Dijiang's Surprise, Revenge with a Formation?

Di Jun looked serious, then suddenly realized the problem seemed rather serious. The Ancestral Witch could summon Pangu; who could withstand that?

Although it was just a phantom, its power was unparalleled.

Upon hearing this, Tai Yi fell silent for a moment, his face showing deep thought.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao smiled and casually said, "It's simple, just don't give them a chance to set up the formation, right?"

This isn't a movie shoot; the villains are just patiently waiting for the protagonist to grow stronger.

No matter how powerful the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation is, it's all for naught if you can't use it.

"That's right! Third Brother's words make sense. How come I didn't think of that?" Di Jun's eyes lit up, and he suddenly understood.

"Alright, let's go back first," Ling Xiao said with a smile, carrying a large pile of treasures that he was waiting to digest back home.

"Alright! I'm going back to my secluded cultivation now." Di Jun nodded, his expression solemn.

"This trip has been quite enlightening. My Dao heart is soaring, making it perfect for cultivation. I must seize this momentum and leap into the realm of... the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal!"

He originally intended to say he had entered the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, but ultimately changed his words to make things easier for his next exit from seclusion.

"I agree, reaching the peak of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal is quite reliable!" Tai Yi echoed, expressing his approval.

Ling Xiao, Di Jun, Tai Yi returned to the Sun Star. This trip was incredibly profitable; they were rolling in money.

Ling Xiao, in particular, was extremely satisfied with this trip; the treasures in the Dragon Clan Treasury were far superior to those on the Three Immortal Islands.

This was an unexpected delight; he hadn't even considered the Dragon Clan, never imagining they would deliver themselves to his doorstep.

Ling Xiao planned to share some of the Dragon Clan's treasures with Di Jun and Tai Yi, but they refused. Helpless, he could only store them in the Chaos Bead to Heaven-Swallowing Gourd, keeping only a small portion that he felt was useful.

Without saying a word, Di Jun and Tai Yi entered another long period of seclusion. Ling Xiao also stayed quietly in the palace, refining treasures and trying to break through to the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.

The Chaos Bead has already refined more than two thousand restrictions, and it will become increasingly difficult as it progresses. According to Ling Xiao's judgment, it is highly likely that he will only be able to completely refine the Chaos Bead when he reaches the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.

"Good things come to those who wait. My treasures and cultivation are progressing in tandem. This time, I hope no one will disturb me, allowing me to break through to the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal in peace..."

Ling Xiao thought to himself, and gradually fell into a meditative state.

Meanwhile, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, and other Ancestral Witch fled back to the Pangu Temple as if they wished their parents had given them two more legs.

Qiangliang dragged Zhurong along, running at the very front. Not long ago, during the battle, he had huddled at the very back, but now he was at the forefront of the run. He maintained a perfect sense of distance, one in front and one behind.

It wasn't that he chickened out; rather, he had a premonition before the battle that it wouldn't be an advantageous fight.

Knowing that persuading his brothers was useless, he could only take matters into his own hands, cut his losses in time, preserve his body intact, and then drag his brothers away afterward, just like what happened now.

He was well-preserved and full of energy; even carrying Zhurong mythical fire-carrying deity), he could still run at the forefront—that was foresight.

Qiangliang didn't feel anything was wrong; on the contrary, he felt a sense of superiority over all the Ancestral Witch.

Nothing more.

Gonggong, Jumang, Xizi, Zhu Jiuyin, who were also brutally beaten by the Golden Crow, did not have this awareness.

Putting aside strength, at least in terms of "wisdom," Qiang Qiangliang has already surpassed the realm of the Ancestral Witch.

"Bang!"

Qiangliang threw Zhurong, which was on his shoulder, into the main hall, which immediately startled Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witch.

What's going on?

Why does this feel so familiar?

He was perfectly fine when he left, so how did he end up lying down?

"What happened? Who beat you up like this?"

Dijiang strode over, angrily demanding an explanation. Besides the horizontally positioned Zhurong, Gonggong, Jumang, Shebishi, and other Ancestral Witch were also injured, to varying degrees.

The most outrageous one is the Duke of the East being carried by Zhu Jiuyin. At this time, he only has half a body; the other half has disappeared into thin air.

"Duke of the East, this is all your doing! Explain it to your elder brother!"

Zhu Jiuyin threw Duke of the East out as if he were trash. If he hadn't wanted to bring him back to be punished, he wouldn't have bothered with him in the first place and would have just let Golden Crow kill him.

If it weren't for that fool, Duke of the East, instigating the takeover of the Three Immortal Islands, they wouldn't have been caught by the Golden Crow and nearly killed.

"What's going on?" Dijiang looked at Duke of the East with a stern gaze and questioned him.

Xiao Wang has actually been behaving quite well lately, so how did things turn out like this?

The Duke of the East, half-floating, explained with a pained expression.

"Dijiang, please calm down and let me explain. Here's what happened: I originally intended to land on the Three Immortal Islands and use that opportunity to conquer the East Sea. Was there anything wrong with that decision?"

"But the problem is, we just happened to run into the Golden Crow, and then..."

"Everything I, the Duke of the East, have done is for the sake of the Witch Clan."

"Even with our combined efforts, we were still no match for the Golden Crow and were defeated!"

The Duke of the East argued that he had explained everything from beginning to end, and that his arguments were reasonable and well-founded.

Even he hadn't expected that the Golden Crow would happen to be on the island.

He almost lost his life because of it.

"Golden Crow? You've encountered the Golden Crow? No wonder you were defeated. Even the six Ancestral Witch were no match for Ling Xiao in the past. Now, seven against three, plus you, the Duke of the East, are practically nonexistent. It would be strange if you could win!"

Dijiang was initially startled, but then calmed down. He wasn't too surprised; six against one was no match for them before, so it was perfectly normal for them to be defeated.

It would be a miracle if they could win.

Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witch were filled with shame. Had things really come to this?

Their eldest brother actually thought it was normal that they lost.

I'm used to it!

"Brother! Although I feel embarrassed, I still have to explain. This time, even without Ling Xiao, Di Jun and Tai Yi alone defeated us!" Zhu Jiuyin explained with a cold and arrogant expression, his words and expression not quite matching.

"What? Even without Ling Xiao, you still can't defeat Di Jun and Tai Yi?"

Dijiang was shocked and incredulous, seemingly wondering if they were playing a trick on him.

It's understandable that he couldn't defeat Ling Xiao, but how come he can't even defeat Di Jun and Tai Yi now?

Based on this calculation, even if the Three Crows combined with the Twelve Ancestral Witches were used, they probably wouldn't be enough to fight them!

Zhu Jiuyin, Gonggong, and other Ancestral Witch were deeply ashamed; this was the second time this had happened.

It's understandable to fail the first time; you can make excuses, like it was too cold, the ground was too slippery, the water was too cold, or you weren't prepared.

But the second defeat was a genuine matter of ability, and there was no room for excuses.

"Big brother! Set up the Twelve Divine Gods and Demons Formation to help us avenge ourselves!"

Just then, a faint, intermittent voice broke the awkward silence.

Zhurong spoke, raising his hand with difficulty, saying that he had been so angry that he had woken up, and the resentment in his heart had temporarily brought him back to his senses.