The Witch Clan's Plan, Gathering at Mount Buzhou

"Big Brother is right. The Primordial World was opened by Father God himself. As his direct descendants, we enjoy his blessings and fortune; achieving sainthood through our physical bodies is merely a matter of time."

Ancestral Witch Zhurong spoke, his tone arrogant and indifferent.

Hearing this, Houtu shook her head gently and said, "It is not so simple. During my trip to Purple Cloud Palace, I saw many powerful beings. If nothing else, consider the Three Pure Ones, who claim to be the authentic successors of Pangu just as we do."

"They possess great fortune and cannot be underestimated. Their strength is already no less than mine, and in time, they may even threaten the destiny of our Witch Clan."

She spoke solemnly; her trip to Purple Cloud Palace had not been without its insights.

"Little Sister, I think you are overthinking it. Those three fellows who only inherited Father God's Primordial Spirit—how could they possibly deserve the title of Pangu's authentic successors?"

"Do not forget, Father God's greatest strength was his physical body. What is a Primordial Spirit worth?"

Gonggong laughed, his tone filled with disdain.

Houtu fell silent and did not refute him; after all, this was merely her intuition.

Although the Three Pure Ones were not weak, there were only three of them, while she and her brothers and sisters numbered twelve!

Perhaps she was indeed overthinking it.

At this moment, Xuanming, who was close to Houtu, pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Actually, what our sister says is not wrong. Although we siblings are blessed by Father God, we must not let our guard down."

"The most urgent task is to strengthen our power to prepare for any eventuality."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Ancestral Witches shifted, feeling that Xuanming's words held merit.

"With the Dragon Phoenix Qilin tribes fallen, this world should be ruled by our Witch Clan; otherwise, we would be failing the heaven that Father God opened."

Thunder Ancestral Witch Qiangliang was extremely forceful, his voice echoing through the great hall like a thunderclap.

"Well said. Over these years, the strength of our Witch Clan has accumulated sufficiently. It is time to rule the entire Primordial World."

Zhu Jiuyin spoke faintly; though his voice was calm, it was incomparably domineering.

The silent Ancestral Witches nodded in agreement. Even the Dragon Phoenix Qilin tribes had once ruled the world.

As the authentic successors of Pangu, did they not have the qualifications to rule the world as well?

Dijiang, the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, swept his sharp gaze across the room and asked in a deep voice.

"Is this what you all think?"

The Ancestral Witches looked at one another; they did not speak, but they all nodded heavily.

Dijiang understood their intent. After a brief silence, he spoke slowly.

"You are all correct. The time has come. Currently, our Witch Clan has no rivals. Perhaps this is the grace of Father God, allowing the Witch Clan to be so prosperous and powerful."

"Since that is the case, we must not fail Father God's grace. Unifying the Primordial World is the best way to repay Him."

Upon hearing this, the blood of the Ancestral Witches boiled, as if they were responding to these words.

Perhaps this was the guidance of Father God from the void.

"Starting today, we shall expand rapidly and seize territory until we occupy the entire Primordial World."

Dijiang stood up and announced loudly.

The Ancestral Witches expressed their agreement, save for Houtu, who hesitated before finally interjecting.

"Big Brother, if we do this, will it not incite the dissatisfaction of other beings and cause them to unite against us?"

She spoke with concern, which only drew laughter from the other Ancestral Witches.

"Little Sister, you think too much. Those fur-clad and horn-bearing creatures are chaotic and disorganized. Who could possibly unite them? Even if they did, they would be nothing but a rabble, never our match."

Zhurong sneered, as if he had heard a grand joke.

Their Witch Clan shared the same roots and origin, naturally acting as one.

But those fur-clad and horned beings were a mess of everything; out of ten thousand, eight thousand would be different.

How could they ever unite?

"Zhurong is right. Little Sister, your worries are entirely superfluous." This time, even Xuanming did not side with Houtu.

In her view, Houtu was simply overthinking things, perhaps even showing cowardice.

She had learned nothing on her trip but how to be timid.

That was not the style of their Witch Clan.

"Perhaps I am overthinking it," Houtu whispered, feeling she was in the wrong and lacking conviction.

"Very well. Since there are no objections, return to your respective tribes and prepare for the campaign."

Dijiang waved his hand and declared.

Immediately, the Twelve Ancestral Witches returned to their tribes. The entire Witch Clan stirred; these warriors were born for battle and had long been unable to restrain themselves.

Led by the Great Witches of each tribe, they began to push outward, fighting for territory and seizing resources.

Because the Witch Clan possessed Sha Qi and could not absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they all required food—except for the Ancestral Witches. Thus, the Demon Race became the best rations for the Witch Clan, at least until the birth of humanity.

The Witch Clan's expansion and aggression naturally met with fierce resistance, leading to constant warfare that left the land littered with severed limbs and soaked in rivers of blood. Gradually, a thin shroud of Sha Qi began to settle over the Primordial World.

At the same time.

Clouds and winds gathered at Mount Buzhou as numerous great beings waited in silence for the treasure to manifest.

"Hum!"

Suddenly, a beam of light shot straight into the heavens, accompanied by an astonishing aura.

The brilliant radiance illuminated the universe, casting a golden glow over the mountain as if it were a world of gold.

A Gourd Vine breathed out seven-colored spiritual rain, manifesting out of thin air and constantly shifting, its form changing in an instant while radiating powerful fluctuations in every direction.

"It has finally emerged."

Laozi stroked his beard and smiled, a flash of joy appearing in the corners of his eyes.

The three brothers had only just returned when they felt a stirring in their hearts, knowing that a destined opportunity awaited them here.

Now that the treasure had appeared, judging by this aura, it was undoubtedly an extraordinary Innate Spiritual Treasure.

"Haha, this item seems to have an affinity with our West."

From another direction, Jieyin and Zhun Ti clapped their hands and laughed. They had not rushed back to the West after returning from Purple Cloud Palace, and they never expected to encounter the birth of a treasure—if this wasn't fate, what was?

It seemed this treasure even wanted to follow them back to the West!

Nuwa, Fuxi, Red Cloud, and the other great beings all revealed expressions of joy. They could clearly see seven iridescent gourds hanging from the Gourd Vine.

With seven gourds, surely at least one of them would belong to them?

At this moment.

In a corner of Mount Buzhou, two golden figures were peeking out, eager to make a move.

"Big Brother, is the treasure you sensed over there?"

"That's right. I have a feeling that this treasure is very important to me." Di Jun nodded heavily.

Fate is a strange thing; in the Primordial World, if a treasure is meant for you, you can sense it even from the ends of the earth, but if it is not, you might miss it even if it is right before your eyes.

Di Jun and Tai Yi had been traveling the Primordial World for a thousand years, and they had arrived at Mount Buzhou without realizing it, all because Di Jun felt that a treasure here shared a destiny with him.

"Very well. I will hold them off in a moment, and you grab it and run."

Tai Yi said in a low voice.