Remembering Once More the Terror of Being Dominated
At Mount Kunlun, Laozi and Yuanshi looked increasingly grim, both enraged by the Dragon Clan.
Just as they were trying to find a way to punish the Dragon Clan.
The voice of the Dao Ancestor resounded in the ears of Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.
"You all must come to the Purple Heaven Palace immediately for a meeting..."
Upon hearing this, the three exchanged a glance, a look of surprise on their faces. From the Dao Ancestor's words, they sensed urgency and a chilling atmosphere.
"This is going to..."
"Let's go and talk about it!"
Laozi spoke calmly, and then the three of them stepped out of Mount Kunlun and headed towards the Purple Heaven Palace.
The Primordial World fell into a brief period of peace, with the demon race recuperating on the Primordial Stars, and the Human Race and Dragon Clan living in harmony.
The Witch Clan, relying on the decree of the Dao Ancestor, acted with impunity across the Primordial Land, having no rivals; in other words, no one dared to oppose them.
The Two Western Sages even stole Mount Sumeru; who dares to bare their teeth in dissatisfaction?
Moreover, without Sage, no race can rival the power of the Witch Clan.
Thus, the Witch Clan freely, conquering one Blessed Land after another, and bringing them all under their control.
It's very simple: if you want to survive on the Primordial Land, you must submit to the Witch Clan, otherwise you either die or get out of here and go wherever you want, in the sky or in the sea, but definitely not on the ground.
All living beings dared not speak out in anger, only grumbling in their hearts. In fact, compared to the previous style of the Witch Clan, this was already much more restrained.
When all Twelve Ancestral Witches were present, the Witch Clan always went wherever they went, killing without any scruples.
This comparison makes it less difficult to accept.
Time flies, and soon tens of thousands of years have passed.
The Witch Clan traveled to almost every Blessed Land, leaving no place under their jurisdiction unexplored.
"Our footprints are everywhere on this land. We've fought everywhere we could. Now, the Mount Shouyang. It's also in the Eastern Wasteland, so it's time to go there."
Zhurong said in a voice as loud as thunder, "We've been conquering territory too smoothly lately, so I want to try something tough."
Upon hearing this, the remaining Ancestral Witch displayed a variety of fascinating expressions.
"We can't go. It's not the right time yet. What if a fight breaks out?" Qiangliang stood up immediately and loudly objected.
"I'm sure that if we fight, our fate won't be much better than that of the demon race. The Golden Crow is clearly helping the Human Race from behind, so why should we make things difficult for ourselves?"
He was very excited and convinced that Zhurong had been too arrogant lately, out of her mind and unable to recognize reality.
It's one thing to court disaster yourself, but to try and drag him down with you is another.
Isn't it good to be alive?
"Qiangliang, are you still Ancestral Witch? I think you are not worthy of being Ancestral Witch. How can a descendant of Pangu be so timid and cowardly? With the protection of the Father God, what is there to be afraid of?" Zhurong immediately raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily.
He had long sensed that something was off about Qiangliang; his words and actions made him seem like an undercover agent, an anomaly disguised as an Ancestral Witch.
We must expose his true colors today!
"Zhurong, you've gone too far. We're all brothers. Qiangliang; he's only thinking of our Witch Clan."
Xizi spoke with a straight face, defending Qiangliang. He was the Ancestral Witch of Lightning, while Qiangliang was the Thunder Ancestral Witch. Their attributes were similar, and they even had a unique combined divine power.
The only one among the Twelve Ancestral Witches who can "merge".
Therefore, their relationship was naturally very good.
"That's right, Zhurong. If you don't listen to our advice, go and visit the Human Race yourself. We won't stop you."
"Some of the Ancestral Witch once slept for ten thousand years in the Blood Pool. They've had their fill of that, it's time for them to do something for our clan."
Gonggong spoke these words with a mocking and disdainful expression. He was bringing up an old story, mocking how Zhurong had been beaten and forced to recuperate in Blood Pool, almost failing to survive.
After waking up, most of the battles had already been fought; victory was won simply by lying down.
"You bastard!"
Zhurong immediately exploded, his face turning red with anger, his eyes blazing with fury. It was the greatest humiliation of his life, and now that it had been brought up again, the sense of shame was completely renewed, without diminishing in the slightest.
Even Xizi was speechless, looking at Gonggong with some anger, hesitant to speak.
"I'm your teammate..."
He was mistakenly injured; he was one of those who died in the line of duty!
"Enough!"
Dijiang shouted in a deep voice, his face stern; if they didn't stop it, a fight would break out.
"Qiangliang is right. We can't touch the Human Race right now, or we'll just be asking for trouble."
"Don't misunderstand me. I'm not afraid of Di Jun and Tai Yi. Don't forget, there are more than two Golden Crow."
The Ancestral Witch fell silent; though they did not speak, they deeply agreed.
This reminded them of the day they attacked the Sun Star, and then... the fear of being dominated by Ling Xiao.
If it weren't for Ling Xiao, Zhu Jiuyin, Jumang, they wouldn't have died.
The Witch Clan would not be in such a passive position.
With an Ancestral Witch achieved physical sainthood, plus the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation, how powerful must the Witch Clan be?
The current situation is similar to that one; both times, the fighting went down to the last minute, and unification was just around the corner.
This is like a hint that things might go wrong this time too.
"Big brother, I'll listen to you," Xuanming said in a cold voice.
The other Ancestral Witch nodded in agreement, but Zhurong remained silent, which was taken as tacit consent.
"Boom..."
Just then, a magnificent aura suddenly came from the West, turning the sky golden.
The world was shocked; billions of lives trembled under this oppressive force.
Dijiang's expression changed slightly, and he shouted, "The Two Western Sages have returned!"
"You two old bastards, you've got some nerve?"
"Hurry, our men are still guarding there."
Immediately, the Ancestral Witch set off, cursing and swearing, towards Mount Sumeru.
A whirlwind of activity, earth-shattering!
The once peaceful primordial Primordial World is now in turmoil once more.
The Sun Star.
Ling Xiao awoke from his meditative state and looked West.
"Jieyin Zhun Ti are back. Judging from their high-profile manner, I wonder what kind of pep talk Hongjun gave them this time. They seem confident and fearless."
The thought flashed by, and a layer of mist seemed to veil Ling Xiao's eyes, as if countless Karma Thread, like a net, were woven to see through heaven and earth.
On a whim, he had an unknown instinctive feeling, and there was an invisible sense of crisis.
"It seems Hongjun has finally lost his patience. I wonder if he will personally intervene this time..."
Ling Xiao thought to himself, he could sense a heavy atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.
The taut string is finally about to snap.
It's already quite an achievement that they've managed to hold on for so long.
However, he had a strange feeling, and something he didn't know.
With this in mind, Ling Xiao stopped thinking about it and looked towards Di Jun and Tai Yi's secluded cultivation place.
"It's almost time... I wonder who will be the first to attain enlightenment!"
He used the Chaos Bead to disrupt the celestial secrets of the Sun Star, creating illusions to prevent the aura of Di Jun and Tai Yi from leaking out.
Tens of thousands of years have passed, and with his usual preaching, he has imparted the experience of those who have come before him.
Di Jun, the Dao of Tai Yi, is finally about to achieve a perfect breakthrough.