All Eyes Turned to Them: Innate Divine Ability
The Twelve Ancestral Witches descended with overwhelming force, very suddenly, almost without warning.
Dijiang created an independent space and brought over a group of Ancestral Witch. Behind them were a group of Great Witch and a densely packed number of clansmen.
The number wasn't large; it was just for show, to give the Ancestral Witch encouragement when the fighting started.
In addition, there was also the Duke of the East, who was dragging most of his body.
This is a magnificent scene, where the Twelve Ancestral Witches have gathered together, causing many terrifying phenomena.
Black lightning intertwined, and a sky full of malevolent energy dripped blood rain, swirling and surging.
Baize's expression was solemn. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were unapproachable, their figures like pillars of heaven, exuding a strong sense of oppression and giving people a feeling of helplessness and despair.
"You've finally come..." Baize breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly.
"You must not die! You cannot die! The sons of my Witch Clan have died by your hand; this revenge can only be taken by us ourselves!"
Rushou laughed angrily, his eyes revealing a chilling killing intent.
"You're not stupid. You know you've caused a huge disaster and there's no way to escape, so you came here seeking refuge, even willing to risk your life to summon the Golden Crow."
Ask yourself honestly, is your life worth anything?
Zhurong continued, his face full of disdain, looking down at Baize with an extremely arrogant attitude. He was like a blazing sun next to the Sun Star, no different from a small sun.
"Whether it's worth it or not is another matter. Do you think the Golden Crow dares to come out? Daring to oppose my Witch Clan means certain death. No matter who you invite, it will be useless!"
Seeing that the Sun Star remained silent, Zhurong raised his voice, full of confidence, and became even more certain that the Golden Crow was afraid of them and dared not come out to court death.
His words were unvarnished, almost shaking heaven and earth, spreading throughout the Four Seas Eight Desolations, reaching every corner of the world.
At this moment, the world was shocked. The Twelve Ancestral Witches surrounded the Sun Star with overwhelming force, and a terrifying aura reverberated there, shattering countless dimensions of time and space.
"Are the Twelve Ancestral Witches finally going to make a move against the Sun Star?" An astonishing aura emanated from the immortal cave in the sea, making the Witch Clan's actions clear.
Although they were questioning Baize, even a fool would know that a mere Demon God wouldn't warrant the mobilization of all Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"Baize's plan backfired. Although he wanted to use a sacrifice to bring Ling Xiao out of the world and resist the overwhelming power of the Witch Clan."
"Unexpectedly, the Witch Clan also had no intention of letting the Three Crows of the Sun Star go, after all, their grudges were only slightly less than those against the Three Pure Ones."
"They've truly been pushed to the brink, their minds are clouded. Now, with no Sage emerging from the Witch Clan, who else can restrain them?"
"No matter how powerful the Three Crows of the Sun Star are, unless they become saints, they have absolutely no chance of winning against the Twelve Ancestral Witches."
The powerful figures who had been defeated by the Witch Clan thought so. In fact, they also wanted to dampen the Witch Clan's spirit, but the problem was that this idea was too far-fetched and almost impossible.
The only hope now is that the Dao Ancestor will reappear and restore order to the Primordial World.
At Mount Yujing, the Three Pure Ones naturally learned of the Ancestral Witch's actions. For some reason, they suddenly felt a strange sense of comfort and couldn't help but smile.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Crows are their enemies, yet now they seem poised to engage in a major battle.
It's not that they're gloating; it's just that just thinking about it is incredibly exciting.
"Let's fight. It would be best if we both suffered heavy losses and perished," Yuanshi said with a cold laugh, his brows furrowed in arrogance.
This is the best outcome, and it's most advantageous for them.
For tens of thousands of years, the Witch Clan has expanded rapidly, almost swallowing up the entire Primordial World.
If it weren't for the fact that Mount Yujing was once the Dao Ancestor's place of practice, giving them some pause, the Witch Clan would never have let it go.
This inevitably causes concern and a sense of crisis, because the Ancestral Witch are becoming stronger too quickly.
"Second brother, I'm afraid it won't be as you wish. With the current cultivation levels of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, how can the Three Crows possibly fight them to a draw?"
"Even without using formations, it's impossible for the Three Crows to mutually injure the Twelve Ancestral Witches."
Laozi stroked his white beard and said calmly.
"Indeed, it was just wishful thinking on my part. Let them be. Once I become Sage, no matter how strong the Twelve Ancestral Witches are, it will be of no use."
Yuanshi regained his composure, his eyes flashing with an astonishing light—sharp and arrogant.
He was wrong; he shouldn't have hoped for a mutually destructive outcome in order to achieve victory.
The Three Pure Ones are the true Pangu Orthodox Lineage, so they are incredibly transcendent. When facing an opponent, they naturally use absolute power to crush them.
In that instant, Yuanshi inexplicably regained his confidence.
He wants to become a saint and rule over everything.
In other places, hidden in secret corners, Jieyin and Zhunti were watching all of this with extreme excitement.
Their ideas were somewhat similar to those of the Three Pure Ones, because they shared a common enemy: whether it was the Twelve Ancestral Witches or the Three Crows, they had an irreconcilable hatred for them.
This inevitable battle, no matter who gets killed or maimed, is a great thing for them.
"I even had a fleeting thought of letting the Three Crows win and kill the Twelve Ancestral Witches."
Zhun Ti said to his senior brother, "The Ancestral Witch stole their Mount Sumeru and destroyed their Bodhi Tree. This enmity even surpasses that of the Three Crows."
It's perfectly normal to have this kind of thought.
"Junior brother, don't be delusional. The Twelve Ancestral Witches have the Pangu Formation, which is a safety net. The situation you described is impossible."
Jieyin chuckled. Although he also wanted the Twelve Ancestral Witches to die, he wouldn't have such an outrageous idea.
In the Primordial World, almost all the great supernatural beings were paying attention to the aura emanating from the Sun Star. It was too terrifying; even before any action was taken, it already felt like the end of the world.
Even though they were separated by endless time and space, they still felt a tremor in their hearts.
No battle took place; the invisible pressure was almost suffocating them.
Throughout countless millennia, aside from the decisive battle against the demon race, when have the Twelve Ancestral Witches ever acted together?
The Sun Star.
Ling Xiao sat quietly cross-legged, looking at the choices before him.
[Baize has been detected offering his life as a pledge of allegiance, requesting the host to join the demon race and disrupt the dominance of the Witch Clan. Please make the following choice.]
[Option 1: Be born immediately, confront the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and be rewarded with supernatural powers, Innate Five-Colored Divine Light.]
[Option Two: Remain cautious and ignore the situation; reward: one strand of Primordial Violet Qi.]
"Five-Colored Divine Light..." Ling Xiao looked at the choice, his face showing deep thought.
Baize's arrival surprised him somewhat, and what he didn't expect was that Baize would actually sacrifice his own life to ask him to protect the demon race.
Putting everything else aside, such integrity is truly admirable.
With his divine eyes piercing through all obstacles, Ling Xiao clearly saw that the Ancestral Witch standing outside the Sun Star were like twelve pillars of heaven, exuding Eternal and indestructible aura, their power and prestige overwhelming.
At this point, the two choices offered by the system are no longer so important.
They've already come knocking on our door, what difference does it make whether we're born or not?