Facing the Ancestral Witches

After Pangu's will departed, the atmosphere atop Mount Buzhou instantly turned tense. Xuanming put away the armor before her, and her imposing aura erupted at once, pressing down on Nuwa.

She had no intention of easily forgiving Nuwa for taking her place. If not for Nuwa, it would have been Xuanming standing beside Father God just now.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanming, are you planning to spar with me?"

Nuwa was not one to be bullied without fighting back. She unleashed the full might of a Daluo Golden Immortal, firmly suppressing Xuanming.

But the Ancestral Witches had always been united. Since there was going to be a fight, they did not mind joining in together. Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches all stood behind Xuanming, backing her up.

Even when facing so many Ancestral Witches, Nuwa showed no fear. Holding a great tripod suffused with the color of chaos in one hand, she faced them head-on.

Although the tripod had yet to be refined, it would still make a fine weapon for smashing Ancestral Witches. After all, this was the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Creation Tripod, given to her by Father God. She refused to believe the Ancestral Witches' bodies could be tougher than an Innate Supreme Treasure.

Moreover, with the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Creation Tripod, she would soon be able to break through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm through the Law of Creation. Even if she suffered today, she would soon be able to reclaim her dignity.

At this sword-drawn, bow-bent moment, Fuxi hurriedly stepped forward to mediate.

"Fellow Ancestral Witches, this is the summit of Mount Buzhou. Fighting here would be a grave disrespect to Father God."

"Moreover, Father God has only just left. If we start fighting now and Father God finds out, he will surely be