Jieyin's Way, the Already-Impoverished West...
The West world is radiant everywhere, as boundless faith converges and spreads across the land!
Auspicious vapors rose, and rays of light shone everywhere. Boundless faith surged and raged, more vast than the ocean, sweeping across the West world, reaching every corner.
Such auspicious omens are extremely rare throughout history and are hard to find anywhere in the world.
The powerful beings watching this were all shocked; they hadn't expected that the guide had this Jieyin up his sleeve.
With the power of faith Jieyin upon him, his magical power greatly increased, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.
He sits serenely on Mount Sumeru, his Dharma body illuminating the universe. No matter how far away the beings of the West world are, they can see an immeasurably majestic figure sitting cross-legged at the ends of the earth.
"Boom!"
Jieyin a mudra, and his seated body suddenly rose up, radiating overwhelming power, leaving Zhun Ti was standing to the side, dumbfounded.
He charged at the Ancestral Witch with boundless faith, his momentum overwhelming and his magic boundless.
At this moment, the entire world trembled and boiled over. Zhu Jiuyin, Qiangliang, Gonggong, and others changed their expressions slightly and went all out!
The battle instantly reached its climax, the void shattered, and endless Destruction power permeated the West world, causing even the galaxies to tremble and dim.
"Jieyin is truly remarkable; it seems he has forged his own path!" exclaimed a powerful figure who was observing the battle.
At this moment, Jieyin strong. Facing six Ancestral Witch, he was not at a disadvantage and the battle was evenly matched.
"Although the West is barren, when united, it is still terrifying. Even the Ancestral Witch probably didn't expect that Jieyin would have this Jieyin sleeve!"
" Of the Dao Ancestor's six disciples, apart from Zhun Ti, none were simple. There was a reason for accepting them as disciples."
Upon witnessing this scene at Mount Yujing, Yuanshi Tianzun could no longer remain seated.
Seeing Jieyin grow stronger is even more painful than seeing himself become weaker!
Even though he was arrogant and looked down on the Western Duo, at this moment he had to admit that Jieyin was stronger than him.
"Jieyin gathering the power of faith and forging your own path, you will likely have to establish your own sect. However, this path is not very feasible in the East!" Laozi Tzu said calmly.
The cultivation methods Jieyin now are quite different from theirs, showing signs of establishing a new sect. If this continues, they have the potential to become Dao Ancestors.
"Junior brother, did you see that? I've said it again and again, never underestimate the powerful beings in this world!"
Laozi looked at Yuanshi and Tongtian, and said solemnly, with a hint of admonition.
Yuanshi nodded, calming his somewhat disordered Dao mind.
Tongtian, however, was puzzled. "When did Senior Brother say that?"
He couldn't quite remember!
Pangu Temple.
Dijiang rose from his throne, raised his hand, and used spatial power to open a passage.
"Zhu Jiuyin and the others are facing obstacles. Who wants to go and provide support?"
He was somewhat speechless, his words revealing his dissatisfaction. It was understandable that the Three Immortal Islands couldn't defeat the Golden Crow.
Now that their attack on Mount Sumeru has failed, he deeply suspects that there might be something wrong with his brothers Zhu Jiuyin.
"Let me go." Xuanming's face was cold, and a murderous intent surged between his brows.
"Rushou, Tian Wu, together you will flatten Mount Sumeru!"
Dijiang nodded, his words revealing an endless murderous intent.
"Yes, brother!"
Immediately, the three Ancestral Witch set off for the West battlefield.
Only Houtu, Dijiang, and Zhurong, who was fishing in the Blood Pool, remained in the Pangu Temple.
Houtu was the most beloved younger sister of all the Ancestral Witch. Under normal circumstances, she would not be sent to the battlefield unless she asked for it herself.
Unless there are special circumstances.
Houtu watched the Three Ancestors Xuanming Ancestral Witches leave, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Brother, isn't this a bit too much?"
She was somewhat worried, feeling that something bad would happen if things continued like this.
"What's wrong with that?"
Dijiang turned around, looked at his sister, and said nonchalantly, "Heaven and earth are all manifestations of the Father God. Our Witch Clan are descendants of the Father God. What's wrong with that?"
He said matter-of-factly that he might have had a slight doubt before, but since the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation came into existence, he has become absolutely convinced.
Even the phantom of the Father God has come out to fight for their Witch Clan, so what is there to doubt?
If we don't unify the Primordial World, we'll be letting down our Father God!
"But we are not the only ones in the Primordial World; there are also Sage above us."
"What should we do if we anger the Sage?"
Houtu frowned and said that she had listened to the Dao at the Purple Heaven Palace and her perspective was broader than that of the other Ancestral Witch.
Yin and Yang are in harmony between heaven and earth. As the saying goes, when Yin is at its peak and Yang is at its decline, things will inevitably reverse. She felt that the current actions of the Witch Clan were about to reach the point of reversal.
Although she was also a member of the Witch Clan and shouldn't have had such thoughts, she had no choice but to speak out now.
"That is precisely why we must unify the Primordial World. Only in this way can our own Witch Clan be Sage."
"The Fate of the Witch Clan can only be controlled by themselves!" Dijiang Balie said, without the slightest thought of backing down.
They were not spineless like the Three Pure Ones, who submitted to the Dao Ancestor and became his disciples, showing no regard for the dignity of Father God Pangu.
They, the Witch Clan, will surely carve out their own destiny with their own fists.
Houtu fell silent, knowing she couldn't persuade Dijiang. Although he was the beloved younger sister of all the Ancestral Witch, they wouldn't listen to her on such an important matter.
She could only pray in her heart that her ominous premonition was just her overthinking things.
At Mount Sumeru, a tremendous battle raged. Jieyin and Zhun Ti Jieyin and actually suppressed the six Ancestral Witch, gaining the upper hand.
Duke of the East was eager to try, but symbolically observed from the sidelines. Half of his body was missing and had not yet grown back. He was restricted by some unknown force, which greatly reduced his strength, so he dared not attack recklessly.
This battle lasted a long time.
One day, during a battle, Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions changed drastically. They suddenly sensed three powerful auras descending upon Mount Sumeru, filled with a bloodthirsty aura.
The three Ancestral Witch, Xuanming, Rushou, Tian Wu, who were there to reinforce the area, arrived.
"Hmph! I despise you. Six against two and you call that help?" Zhun Ti shouted, trying to morally suppress the Ancestral Witch.
Unfortunately, the Ancestral Witch didn't buy into that.
"Die! Anyone who tries to stop my Witch Clan will be destroyed!" Xuanming arrived and made a powerful move, his massive hand reaching out to grab Mount Sumeru.
Her combat prowess was unparalleled, and the moment she made her move, Jieyin and Zhun Ti sensed something was amiss.
Xuanming's arrival instantly turned the tide of the battle.
"Boom!"
Under the attack of the Ancestral Witch, Jieyin and Zhunti and Zhunti's Dharma bodies shattered and flew away for hundreds of millions of miles.
Xuanming's massive hand was incredibly powerful, shattering the vast sky, and it grabbed the roots of the Bodhi Tree on Mount Sumeru, uprooting it forcefully.
Then he clasped his hands together and crushed it.
Upon seeing this scene, Jieyin and Zhunti were Jieyin and Zhunti, their eyes instantly turning bloodshot, their anger reaching its peak.
The already impoverished West became even more impoverished.
"Ah! My tree!" Zhun Ti roared.