Nuwa didn't think much about it. She immediately guessed that the Golden Crow Baize had mentioned was Ling Xiao.
Their clash a thousand years ago was still vivid in her memory.
She had also taken something of his, and owed Ling Xiao a debt of karma.
Now there was a question.
Was Ling Xiao acting unintentionally, or did he have some other purpose?
Besides them, only the Three Pure Ones were on Mount Buzhou. None of the other living beings had the strength to unite the Ten Thousand Races.
"What could he be after? Could it have been unintentional?"
Nuwa's thoughts ran wild, and for a moment she felt lost. But one thing remained unchanged: she could sense that uniting the Yao Clan was an opportunity for her.
She was bound to the Ten Thousand Races!
"Um... Fellow Daoist Nuwa, perhaps I was mistaken. I'll go ask the Three Pure Ones again!"
Seeing Nuwa's expression shift between light and dark, Baize thought she was considering whether to attack him. He hurriedly got to his feet, ready to retreat.
A wise man didn't stand beneath a crumbling wall.
When things looked bad, it was best to run. As long as he stayed alive, he could still achieve great things.
"Wait!"
Just as Baize and Jimeng turned to leave, Nuwa's clear voice rang out behind them. It revealed no hint of her feelings.
Baize's heart tightened. He turned around and forced an awkward smile. "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, is there anything else you need?"
"I agree," Nuwa said calmly.
Baize and Jimeng froze for a moment, then their faces lit up with delight.
At the same time.
In the Witch Clan, at the tribe of Qiangliang, the Ancestral Witch.
"Oh? That useless Baize went to the Sun Star?"
After receiving the news from a Great Witch under his command, Ancestral Witch Qiangliang let out a disdainful sneer.
Ever since the war began, the short-tempered Thunder Ancestral Witch had always been at the forefront. He had naturally crossed paths with powerful figures like Baize. If those fellows hadn't been so elusive, he would have torn them apart long ago.
He hadn't expected them to show up on the Sun Star.
"Just watch me tear you to pieces!" Qiangliang's voice boomed like thunder. He was about to set out for the Sun Star and slap Baize to death.
His cultivation was now equivalent to the mid-stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, only one step away from the late stage.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had a unique method of cultivation. They had inherited the laws of twelve elements from birth. All they needed to do was comprehend the laws within their bloodlines and fuse them into their bodies to raise their cultivation.
As they continually tempered their bodies, their strength continued to grow.
They never faced the obstacles that came with cultivating the primordial spirit.
Thus, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were already every bit as powerful as the top experts in the Primordial World.
The leading Ancestral Witches, such as Dijiang, Jumang, and Zhu Jiuyin, had even reached the late stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
The Ancestral Witches were not only powerful, but numerous. The Three Pure Ones were formidable, but there were only three of them, while the Ancestral Witches numbered twelve.
That was why the Witch Clan could act with such impunity in the Primordial World.
Unless every powerful figure united against them, they would all be crushed.
Qiangliang was just about to leave his tribe.
At that moment, Ancestral Witch Dijiang summoned him to Pangu Temple.
"Fine. I'll let you live a few more days."
Thinking this, Qiangliang turned and headed for Pangu Temple.
Pangu Temple.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered.
"After a thousand years of fighting, our Witch Clan's territory has grown several times over, and the number of our children has increased as well."
"But this has also provoked fierce resistance from the Ten Thousand Races. I'd like to hear what you all think. Should we keep expanding, or rest and recuperate for a while?"
Dijiang sat in the chief seat and surveyed the room before speaking in a clear voice. As the eldest brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he had many things to consider. Though the Witch Clan was currently riding high, things could turn against them if they pushed too far. He felt they shouldn't rush.
That was why he had called all the Ancestral Witches together to discuss what to do next.
"I think we should rest for a while. We can't act too recklessly." Houtu was the first to offer her opinion. She had opposed the war from the beginning, so naturally she supported taking a break now.
"Little sister, you're talking nonsense again. Things are going so well. We should press our advantage and fight to the end, taking over and uniting the Primordial World. Otherwise, once the Ten Thousand Races have time to react, things will get troublesome."
Zhurong spoke with a grin. His fiery temper was tempered by a careful mind, and his words held real wisdom.
The other Ancestral Witches nodded along. They had already started fighting; if they stopped now, wouldn't that just give their opponents time to prepare?
"Battle is the best nourishment for our Witch Clan's children. Only through constant fighting can our clan grow stronger," Zhu Jiuyin said evenly.
Aside from the Ancestral Witches, the Witches below them had to consume the essence of flesh and blood to cultivate. They wouldn't gain anything by staying home and resting.
Just then, Qiangliang chuckled. "I recently heard some interesting news."
He paused, leaving them in suspense.
When every Ancestral Witch turned to look at him, Qiangliang continued:
"Those two useless fellows, Baize and Jimeng, went to the Sun Star. Who knows what they're up to?"
At those words, the Ancestral Witches exchanged curious looks.
"What did Baize go to the Sun Star for?"
For a moment, they couldn't figure out what Baize was trying to do.
"The Sun Star is the Golden Crows' home. Could Baize have gone to find the Three Crows?"
Xuanming's expression shifted, and a flicker of curiosity passed through her eyes.
"The Three Crows?"
The Ancestral Witches' eyes flickered. They weren't unfamiliar with that title. They had heard of it a thousand years ago.
"Baize claims to know what's above in the heavens and below on the earth. He must have a purpose for seeking out the Three Crows," one Ancestral Witch said slowly.
At that moment, Houtu, who had remained silent, thought of something. "I suspect Baize wants the Three Crows to step forward and represent the Ten Thousand Races in their fight against our Witch Clan."
Though she hadn't taken part in many battles, she had kept close track of the situation in the Primordial World, especially the movements of the Ten Thousand Races. By piecing together the clues, it wasn't hard to guess what Baize intended.
As soon as Houtu finished speaking, several bold and hearty Ancestral Witches burst out laughing.
"Baize must have been beaten senseless. I could crush that so-called Three Crows with one hand. What good would it do to bring them out?"
The speaker was Gonggong, fourth among the Twelve Ancestral Witches. His cultivation had already reached the late stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
Though he had heard that a Golden Crow named Ling Xiao had once driven Jieyin back, so what? He believed he could do the same.
Baize wanted them to come out and oppose the Witch Clan? What else could that be but madness?
There weren't even enough of them to go around.
Houtu smiled too, not taking it to heart. Even if her guess was right, it wouldn't matter.
Three Golden Crows alone couldn't threaten their Witch Clan.
Dijiang looked around the room. From the other Ancestral Witches' reactions, he understood that this war couldn't be stopped. They had to keep fighting.
Until they achieved complete victory.
Just as he was about to announce the order to continue the war,
a Great Witch came to request an audience. He was a Great Witch from Qiangliang's tribe, responsible for gathering reports on the battles.
"Great Ancestral Witch, we've received the latest news. Baize and Jimeng have left the Sun Star and headed for Mount Buzhou."
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