"Big Brother, what should we do now?"
As soon as they returned to Pangu Temple at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Zhu Rong anxiously asked Di Jiang, the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The Witch Clan could now be called the foremost clan in the Primordial Wilderness.
The once-mighty Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin Clans had all been crippled in the Dragon Han Calamity.
None of the other clans in the Primordial Wilderness could possibly stand against the Witch Clan.
Thus, for countless years after the Dragon Han Calamity, the Witch Clan had been expanding aggressively, with no one able to halt their advance.
However, after Hongjun's First Lecture, unfavorable news for the Witch Clan came one after another.
First, countless great powers had broken through in cultivation.
Originally, there had not been many great powers at the late stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal in the Primordial Wilderness.
Yet all twelve siblings were at the late stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal, and Di Jiang had even reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal Peak.
Moreover, they cultivated their physical bodies, making them stronger in battle than other cultivators!
But now, late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivators were no longer so rare.
On top of that, Hongjun would speak on the Dao of Quasi-Sages ten thousand years later.
Yet the siblings did not even know how to use their physical bodies to break through to Quasi-Sage.
If this continued, the Witch Clan would likely be left behind by the other clans.
Another matter unfriendly to the Witch Clan was Di Jun's establishment of the Demon Clan.
As the foremost clan, the Witch Clan likewise did not wish to see another major force in the Primordial Wilderness standing shoulder to shoulder with them.
Di Jiang had no good ideas either, so he turned to Zhu Jiuyin and Hou Tu.
"Second Brother, Twelfth Sister, do either of you have any good ideas?"
Zhu Jiuyin was famously intelligent within the Witch Clan, while Hou Tu was the calmest and most quick-witted among the siblings.
Zhu Jiuyin thought for a moment.
"I think we must accelerate our conquest of the Primordial Wilderness!"
Zhu Rong said anxiously, "But those cultivators will likely surpass us in cultivation now. How can we conquer them?"
This was precisely what troubled him.
Yet Zhu Jiuyin shook his head. "After hearing Hongjun's lecture, they will inevitably need to digest what they gained from it. So, for at least a long period ahead, the Primordial Wilderness will enter a peaceful phase. That peaceful phase will be our opportunity!"
As long as they could conquer the entire Primordial Wilderness while its great powers were in secluded cultivation, the Witch Clan's fortune would surely soar.
Perhaps then, the siblings could break through along with the momentum.
Everyone present immediately understood Zhu Jiuyin's meaning, and their eyes lit up.
But someone poured cold water on the idea.
"No. If we do that, the entire Primordial Wilderness will certainly be plunged into misery! The Primordial Wilderness is Father God's painstaking creation. Father God would never wish to see you do this."
Hou Tu was the last of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to be born.
At the same time, because she had absorbed the least baleful aura, she was comparatively kind-hearted.
The other Ancestral Witches all doted on their little sister. Hearing her words, they immediately cooled their tempers.
Zhu Rong scratched his head.
"Then, Sister Hou Tu, what do you think we should do?"
Hou Tu lightly bit her lip. She was clearly conflicted as well, with countless thoughts racing through her mind.
To be fair, Brother Zhu Jiuyin's proposal truly was a good solution.
Hou Tu simply did not want to do it.
But honestly, she did not have any good ideas herself.
The Witch Clan had indeed fallen into an awkward situation.
If this continued, the Witch Clan would certainly face the risk of extinction.
That was something Hou Tu did not wish to see either.
Hou Tu's thoughts grew even more chaotic.
It had originally been Hou Tu who proposed going to Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao, hoping to see whether a Sage's lecture could help the Witch Clan break through in cultivation.
But in the end, they had returned empty-handed.
Even a Sage could not help them. Was there anyone in the Primordial Wilderness who could?
Wait! There might truly be someone!
Hou Tu suddenly thought of something, and the deep conflict on her delicate face eased.
"Brothers and sisters, I've got it!"
There was unconcealed excitement in Hou Tu's voice.
The others had not truly placed all their hopes on Hou Tu, but when they suddenly heard that she had thought of a solution, they hurriedly began asking what it was.
Hou Tu smiled brightly and said,
"We were truly foolish before. We ran around in confusion and even thought of seeking help from Sage Hongjun, yet we forgot the greatest support of us siblings."
Everyone was puzzled.
The Witch Clan's greatest support?
What was it?
Zhu Jiuyin was still the first to react.
"Little Sister, you mean Father God!?"
Zhu Jiuyin's tone was half excitement and half annoyance.
He was excited because the idea his little sister had raised really might solve the Witch Clan's current predicament.
He was annoyed because, just as Sister Hou Tu had said, he truly had been foolish.
How had he failed to think of something as simple as seeking Father God's help?
Hou Tu smiled and nodded.
Everyone suddenly understood.
That was right!
If a Sage could not solve it, then they would ask Father God! Father God could certainly solve it!
In everyone's hearts, Pangu was an omnipotent existence.
Helping them break through to Quasi-Sage would be nothing more than a trivial matter.
Thus, inside Pangu Temple, the twelve Ancestral Witches all knelt down.
"Father God above, we Twelve Ancestral Witches pay our respects! The future of our Witch Clan is uncertain. We beg Father God to point out a clear path for us!"
Before the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood a massive Pangu Statue.
This Pangu Statue had not been forged by them. It had already existed when they were born from the Blood Pool.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had always believed that Pangu had not died in the Heaven-Opening Calamity. Pangu had left them Pangu Temple and this statue in the hope that the Witch Clan could inherit his will and carry it forward throughout the Primordial Wilderness!
Determination filled the faces of all twelve as they bowed toward the Pangu Statue.
Sure enough, it did not disappoint them!
The Pangu Statue swiftly responded.
Two beams of brilliant light shot from the Pangu Statue's eyes and shone upon the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Then, to their excitement, the Twelve Ancestral Witches discovered an additional inheritance within their sea of consciousness...
Within the Blood Sea.
Styx sat cross-legged in his accompanying palace, Styx Palace.
Two Law Leaves floated before him.
Both Law Leaves emitted dazzling light and formed a wondrous connection with Styx.
It was as though Styx were continuously absorbing the power of the Law Leaves.
Styx had entered an indescribably profound state.
He felt as though he had fallen into a dream.
Yet he also felt that he had arrived somewhere utterly strange.
Here, two paths appeared before him.
One path led left.
The other led right.
Both paths stretched an immense distance away, and Styx could not see what lay ahead.
Styx stood at the fork, unable to make a choice.
"So in the end, I still have to choose one of the two Law Leaves?"
Once he chose one, he would determine the direction of his future pursuit of the Dao.
Styx tentatively stepped toward the left.
A scene immediately appeared on the path.
There were humans, demons, immortals, and witches...
There were also mountains, waters, trees, and clouds...
All things formed a harmonious scene within it.
Styx withdrew his foot, then tentatively stepped to the right.
Another scene appeared.
The left path had shown all things, but now everything had become doomed to eternal ruin!
Styx saw with his own eyes that the scene from the left path had appeared on the right as well.
Yet unlike the harmonious scene beside it, everything in the scene on the right had been destroyed, leaving behind utter devastation.
Styx understood. These two laws were creation and destruction.
Then Styx made a decision—a decision that caused both paths to collapse.
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