An Enlightenment on the Dao: The Ancestral Witches as His Whetstones
Ling Xiao thought to himself, " With the Ancestral Witch coming to our door, a battle is inevitable. So no matter what choice we make, there will only be one outcome."
Think of this.
"System, I choose option one!"
Ling Xiao didn't hesitate and made his choice immediately. The Five-Colored Divine Light was quite appealing to him.
The second choice, Primordial Violet Qi, even made Ling Xiao somewhat doubtful whether this thing was the opportunity he had recently felt to achieve the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
The Primordial Violet Qi is said to be the foundation for achieving sainthood.
"However... I, Ling Xiao, will use my immense power to break through all barriers and reach the Primordial Origin of Chaos!"
At that moment, Ling Xiao seemed to understand what his opportunity to become a saint was.
In today's world, cultivating the laws is itself a path of "going against the heavens," cultivating one's own strength and one's own Dao, breaking free from the shackles of heaven and earth, and achieving complete transcendence.
In other words, if he wants to take the final step, he must undergo a trial, surpass his limits, and break through the barrier of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal with his own magical power.
Otherwise, even if he stayed on the Sun Star for billions of years, he probably wouldn't be able to take that final step.
This is not just a matter of cultivation, but also a state of mind, a mindset of forging ahead and fighting against heaven and earth.
Without such great willpower and perseverance, one is simply not qualified to become Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.
"I understand..." Ling Xiao revealed a slight smile, his expression insightful and his gaze profound, as if he could see through the past, present, and future.
This is why, even though he had long since Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm, he remained stuck in the same place, unable to take the final step.
No matter how you look at it, what's missing is a truly exhilarating battle.
Now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have come to our door.
This is a good opportunity to hone my skills.
"So, this is the opportunity for me to attain enlightenment!" Ling Xiao muttered to himself, finally understanding why he had sensed this not long ago.
There are reasons for all of this.
Having figured everything out, Ling Xiao stood up, not intending to wake up Di Jun and Tai Yi, as the two of them were at a critical juncture.
Outside the Sun Star.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches surrounded Baize, looking down at him from above as if he were an inanimate object.
"Baize, I'll ask you one last question: where are the other powerful figures of your demon race hiding?"
"If you cooperate and lure them out, I might spare your life!"
Dijiang began his interrogation with a calm and collected demeanor. Even though he was outside the Sun Star, he still planned to eliminate the remnants of the demon race to prevent future troubles.
"Dijiang, I don't think you're stupid. Why would you say such foolish things? I was already planning to die, why should I need your forgiveness?"
Baize's expression was resolute. Under the pressure of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, even his soul trembled, but even so, he still dared to rebuke the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
If they are not afraid of death, they naturally have the courage to face the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Even though his figure was as insignificant as dust before the Ancestral Witch, not worth mentioning.
Upon hearing this, Dijiang's face immediately darkened, and a murderous intent surged within him.
"Baize, you refused to reveal information about your companions, and now you are in grave danger, yet not a single one has come to your rescue."
Zhu Jiuyin replied, a faint smile playing on his lips, tinged with a strange irony.
"I've come here today to die; I don't need any rescue," Baize said calmly, glancing sideways at the Ancestral Witch as he finished speaking.
"My life, Baize's, is worthless, but to be treated like this by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it's worth it!"
At this moment, Baize was imprisoned in place, his life and death in the hands of the Ancestral Witch.
On the Primordial World eastern land, Jimeng was filled with rage, his eyes wide open, and his chest felt as if a thousand mountains were pressing down on him, making him breathe rapidly.
He wanted to tear everything apart and kill all the Witch Clan.
"I can't take it anymore!"
"Brother Baize! I, Jimeng, will die with you!" Jimeng roared, soaring into the sky and unleashing all his power, radiating the most dazzling light.
The heavens and earth trembled, and a powerful aura permeated all directions.
"Hehe, there's one more!"
The Ancestral Witch immediately laughed at this; it was an unexpected delight, another one had inexplicably appeared.
Isn't this just giving it away for free?
"Is it you, you beast, who slaughtered my tribe with Baize?" Rushou sneered.
As soon as he finished speaking, Dijiang raised his hand and grabbed, teleporting Jimeng, who was hundreds of millions of miles away, instantly appeared in front of the Ancestral Witch.
Standing there dumbfounded with Baize, he didn't react for a moment.
"Jimeng, why did you come here to die?" Baize said with a bitter smile, shaking his head and sighing softly.
"If you, Baize, dare to do this, why shouldn't I?" Jimeng shouted, raising his head and looking at the Twelve Ancestral Witches with disdain. Since things had already come to this point, he might as well die with a magnificent aura!
At this moment, the great demons hidden in the Primordial World stared blankly, feeling somewhat uneasy, but they did not have the courage to needlessly throw their lives away.
Jiuying and Guiche looked even more unpleasant, not only unmoved but also somewhat angry.
Baize's noble and selfless demeanor, his willingness to sacrifice himself for the demon race, makes them appear as cowards who fear death.
"That idiot Baize, throwing his life away for nothing, and he thinks he's so great, all self-pity?" Guiche angrily rebuked, utterly despising Baize's behavior.
"Seeking fame and fortune!" Jiuying uttered these four words indifferently, offering this assessment.
At this moment, with Jimeng's freebies, the Twelve Ancestral Witches finally lost their patience.
"Since you all want to die, then go together! I'll make sure your companions go with you one after another."
Dijiang said calmly, then looked at Rushou.
"You do it, avenge our fallen comrades!"
"Yes, elder brother!" Rushou overjoyed. He couldn't wait any longer. Without hesitation, he unleashed golden laws in his hand, as if it were made of divine metal, and struck Baize with unstoppable force.
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, the Void Break, and the place where Baize and Jimeng were located turned into nothingness, but their figures vanished without a trace.
"Um?"
The expressions of the Ancestral Witch changed slightly, and then they suddenly looked in one direction.
The Sun Star is vast and boundless, with an endless sea of fire stretching as far as the eye can see. Within that sea of fire, a golden figure quietly appears.
With an upright posture, flowing hair, and an incomparably handsome face, he naturally exuded arrogance.
A long robe, encompassing the sun, moon, and stars.
"Ling Xiao!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had solemn expressions, their eyes revealing a deep killing intent.
"Running wild outside the Sun Star, do you think I don't exist?"
Ling Xiao said calmly, and with a wave of his hand, Baize and Jimeng reappeared.
The application of Law of Space has reached a level of consummate skill.
Even Dijiang was startled, and at this moment, Rushou, the Ancestral Witch of Jin, was completely enraged.
Baize and Jimeng were demons he was determined to kill, yet Ling Xiao brazenly rescued them!
"You're courting death!" Rushou roared, his voice echoing across the heavens. His golden body shattered the void as he charged forward.
Ling Xiao took a step forward, formed a fist seal, and forcefully struck out. The blood energy of the Ganges Sand Worlds within his body resonated, and his punch unleashed the divine power of many worlds.
"Boom..."
The stars trembled, the reversals continued, and the void was utterly destroyed.
Rushou flying backward, his golden Ancestral Witch body shattering in mid-air, breaking into pieces, his blood splattering into the sky and turning into smoke.