Kunpeng's Flashy Face-Shifts Draw the Attention of Many Mighty Ones

Mount Buzhou, East Kunlun.

The aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches surged forth, overwhelming the heavens and earth as it bore down upon the Three Pure Ones, shrouding the entirety of Mount Buzhou in boundless terror.

Winds howled and clouds churned, the very color of the world shifting as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth erupted into chaos, sending ripples of divine patterns across the endless void.

This region resembled the end of days; twelve pillars of aura shot into the sky, igniting the infinite stars above until they shattered one by one.

At this moment, numerous mighty figures in deep seclusion were jolted awake. Sensing the violent aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they all turned their gazes toward the direction of Mount Buzhou.

"Are the Twelve Ancestral Witches planning to uproot Mount Buzhou?"

"They are about to strike—who could have possibly enraged them?"

Meanwhile.

In the North Sea.

Yingzhao, Guiche, Jiuying, and other mighty beings were engaged in conversation with Kunpeng. Thanks to their tireless efforts, Kunpeng was on the verge of agreeing to step forward.

They were currently in the stage of negotiation.

If the negotiation went well, things would be settled quickly; if it went poorly, it might require more persuasion, or perhaps there was some point that had yet to be smoothed over.

Kunpeng was a slippery old fox; he knew that stepping forward to integrate the Ten Thousand Races brought benefits, but it also carried immense risks.

He was still weighing his options.

"Brother Kunpeng, rest assured. Once the Ten Thousand Races are integrated, the Witch Clan will be nothing to fear. There is no need for such worry; I refuse to believe the Twelve Ancestral Witches would dare come knocking at our door."

Guiche bobbed his nine bird heads, cackling as he spoke.

Yingzhao, Jiuying, and the others nodded in agreement. Having dealt with the Witch Clan for so many years, they had never once seen the Twelve Ancestral Witches mobilize together.

They assumed the Witches must be guarding their own territory, terrified of being ambushed.

Therefore, the battles between the Witch Clan and the Ten Thousand Races were mostly left to the underlings; the leaders would not easily intervene.

They traded words back and forth, coaxing Kunpeng to agree. If he could just take that final step and overcome his internal hesitation, everything else would be easy to handle.

Kunpeng listened and found their logic sound. Besides, with his peerless speed, he could always flee if he couldn't win.

It was perfectly safe.

He set down his wine cup and stood up, a surge of ambition rising within him.

Yes, that was it—that was the feeling.

Yingzhao, Guiche, and the other demons also set down their cups and stood up, waiting for Kunpeng's declaration.

Just then, Kunpeng's expression stiffened. He suddenly looked toward the void, having sensed an aura that was subtle yet terrifying.

Even across the endless expanse of space and time, he could still feel the aura erupting from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

What are these twelve lunatics doing? They've actually mobilized together?

Kunpeng was horrified internally, though his outward expression remained calm.

No! It's still too dangerous.

Now is not the time to step forward and integrate the Ten Thousand Races!

He quickly made up his mind, the scales of his judgment tipping decisively to one side.

To step forward and integrate the Ten Thousand Races now would be to make himself a target. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches came knocking, he wouldn't be able to escape even if he had twelve wings.

And so, under the expectant and encouraging gazes of Yingzhao, Guiche, and the other demons.

Kunpeng waved his hand dismissively.

"See them out!"

"Huh?"

They were stunned, faces full of bewilderment. What was Kunpeng playing at?

He had just been brimming with ambition a moment ago; how had he turned around and decided to kick them out so suddenly?

Soon enough.

Yingzhao, Guiche, and the others understood.

The aura erupting from the Twelve Ancestral Witches was gradually reaching them as well.

That slippery old fox Kunpeng has lost his nerve.

Elsewhere on Mount Buzhou, Nuwa and Fuxi were also wearing expressions of utter confusion.

The conversation between the Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones was perfectly clear to their ears.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were making such a massive scene, and it was all because of Baize?

They had assumed Baize had gone to find the Three Pure Ones!

Little did they know that Baize had only just left their presence a short while ago!

"Are the Twelve Ancestral Witches going to make a move on us as well?"

Fuxi said with concern. Even without facing the Twelve Ancestral Witches directly, he could still feel that vast, ferocious aura; he feared he could not even defeat a single Ancestral Witch.

Let alone all twelve of them.

"Do not worry." Nuwa's expression remained calm as she chuckled, "The Twelve Ancestral Witches are likely targeting the Three Pure Ones; Baize is merely an excuse."

"I fear there is also a warning hidden within this. As for what we promised Baize...?" Fuxi asked.

"Since we gave our word, there is no reason to go back on it, but I never said it had to be right now." A cunning light flashed in Nuwa's phoenix eyes.

Fuxi paused, grasping his sister's meaning.

At this moment.

Battle had become unavoidable.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches unleashed their vast auras, locking onto Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.

The frigid killing intent shook the heavens and the earth.

The Three Pure Ones knew there was no avoiding this, so they exchanged a glance, manifested their Dharma treasures, and released the protective Three Pure Ones Immortal Light.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had made it clear they intended to put them to death.

If they still dared not strike back, would they have any face left?

Under the gaze of the masses, even if they could not win, they had to have the courage to fight; otherwise, they would be unworthy of the title of Pangu's legitimate successors.

In an instant, the Three Pure Ones struck together.

The Dharma treasures they unleashed shattered the void and shook down the galaxy, causing a rain of stars to fall all around Mount Buzhou.

At their level of cultivation, a full-force strike could destroy a Great Thousand World and annihilate the heavens and the universe.

The power in their every gesture was like the creation of the world.

If not for the fact that Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of Pangu, it would have been reduced to powder in an instant.

"Small tricks! Watch me break them!"

Qiangliang let out a long roar, thunder blooming from his mouth like an inverted galaxy; with a single thought, he could summon world-ending lightning tribulations.

Terrifying thunder surged from the divine body of the Ancestral Witch, and with thunder dragons lashing out, the Dharma treasures above the heads of the Three Pure Ones were instantly submerged.

"Sever!" Tongtian's black hair flew as he wielded the Green Duckweed Sword, slashing out a sword beam that seemed to divide heaven and earth.

Endless divine radiance and thousands of Sword Qi condensed into one, surging with the power of laws, peerlessly sharp.

This strike swept horizontally, charging directly toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches, intending to cleave them in two.

"Nothing more than this!" Zhu Jiuyin let out a cold shout, his divine eyes blooming with blazing laws.

Time danced and flowed in reverse; the star rain falling over Mount Buzhou flowed upward, and the entire world seemed to invert.

The peerlessly sharp sword beam was actually forced back, slashing toward the Three Pure Ones instead.

"My swordsmanship shall never strike at myself!"

Tongtian pointed his sword tip into the distance, the Law of the Sword stirring the heavens and agitating the galaxy, forming the momentum of a formation that enveloped Zhu Jiuyin.

"Seal!"

Dijiang raised his hand and flicked it, letting out a soft rebuke. The power of space twisted the void, separating this patch of heaven and earth.

The expressions of the Three Pure Ones changed. In a mere instant, they were dragged by Dijiang out of Mount Buzhou and into the endless void.

Gale winds howled, and time slipped away.

This was not the end; with this move, Dijiang sealed them within an independent space, akin to a Great Thousand World.

Decay, destruction, the passage of eons—before they knew it, they were being forced to perish along with this world.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian exchanged a glance, the Qi of the Three Pure Ones floating above their heads.

They were about to unleash their innate divine abilities!