The Battle for Pangu's Flesh and Primordial Spirit

Meanwhile.

On the Sun Star.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are all mobilizing, what are they doing?"

Not long ago, Ling Xiao woke up from his seclusion and happened to see the Twelve Ancestral Witches approaching Mount Buzhou with great momentum.

The combined aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches rose like smoke signals in the sky of the Primordial Land, rushing straight to the nine heavens, and had even permeated the Sun Star.

In the eastern part of the Primordial Land, all living beings were terrified, and billions of creatures felt like the end was near. The bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were impossibly tall, like chaotic Gods and Devils walking between heaven and earth, capable of destroying everything with a single gesture.

Fortunately, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' target was not the ants beneath their feet.

Ling Xiao stood on the Sun Star, looking down at the twelve colossal figures. He had to admit that the forms of the Ancestral Witches were uglier than one another; their appearance alone could scare an opponent half to death.

One of them caught Ling Xiao's eye. This Ancestral Witch had a human body and a snake's tail, with seven hands behind him and two hands in front, holding writhing snakes, looking extremely fierce.

"This should be Houtu..."

Ling Xiao thought to himself, unable to help but curl his lips.

So, the novels from his previous life were all lies. They all said how beautiful Houtu was, but now looking at her, she could scare someone impotent.

Could there be another side to her?

Ling Xiao thought this and couldn't help but chuckle.

He didn't understand why these Ancestral Witches were acting so crazy, suddenly mobilizing all twelve of them and rushing towards Mount Buzhou with such ferocity.

What was on Mount Buzhou?

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Fuxi.

"Could it be that the Ancestral Witches are going to make a move against them?"

Was this a case of opponents being anxious and creating opponents for themselves?

Ling Xiao thought so, because if the original plot had unfolded, Di Jun and Tai Yi would have clashed with the Witch Clan around this time.

But now the situation had changed.

Di Jun and Tai Yi had abandoned their pursuit of dominance and were cultivating immortality.

Ever since he had brainwashed them last time, those two had been cultivating with more vigor than he did.

Ling Xiao didn't understand why the Twelve Ancestral Witches had this idea, so he stopped thinking about it.

As long as they didn't come to the Sun Star to cause trouble, he didn't care.

Everything else was none of his business.

Mount Buzhou.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian had already stood up, looking solemnly in one direction.

Twelve figures radiating malevolent energy were rapidly approaching and had already arrived.

"Why have the Twelve Ancestral Witches come?"

Laozi and Yuanshi exchanged a silent glance. They had just mentioned the Ancestral Witches, and these guys had arrived.

Could it be that they sensed something and foresaw that someone was speaking ill of them?

Too absurd!

"They come with ill intentions," Laozi said with a solemn expression.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were radiating malevolent energy; they clearly weren't here for a leisurely stroll.

What on Mount Buzhou was worth their collective mobilization?

It was likely only the three of them.

Just as they were pondering, a thunderous voice descended.

"Three Pure Ones, get out here for this Seat!"

The Thunder Ancestral Witch roared, and the wind and clouds changed, with rolling thunder, creating a terrifying spectacle.

The faces of the Three Pure Ones turned grim, and they stepped out, their figures appearing outside the hall.

"Fellow Daoists, you come with great momentum. May I ask the reason for your visit?"

Laozi looked solemnly at Dijiang, who was leading the group, and asked.

"Naturally, there is a reason. I will ask you, have you had any private contact with Baize?"

Dijiang said calmly, but his voice was like a heavenly drum, shaking hundreds of millions of miles, reaching everywhere.

This was a warning to all unrelated powerful beings that if they dared to meddle, they would face the wrath of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Baize?"

The Three Pure Ones were stunned. They looked at each other, as if asking if any of them had seen Baize.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, I don't understand what you mean. We have been in seclusion cultivating and have not seen Baize."

Laozi responded, feeling quite baffled.

"Quibbling! Countless eyes saw Baize come to Mount Buzhou, and you still want to fool us?" Zhu Jiuyin sneered, reprimanding sternly.

Laozi paused, then patiently explained, "I don't understand what fellow Daoist means, but we truly have not seen Baize."

"Moreover, Mount Buzhou is so vast, how can you be sure Baize definitely came here?"

"I won't listen!"

Dijiang waved his hand, sneering, "Three shameless individuals still want to argue. I've decided Baize came to your place anyway."

"Being on good terms with Baize is being an enemy to our Witch Clan. Today, this matter cannot end peacefully."

Their primary objective this time was to suppress the Three Pure Ones, and finding an excuse to start a fight was all they needed.

The Three Pure Ones also understood that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were here to pick a fight.

Had they eaten the wrong medicine!

Why were they acting so crazy for no reason?

"Twelve Ancestral Witches! Do you really think we fear you?"

Yuanshi coldly shouted, having long been displeasured with them.

"If you're not afraid, then come and accept death!"

Gonggong stepped forward, shaking the very ground. His towering physique required the Three Pure Ones, even on the mountainside of Mount Buzhou, to look up.

"Second brother, please calm yourself." Laozi stopped Yuanshi's impulsive move, not wanting to fight.

If it were one-on-one, they naturally wouldn't fear an Ancestral Witch, but with twelve of them coming together, the situation changed.

In the entire Primordial World, besides the Dao Ancestor, no one could fight the Twelve Ancestral Witches alone.

Even the three of them together wouldn't be enough.

"Dijiang, let's be direct. What do you want?"

Laozi said calmly, wanting to de-escalate the situation and resolve it with minimal fuss, preparing to endure for now.

This wasn't cowardice, but acting according to the circumstances.

Dijiang sneered and said, "You Three Pure Ones have always claimed the title of Pangu's orthodox lineage, using Father God's residual might to deceive others, yet you've never truly respected Father God."

"We are here for this very reason today."

"There can only be one Pangu's orthodox lineage."

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the Three Pure Ones changed slightly. After a moment of silence, Laozi said faintly.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, your words are mistaken. We Three Pure Ones are manifestations of Pangu's Primordial Spirit. When the Three Pure Ones unite, we are Pangu."

This was an undeniable fact. Even if the sky were to fall, the Three Pure Ones would remain Pangu's orthodox lineage, unchanged.

They had always identified themselves as such since their transformation, and no one could take that away.

"Laozi, are you saying Pangu's physical body is not Pangu? I think you look down on us!"

Zhurong roared, filled with Sha Qi, stirring up the wind and clouds.

"This is too much!"

Tongtian, with his fiery temper, could no longer hold back. The Green Duckweed Sword emitted a humming sound.

"A bunch of pathetic beings with incomplete origins, ignorant of the heavenly mandate, yet you dare to covet the title of Pangu's orthodox lineage? Are you worthy?"

Yuanshi coldly snorted, his eyes filled with arrogance. Even if he couldn't defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it didn't stop him from looking down on them.

Witches were divided into two types: one was the Ancestral Witch, who possessed a Primordial Spirit but was congenitally incomplete and unable to cultivate.

The other was the ordinary witch, who lacked a Primordial Spirit, including the Great Witches.

In Yuanshi's view, these beings, whose Primordial Spirits were incomplete and who couldn't even properly live, how could they be worthy of the title of Pangu's orthodox lineage?

Let alone worthy, even mentioning it was an insult to Pangu.

"Scoundrels! I will see you dead!"

Yuanshi's words instantly broke through the defenses of all the Ancestral Witches. In an instant, the Twelve Ancestral Witches moved in unison, encircling the Three Pure Ones.

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