Ling Xiao: Want to make a move?

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were in a towering rage, but as they fought, the Three Pure Ones suddenly vanished.

What on earth had just exploded?

That distraction had allowed the Three Pure Ones to escape!

"After them! Do not let them get away!"

Qiangliang was the first to react, roaring in fury as he prepared to hunt down the Three Pure Ones.

"Forget it. The Three Pure Ones are full of tricks; it is likely too late to pursue them now. Let them go."

"From this day forth, they no longer have the right to call themselves the orthodox successors of Pangu."

Dijiang raised a hand, halting Qiangliang's advance.

Although the Three Pure Ones had not died, their objective had been largely achieved: to suppress the Three Pure Ones and plunder their fortune. After this battle, all living beings would slowly come to believe that they alone were the true orthodox successors of Pangu.

As defeated foes, the Three Pure Ones were no longer qualified to compete with them.

"Big Brother is right. Let the Three Pure Ones be for now. I do not believe they will never show their faces in the Primordial Land again. When they do, it will not be too late to kill them then."

Zhurong laughed, showing no regard for the Three Pure Ones.

"From now on, East Kunlun at Mount Buzhou belongs to our Witch Clan."

Zhu Jiuyin said in a deep voice. This was the birthplace of the Three Pure Ones, a mountain range connected to Mount Buzhou, stretching endlessly without end.

"Clean up and return to the ancestral land to prevent the Three Pure Ones from causing trouble there," Dijiang commanded.

The Ancestral Witches set into motion.

In a valley within the Primordial Land, three bedraggled Taoists were regulating their breathing.

"Damned beasts! If I do not avenge this, I swear I am no orthodox successor of Pangu!" Tongtian said, seething with rage. The Green Duckweed Sword rested at his waist, its edge gleaming with sharp intent.

"While the Twelve Ancestral Witches are still at Mount Buzhou, why don't we rush to the Witch Clan's ancestral land and seize the Pangu Temple?"

Yuanshi's eyes flickered, shooting out astonishing sparks of fire. Even now, his anger was hard to extinguish; he felt he would burst if he did not vent it.

If they hadn't detonated a gourd just now, they would likely have been decapitated by now.

What a waste of a treasure!

"That is unwise. There is no need to act on a moment of impulse and take such a massive risk. If we are caught by the Ancestral Witches, it will be a narrow escape from death."

Laozi was steady. Though he was filled with rage, he had not lost his reason. To go to the Witch Clan's ancestral land now would be nothing more than throwing their lives away.

Even if they could escape, they would likely face the relentless pursuit of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Find a place to recover from our injuries first, cultivate diligently, and wait for the second sermon at Purple Heaven Palace to begin. Once we have heard the Dao, our cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds. It will not be too late to seek revenge then."

"To think the Three Pure Ones actually got away..."

On the Sun Star, Ling Xiao whispered to himself, sighing with emotion.

Although he had anticipated this outcome, he could not help but feel a bit of regret.

The Three Pure Ones were, after all, beings of great fortune; they were not so easily killed.

Even with the Twelve Ancestral Witches moving in unison and beating them into such a sorry state, they still managed to escape.

One had to admit, their vitality was truly tenacious.

This struggle for the orthodoxy of Pangu appeared to have been won by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but only he knew that they had thoroughly offended the Three Pure Ones.

One day, when the Three Pure Ones attained sainthood, this karma would inevitably be settled.

If things continued this way, the war between the Witches and Demons might evolve into a war between the Witches and the Pure Ones.

As he thought about this, a smile curled the corners of Ling Xiao's lips.

Perfect!

That way, he could stay on the Sun Star with peace of mind and cultivate properly.

"Third Brother, what is so funny?"

Di Jun and Tai Yi approached Ling Xiao, asking with smiles. They had been awakened by the aura of the Ancestral Witches' battle and, finding it pointless to continue cultivating, had come out to see what was happening.

"Nothing, I just remembered something happy," Ling Xiao replied casually.

"Those Ancestral Witches are too strong. It is fortunate we did not agree to Baize's plan to go out and integrate the Ten Thousand Races. Otherwise, if the Twelve Ancestral Witches came knocking, who could withstand them?" Tai Yi looked at the twelve giants walking across the world, speaking with a mix of astonishment and relief.

With his current strength, he could only fight one, and certainly not the strongest among them.

"This is why Third Brother always tells us to cultivate diligently. If you do not see the world outside, you will never know how many beings are stronger than you."

Di Jun seized the opportunity to use Ling Xiao's words to lecture Tai Yi, re-establishing his dignity as an elder brother.

Tai Yi glanced at Di Jun and said with a smirk, "Brother, don't blame me for being blunt, but you are no match for me right now."

Di Jun was struck as if by lightning, nearly losing his composure.

It was truly exhausting.

With two younger brothers who were stronger than the other, he, as the eldest, was ironically the weakest. Where could he even go to reason with such a fate?

He was depressed.

"Don't take it to heart, Big Brother. Even if you are the weakest, you will always be our eldest brother. Tai Yi and I won't look down on you," Ling Xiao teased with a smile.

"Don't stop me! I'm going back into the egg to be remade!"

Di Jun appeared furious on the surface, but he didn't take it to heart; this was merely a daily joke between the three brothers.

Just then, a vast aura permeated the Sun Star.

The smile on Ling Xiao's face gradually faded, his divine eyes shining brightly as he gazed into the distance.

On the vast Eastern Wasteland, a colossal figure that stood between heaven and earth was watching the Sun Star. Those enormous pupils, resembling black holes, radiated endless pressure.

Dijiang!

In an instant, Di Jun and Tai Yi also braced themselves as if facing a great enemy, their expressions turning solemn as they prepared for battle!

"Do you wish to make a move..."

Ling Xiao's expression remained calm, his gaze unfathomably deep as strands of law energy swirled incessantly within his pupils.

Dijiang stared coldly at the Sun Star, which piqued the curiosity of the other Ancestral Witches.

"Big Brother, should we just finish off these three Golden Crows while we're at it?"

Qiangliang asked impatiently, his desire for battle overflowing; he was the type to pick a fight if someone so much as glanced at him.

"I think we can. We've already fought the Three Pure Ones, so adding the Three Crows to the list won't make much difference!"

Zhurong said nonchalantly, his body wreathed in towering flames that incinerated the void.

In his view, these so-called Three Crows were far inferior to the Three Pure Ones; he could handle them all by himself.

"Undeserved reputation!" Zhu Jiuyin also commented with extreme arrogance, his body surrounded by the power of time as fragments of the past and future danced and evolved incessantly.

"Big Brother, spare their lives. They pose no threat to us anyway."

Xuanming said with a smile, the land around her frozen for millions of miles.

She was the only one among the Twelve Ancestral Witches capable of controlling two elemental laws.

The Law of Rain and the Law of Ice.

Although she ranked second to last among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, her strength was among the top tier.

"Sister Xuanming is right. We attacked the Three Pure Ones because of the dispute over who is the true successor of Pangu, giving us a righteous cause. But if we attack the Three Crows without reason, it might provoke the vigilance and resistance of other great powers."

"If other great powers were to unite against our Witch Clan because of this, it would be quite a troublesome affair."

Houtu analyzed calmly, her gaze fixed on the three figures upon the sun.

Dijiang did not respond immediately; he was weighing the pros and cons.

Whether or not to strike!