Ling Xiao's Surprise, Irreconcilable

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian stood with the Three Pure Ones Qi hovering above their heads.

Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing.

Scriptures resonated like the tolling of great bells, thunderous sounds rolling forth to stir the very universe.

Three streaks of seven-colored lightning flashed above their respective heads.

These three bolts were the Taiqing Divine Thunder, Yuqing Divine Thunder, and Shangqing Divine Thunder, all inherited from the Heaven-Opening Divine Thunder of Pangu.

After Pangu split the heavens and the earth, this was the first divine thunder to appear in the world; when it rang out, all things were born.

It was the manifestation of Pangu's spiritual will.

It possessed the divine might to split the heavens, open the earth, and create all things.

As the Three Pure Ones were a part of Pangu's spiritual imprint, they naturally inherited the Great Dao of Pangu.

The three divine thunders detonated, shattering the chaos and evolving three thousand great and small worlds, countless in number.

They also destroyed the vast spatial world created by Dijiang; the Three Pure Ones broke through the boundary and returned, their bodies wreathed in Three Pure Ones Divine Thunder.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian joined forces, pointing out a bolt of divine thunder that pierced the heavens and the earth, striking directly down at Dijiang's head.

"Big Brother, watch out!"

The remaining Ancestral Witches' expressions shifted; they roared and struck out in unison, shattering the void with every movement, combining their strength to withstand the pillar-like divine thunder.

Although they were not severely injured, they were in a wretched state.

Dijiang's face was grim; in that moment, he had felt a hair-raising sense of crisis. Had his brothers and sisters not come to his aid, he would have been dead or at least gravely wounded.

"Attack together and kill the Three Pure Ones!"

He shouted coldly, his killing intent boiling over until blood-red rain of Sha Qi began to fall across the world.

No more games; it was time to get serious.

The great battle erupted instantly. All twelve Ancestral Witches attacked at once, and in a single exchange, the Three Pure Ones were nearly blasted apart.

The terrifying battle churned up endless clouds and winds.

Sun Star.

Ling Xiao had already stood up in excitement, his gaze locked tightly onto the Twelve Ancestral Witches, shifting from one to the other.

It was not because he found them aesthetically pleasing.

Rather, the power of the laws they wielded was an eye-opener for Ling Xiao.

Although he possessed the Chaos Bead, which contained three thousand laws, he still had to comprehend them slowly.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, however, were demonstrating these laws personally; paired with the Chaos Bead, the effect was even better.

Ling Xiao's pupils flickered with strange phenomena as he recorded the scenes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' battle—a rare opportunity indeed.

Sparring partners like the Three Pure Ones were not easy to come by.

Had they been ordinary opponents, they would have been beaten into dust long ago, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches would not have needed to attack together at all.

Keep it up, hold on a little longer.

Ling Xiao cheered the Three Pure Ones on in his heart while he focused on recording and comprehending.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches specialized in the power of laws, something no ordinary cultivator could compare to.

Every single Ancestral Witch had mastered their own laws to an incredibly profound degree.

For Ling Xiao, this was of immense benefit.

"Hmm? Are the Three Pure Ones trying to run?"

At this moment, Ling Xiao's gaze shifted; he saw that as the Three Pure Ones fought, they were beginning to look for an opening to break through.

Their stamina... was a bit lacking!

The endless void surrounding Mount Buzhou was filled with the aura of destruction.

The Three Pure Ones were disheveled, their blood splattering the void.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were too fierce when they got serious; in such a short time, the trio had brushed against death countless times.

If not for the protection of the Three Pure Ones Immortal Light, they would have been ground into powder long ago.

Although fleeing was not glorious, it was their only way out.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches naturally noticed the intentions of the Three Pure Ones and tried their best to stop them.

"Three Pure Ones, you three shameless wretches, do you still dare to call yourselves the orthodox successors of Pangu?"

"To be so fragile and yet dare to impersonate the name of Father God—how do you have the face to do it?"

Zhurong sneered.

