Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian had the Three Pure Ones' aura above their heads.
Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing.
The scriptures rang out, like the toll of a great bell, booming thunder that shook the universe.
Three streaks of seven-colored lightning appeared above their heads.
These three bolts were Taiqing Divine Thunder, Yuqing Divine Thunder, and Shangqing Divine Thunder, inherited from Pangu's Heaven-Opening Divine Thunder.
After Pangu opened the heavens and split the earth, the first divine thunder in the world had rung out, and all things had been born.
This was the manifestation of Pangu's spiritual will.
It possessed the divine might to open the heavens and split the earth, creating all things.
The Three Pure Ones were a portion of Pangu's spiritual imprint, so naturally, they had inherited the Great Dao of Pangu.
The three divine thunders boomed, cleaving through Chaos and evolving three thousand worlds of all sizes, too many to count.
They also destroyed the vast spatial world Dijiang had created. The Three Pure Ones burst through the barrier and returned, divine thunder surrounding them.
Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian joined forces, pointing out a divine thunderbolt that pierced heaven and earth. It shot straight down at Dijiang's head.
"Big Brother, watch out!"
The remaining Ancestral Witches' expressions shifted. With a furious roar, they rushed to help, breaking through the void with every move and joining forces to withstand the pillar-like lightning.
They weren't badly injured, but they were in a sorry state.
Dijiang's expression darkened. Just moments ago, he'd felt a bone-chilling sense of danger. Without his younger brothers and sisters coming to his aid, he would have been gravely injured, if not killed.
"Attack together! Kill the Three Pure Ones!"
He barked coldly, his killing intent surging. A bloody rain of baleful energy fell across the world.
They were done playing around. Now they were serious.
The battle erupted at once. The twelve Ancestral Witches attacked together, and in a single exchange, the Three Pure Ones were nearly beaten to pieces.
The terrifying battle churned up endless winds and clouds.
Sun Star.
Ling Xiao had already leapt to his feet, his gaze fixed on the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He looked from one to another.
It wasn't because he thought they were beautiful or pleasing to the eye.
It was the laws they wielded that opened his eyes.
Although the Chaos Bead contained three thousand laws, he still had to comprehend them bit by bit.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, however, demonstrated the laws firsthand. Paired with the Chaos Bead, they made for an even richer feast.
Strange visions flickered in Ling Xiao's pupils as he recorded the Twelve Ancestral Witches' battle. This was a rare opportunity.
Sparring partners like the Three Pure Ones didn't come along often.
Against ordinary opponents, they'd have been beaten to pulp long ago. There'd have been no need for all twelve Ancestral Witches to join the fight.
"Come on, hold out a little longer."
Ling Xiao cheered the Three Pure Ones on in his heart while focusing on recording and comprehending.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches cultivated the power of laws exclusively. Ordinary cultivators couldn't compare.
Any one of them had mastered their own laws to an astonishing depth.
Ling Xiao stood to gain a great deal from watching.
"Hm? The Three Pure Ones are trying to escape?"
Ling Xiao's gaze shifted. He saw the Three Pure Ones fighting while looking for a chance to break through.
Their stamina... wasn't all that impressive!
The endless void around Mount Buzhou was filled with the aura of destruction.
The Three Pure Ones were disheveled, blood splashing across the void.
Once the Twelve Ancestral Witches got serious, they were terrifying. In a short time, the Three Pure Ones had brushed past death countless times.
If not for the Three Pure Ones Immortal Light protecting them, they'd have been ground to dust long ago.
Running away wasn't exactly honorable, but it was their only way out.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches naturally noticed the Three Pure Ones' intentions and did everything they could to stop them.
"Three Pure Ones, you shameless scoundrels! Do you still dare call yourselves Pangu's Orthodox Lineage?"
"You're so weak, yet you dare borrow Father God's name. How can you show your faces?"
Zhurong sneered.
