Dampen the Opponent's Arrogant Aura

The sudden report from the Great Witch caused the expressions of the gathered Ancestral Witches to shift.

"Baize went to Mount Buzhou?"

What could possibly be on Mount Buzhou?

The Three Pure Ones.

Nuwa and Fuxi.

"What is that trash Baize trying to do? Leaving the Sun Star only to head to Mount Buzhou—what exactly is his intent?" Qiangliang waved his hand, signaling the reporting Great Witch to withdraw.

"Isn't it obvious? He probably got rejected by the Three Crows, so that piece of trash is setting his sights on the Three Pure Ones instead."

"The Three Crows and the Three Pure Ones; what a pair of oddities!" an Ancestral Witch remarked with a sneer, filled with disdain.

"Is there a possibility that Baize intends to unite the Three Crows, the Three Pure Ones, and other great powers to oppose our Witch Clan?"

Jumang expressed his thoughts, his expression contemplative.

As soon as these words were spoken, they were met with opposition from the majority of the Ancestral Witches.

"Impossible. Those great powers aren't fools; why would they listen to Baize?" Zhurong said dismissively.

"Indeed. Looking across the entire Primordial World, who has the gall to set themselves against our Witch Clan?" Gonggong echoed, his tone unbridled.

The Ancestral Witches debated fiercely, each voicing their own opinions.

After a short while, seeing that the discussion had reached its peak, Dijiang spoke slowly.

"Regardless of the outcome, I believe we cannot allow this momentum to continue. We must let all the great powers of the Primordial World know that there is no good end for those who oppose us, the Ancestral Witches."

Dijiang's voice fell.

The Ancestral Witches fell silent, their gazes fixed squarely upon him.

"Big Brother, do you mean... we should launch an attack on the Three Pure Ones or the Three Crows, to let all the great powers know that anyone who casually associates with the Ten Thousand Races must endure the wrath of our Witch Clan?"

Zhurong's eyes lit up as he grasped Dijiang's meaning.

"I think that's a good idea. We need to dampen the arrogant spirit of these great powers and let them know that helping trash like Baize is the same as opposing our Witch Clan."

Qiangliang shouted, his demeanor extremely overbearing—the type who would pick a fight just because you looked his way.

Most of the Ancestral Witches found this perfectly normal; they had always been this way, accustomed to their own tyranny.

"Then it is settled. Who shall we take the knife to first? The Three Crows or the Three Pure Ones?" an Ancestral Witch asked impatiently, eager to act, the violent impulses within him stirring.

"Naturally, it must be the Three Pure Ones. Baize went to find them, which clearly indicates the Three Crows rejected him. This shows the Three Crows have self-awareness and dare not oppose our Witch Clan. Since that is the case, there is no need to make an example of them."

Xuanming said with a smile, her eyes shining brightly.

"Indeed. In my view, more importantly, the threat posed by the Three Crows is not as great as that of the Three Pure Ones. We shall take the knife to the Three Pure Ones this time."

Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently.

The Ancestral Witches nodded repeatedly, finding Zhu Jiuyin's reasoning sound. They had never even seen these so-called Three Crows; in all likelihood, their reputation was just hot air.

The Three Pure Ones were different. Over these past epochs, they had crossed paths more than once, and they naturally knew the Three Pure Ones were not to be underestimated.

Thus, all the Ancestral Witches, save for Dijiang, agreed to take action against the Three Pure Ones.

Seeing that the discussion had concluded, Dijiang spoke:

"Taking the knife to the Three Pure Ones is correct, but there is another important reason."

"For a long time, the Three Pure Ones have been swindling others under the banner of being the orthodox successors of Pangu, yet they never pay respects to Father God. Their hearts deserve to be punished."

"This time, we must suppress the Three Pure Ones severely. If possible, it would be best to kill them."

"This concerns not only the title of Pangu's orthodoxy but also the destiny of the Witch Clan."