"How about this: swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao that you will never again use the name of Pangu's orthodox successors to swindle others, and sever all ties with Father God, and we shall spare your lives."

Dijiang said calmly, a strange smile playing on his lips, though it was unclear whether he was sincere or feigning.

The Three Pure Ones were withered and weak, but upon hearing these words, monstrous fury surged in their eyes.

"Dream on!"

"Pitiful creatures who do not know the Heavenly Mandate, how dare you covet the title of Pangu's orthodox lineage?"

"Are you even worthy?"

Laozi roared in anger, directly borrowing Yuanshi's words; previously, he had felt such a statement was a bit excessive.

But now, it seemed perfectly appropriate.

"Indeed, these so-called Ancestral Witches, in my eyes, are no different from those creatures with fur and horns." Yuanshi wore a look of arrogance; even if he were beaten to death, he would not change this opinion.

Their voices were unmasked, shaking the heavens and the earth, leaving the great powers who were constantly watching this scene stunned.

The dispute over the Pangu orthodox lineage between the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had actually escalated to this point.

"Tell me, can a Heavenly Dao Oath really constrain the Great God Pangu?"

Some great powers harbored doubts, feeling inexplicably that these Ancestral Witches had lost their minds, and had dragged the Three Pure Ones into their madness as well.

Pangu was the existence who cleaved the heavens and the earth, his body transforming into the boundless Primordial World.

To use a Heavenly Dao Oath to constrain the Creator God who opened the heavens—if that isn't a sign of a broken mind, what is?

The Three Pure Ones were also foolish; they could have just followed the Ancestral Witches' lead and casually sworn a Heavenly Dao Oath to brush them off, yet they chose to clash head-on!

"Seeking your own deaths. Since you do not cherish your lives, then do not blame us." Dijiang was incensed, the killing intent shooting from his eyes tearing through the firmament.

He raised his hand and struck out, blotting out the sky and sun, as vast as a small world, intending to grind the Three Pure Ones into nothingness.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian exchanged a glance, the Three Pure Ones Immortal Light circulating through their bodies to form protective laws as they charged forward.

The remaining Ancestral Witches also struck without mercy, suppressing them with overwhelming force.

The vast divine power caused the entire Mount Buzhou to tremble slightly; the strength of more than a dozen top-tier Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals was immeasurable.

The Three Pure Ones were sent flying again and again, kicked back and forth between the Twelve Ancestral Witches like a balloon.

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, we, the Three Pure Ones, stand against you to the death! If I do not die today, one day, I will surely exterminate your entire clan!"

Yuanshi roared in fury, his eyes splitting; he was so arrogant, yet today he was being humiliated like this in full view of everyone.

"Still running your mouth?" Dijiang shouted coldly, his fist radiance like a blood-red sun, slamming heavily onto Yuanshi's dharma body.

"Second Brother!" Laozi and Tongtian tried to go to his rescue, but were beaten back by the other Ancestral Witches.

"Ah!"

With a heaven-shaking roar that knocked stars from the sky, Yuanshi flew backward for hundreds of millions of miles, vomiting blood, but Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Witch of Time, reversed the flow of time, raised his hand, and sucked Yuanshi back.

Such methods caused the many great powers watching to shake their heads; with the Twelve Ancestral Witches joining forces, even the mighty Three Pure Ones had no power to fight back.

"After this battle, I fear there will be no more Three Pure Ones in this world."

"The momentum of the Witch Clan is too fierce; who else can stop their advance?"

The great powers sighed with emotion.

When the next lecture at Purple Heaven Palace takes place, I fear there will be three extra empty seats!

"From this day forth, the Pangu orthodox lineage belongs only to our Witch Clan."

"There are no more Three Pure Ones in this world!"

Dijiang shouted, declaring it to the heavens and earth, his voice shaking the eight wildernesses, reaching everywhere.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a terrifying aura exploded, instantly shrouding the heavens and earth, throwing everything into chaos.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches froze for a moment, struck by an ominous premonition as they cleared the heavens and earth with a single breath.

They looked again.

There was no longer any sign of the Three Pure Ones!