisters, I've got it!"

Hou Tu's tone was filled with undisguised excitement.

The others hadn't really placed all their hopes on Hou Tu, but when they suddenly heard her say she had thought of a way, they hurriedly pressed her for what it was.

Hou Tu smiled like a blooming flower and spoke.

"We were truly foolish before, scrambling about in a flurry, even thinking to seek help from Saint Hongjun, but we forgot our brothers and sisters' greatest reliance."

The others were puzzled.

Their Witch Clan's greatest reliance?

What was it?

Zhu Jiuyin was the first to catch on.

"Sister, you mean Father God!?"

Zhu Jiuyin's tone was half excitement, half frustration.

Excited because the idea his sister proposed indeed seemed likely to solve their Witch Clan's current predicament.

Frustrated because, as Hou Tu had said, he truly had been foolish.

How had he not thought of something as simple as seeking help from Father God?

Hou Tu smiled and nodded.

The others suddenly understood.

Right!

If seeking help from a saint couldn't solve it, then seek help from Father God! Father God could definitely solve it!

In everyone's hearts, Pangu was an omnipotent existence.

Making them break through to Quasi-Sage was merely a trivial matter.

Thus, in Pangu Temple, the twelve Ancestral Witches knelt down together.

"Father God above, we, the twelve Ancestral Witches, pay our respects! Now that our Witch Clan's future is uncertain, we beg Father God to show us a clear path!"

Before the twelve Ancestral Witches stood a massive Pangu Statue.

This Pangu Statue was not something they had forged themselves; it had existed ever since they were born from the Blood Pool.

The twelve Ancestral Witches had always believed that Pangu did not die in the Heaven-Opening Calamity. Pangu left them Pangu Temple and this statue in the hope that their Witch Clan would inherit his will and flourish in the Primordial Wilderness!

With resolute expressions, the twelve bowed to the Pangu Statue.

And indeed, it did not disappoint them!

The Pangu Statue quickly responded.

Two beams of light shot from the statue's eyes, shining upon the twelve Ancestral Witches.

Then the twelve Ancestral Witches excitedly discovered that a new inheritance had appeared in their Sea of Consciousness...

Within the Blood Sea.

Styx sat in his natal palace, Styx Palace.

Before him floated two Law Leaves.

Both Law Leaves radiated dazzling light, forming a mysterious connection with Styx.

It was as if Styx was constantly absorbing the power of the Law Leaves.

Styx fell into an enigmatic state.

He felt as if he had entered a dream.

Or as if he had arrived at an extremely strange place.

Here, two paths appeared before him.

One path led left.

The other led right.

Both paths stretched far into the distance, and Styx could not see what lay ahead.

Styx stood at the fork, unable to choose.

"So in the end, I have to pick one of the two Law Leaves?"

Once he chose, he would decide his future path to enlightenment.

Styx tentatively stepped left with one foot.

A scene immediately appeared on the path.

There were humans, demons, immortals, witches...

And mountains, water, trees, clouds...

All things formed a harmonious picture within it.

Styx withdrew his foot, then tentatively stepped right.

Another scene appeared.

Just now it was the myriad things of creation, but now it has become ten thousand kalpas of ruin!

Styx saw with his own eyes that the scene which had been on the left path had now appeared on the right.

But unlike the harmony beside it, on the right path, the myriad things were destroyed, a scene of utter devastation.

Styx understood in his heart that these two laws were creation and destruction, respectively.

Then, Styx made a decision—one that would cause both paths to collapse.