Dijiang said with a solemn expression, showing he had made a firm resolution.

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Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witches were stunned, and Houtu even spoke up in opposition:

"Big Brother, the Three Pure Ones were transformed from the Primordial Spirit of Father God. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to kill them?"

"It is precisely for that reason that we must do it. Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian are the Primordial Spirit of Father God, while we Ancestral Witches represent his physical body. Killing them might allow us to compensate for our innate deficiencies."

Dijiang said, his eyes flashing with a startling light.

As his words fell, the Ancestral Witches looked at one another, feeling that Dijiang's logic held merit.

"I agree with Big Brother. Even if we cannot kill the Three Pure Ones, we must strip them of the title of Pangu's orthodoxy."

Zhu Jiuyin said coldly, ruthless and resolute.

The Primordial World was originally transformed by Father God; the title of Pangu's orthodoxy was not merely a name, but represented the legacy and destiny left behind by Pangu.

If they could strip the Three Pure Ones of their destiny, perhaps the Witch Clan could undergo an incredible transformation.

"Let it be done. We are going to expand anyway; we might as well seize the territory of the Three Pure Ones while we are at it."

Xuanming said with a smile, though her eyes betrayed a cold intent.

The Ancestral Witches nodded, signaling their agreement.

"Let's do it, let's set off!"

On the mountainside of Mount Buzhou.

East Kunlun, Three Pure Ones Hall.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian stood in a triangular formation, their bodies radiating profound auras that, if savored carefully, carried a hint of Pangu.

Laozi, with his white beard and eyebrows, held a Flat Pole, flames dancing upon it with iridescent light.

The dignified and solemn Yuanshi held the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, surrounded by flowing apricot-yellow light.

The resolute and arrogant Tongtian gripped the Green Duckweed Sword, which hummed with a misty aura.

The Flat Pole, the Jade Ruyi, and the Green Duckweed Sword were all transformed from the Chaos Green Lotus.

This was a fortuitous encounter they had while traveling through Mount Buzhou; apart from the gourds, these were the only Dharma treasures they could bring out.

A short while later, the Three Pure Ones slowly opened their eyes, a flash of joy crossing their faces.

After this period of arduous cultivation, their cultivation levels had improved once more, especially Laozi; as the eldest brother of the Three Pure Ones, his cultivation was nearing the perfection of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

By the time the Dao Ancestor held his next lecture, the path to the perfection of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal would be within reach.

"In the current Primordial Land, I fear there are no great beings with higher cultivation than us three brothers."

Tongtian spoke, his joy impossible to conceal.

"Indeed. It is laughable that the world actually rumors that those three Golden Crows of the Sun Star are on par with us. To place the Three Crows alongside the Three Pure Ones is a massive joke."

Yuanshi said coldly, looking down on everything. They, the Three Pure Ones, were the authentic descendants of Pangu; when had they fallen to the point of being mentioned in the same breath as feathered beasts?

"Second Brother, Third Brother, do not be arrogant or conceited. Our goal as brothers does not lie here; we should look toward higher places!"

Laozi said indifferently. He had not forgotten that above their heads, there still existed the Dao Ancestor.

That was their true goal.

As for the so-called Three Crows, he did not take them to heart at all.

One day, those three Golden Crows would not even have the qualifications to look up at them.

"Brother is right." Yuanshi and Tongtian nodded, agreeing with what Laozi said.

"The Witch Clan is currently vying for supremacy, and the world is in chaos. We must accelerate our cultivation speed to cope with the unknown changes to come," Laozi said calmly.

"The Primordial Land has been turned into a foul mess by this group of the Witch Clan. These pathetic creatures do not know the mandate of heaven; they fail to realize that the world has changed. Those who do not recognize the mandate of heaven will sooner or later head toward destruction."

Yuanshi said with a smile, his divine sense scanning the earth. Suddenly, his expression froze.

He saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches rushing toward Mount Buzhou with aggressive momentum.