"How about this? Swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao that from now on, you'll stop using the name of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage to deceive people and sever all ties with Father God. Then we'll let you live."
Dijiang spoke calmly, the hint of a strange smile at the corner of his mouth. It was impossible to tell whether he meant it.
The Three Pure Ones' auras were feeble, but when they heard this, towering fury blazed in their eyes.
"Dream on!"
"You pitiful fools who don't understand the fate of Heaven and Earth—how dare you covet the name of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage?"
"Do you think you're worthy?"
Laozi shouted furiously, borrowing Yuanshi's earlier words. Before this, he'd thought they were a little too harsh.
Now, though, they seemed more than fitting.
"Exactly. What are these so-called Ancestral Witches? To me, they're no different from those hairy, horned beasts." Yuanshi looked arrogant. Even if they beat him to death, he wouldn't change his opinion.
The two made no effort to hide their voices, and their words shook the heavens. The mighty figures watching closely were stunned.
The dispute between the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches over Pangu's Orthodox Lineage had actually reached this point.
"Come to think of it, can an oath to the Heavenly Dao really bind Great God Pangu?"
One mighty figure wondered. For some reason, he felt that the Ancestral Witches had lost their minds—and dragged the Three Pure Ones down with them.
Pangu had split the heavens and earth, then transformed into the boundless Primordial World.
Trying to bind the creator god who had opened the heavens with an oath to the Heavenly Dao—what else could that be but madness?
The Three Pure Ones were fools, too. They could have played along and casually sworn an oath to the Heavenly Dao just to fool the Ancestral Witches. Why insist on fighting them head-on?
"You're courting death. Since you don't value your lives, don't blame us." Dijiang was furious. The killing intent in his eyes ripped through the sky.
He raised a hand and struck. His palm blotted out the sky and sun, vast as a small world, seeking to grind the Three Pure Ones to nothing.
Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian exchanged a glance. Three Pure Ones Immortal Light flowed over their bodies, forming protective laws as they charged forward.
The remaining Ancestral Witches attacked without mercy as well, moving to suppress them with overwhelming force.
Vast divine power made Mount Buzhou tremble. The strength of more than a dozen top-tier Daluo Golden Immortals was impossible to estimate.
The Three Pure Ones were sent flying again and again. Between the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they were like a ball being kicked back and forth.
"Twelve Ancestral Witches, we Three Pure Ones are sworn enemies with you! If I survive today, I'll wipe out your entire clan someday!"
Yuanshi roared, his eyes bloodshot. He was so proud, yet today he was being humiliated in front of everyone.
"Still running your mouth?" Dijiang barked. His fist blazed like a blood-red sun as it crashed into Yuanshi's dharma body.
"Second Brother!" Laozi and Tongtian rushed to his aid, only to be beaten back by the other Ancestral Witches.
"Ah!"
Yuanshi's furious roar shook the heavens and knocked stars from the sky. He flew billions of miles, spitting blood. Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Witch of Time, reversed the flow of time, reached out, and pulled Yuanshi back.
At this sight, the mighty figures watching could only shake their heads. The Twelve Ancestral Witches had joined forces, and even the powerful Three Pure Ones couldn't fight back.
"After this battle, it seems there won't be any Three Pure Ones left in the world."
"The Witch Clan's momentum is too fierce. Who can stop them?"
The mighty figures sighed.
There'll probably be three extra seats at the next lecture in Purple Heaven Palace!
"From now on, Pangu's Orthodox Lineage belongs only to our Witch Clan."
"There will be no more Three Pure Ones!"
Dijiang shouted, announcing it to the world. His voice shook the Eight Desolations, reaching everywhere.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a terrifying aura exploded, enveloping the world in an instant and throwing everything into chaos.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches froze for a moment, sensing that something was wrong. With a sweep of their power, they cleared the world.
They looked again.
There was no sign of the Three Pure Ones anywhere!
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