Ling Xiao: Want to fight?

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were furious. In the middle of the fight, the Three Pure Ones suddenly vanished.

What had just exploded?

That explosion had distracted them and let the Three Pure Ones escape!

"After them! We can't let them get away!"

Qiangliang reacted at once, roaring in fury as he prepared to pursue the Three Pure Ones.

"Forget it. The Three Pure Ones are full of tricks. It's probably too late to chase them now. Let them go."

"From this day on, they no longer have the right to call themselves the Pangu Orthodox Lineage."

Dijiang raised a hand, stopping Qiangliang.

The Three Pure Ones hadn't died, but they had more or less achieved their goal: suppressing them and seizing their providence. After this battle, all living beings would gradually come to believe that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were the true Pangu Orthodox Lineage.

As their defeated opponents, the Three Pure Ones no longer had the standing to compete with them.

"Elder Brother is right. We'll let the Three Pure Ones go for now. I refuse to believe they'll never show their faces in the Primordial World again. We can kill them when they do."

Zhurong said with a laugh, not taking the Three Pure Ones seriously.

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

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

"Clean up here, then hurry back to the ancestral land. We must keep the Three Pure Ones from causing trouble there," Dijiang ordered.

The Ancestral Witches sprang into action.

In a valley on the Primordial Land, three battered Daoists sat recovering.

"Damn beasts! I swear I won't rest until I've avenged this. I'll be no Pangu Orthodox Lineage otherwise!" Tongtian said furiously, the Green Duckweed Sword resting at his waist, its edge gleaming.

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

Yuanshi's eyes flashed, blazing with fury. Even now, his anger refused to die down. He had to vent it.

If they hadn't detonated a Gourd just now, they would have lost their heads by now.

What a waste of a treasure!

"Unwise. There's no point risking so much just to vent our anger. If the Ancestral Witches catch us, we'll have almost no chance of survival."

Laozi was levelheaded. Though he was angry, he hadn't lost his reason. Going to the Witch Clan Ancestral Land now would be tantamount to throwing their lives away.

Even if they managed to escape, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would hunt them down without mercy.

"Let's find somewhere to recover from our injuries and cultivate in peace. We'll wait for the second lecture at the Purple Heaven Palace. Once we've heard the Dao, our cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds. We can take revenge then."

"The Three Pure Ones actually managed to escape..."

On the Sun Star, Ling Xiao murmured to himself, sighing with mixed feelings.

He had expected this outcome, but he still couldn't help feeling wistful.

The Three Pure Ones were blessed with tremendous providence. They weren't so easy to kill.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had all joined forces and beaten them to a pulp, yet they'd still gotten away.

One had to admit, they were astonishingly tenacious.

At first glance, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had won this battle over the Pangu Orthodox Lineage. But only Ling Xiao knew they had thoroughly made enemies of the Three Pure Ones.

One day, when the Three Pure Ones became Sages, they would surely settle this karmic debt.

If that happened, the Witch-Demon War might turn into a war between the Witches and the Three Pure Ones.

As he thought about it, a faint smile curled at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth.

Perfect!

That way, he could stay on the Sun Star in peace and focus on his cultivation.

"Third Brother, what's so funny?"

Di Jun and Tai Yi came over to Ling Xiao, smiling as they asked. The aura of the Ancestral Witches' battle had roused them from cultivation, so they'd decided to come out and see what was happening.

"Nothing. I just thought of something amusing," Ling Xiao replied casually.

"These Ancestral Witches are incredibly powerful. Good thing we didn't agree to Baize's proposal to unite the Ten Thousand Races. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches came knocking, who could stand against them?" Tai Yi said, astonished and relieved as he watched the twelve towering giants stride across the world.

With his current strength, he could only fight one of them—and not even the strongest.

"That's why Third Brother always tells us to cultivate properly. If you never see the outside world, you won't know how many beings out there are stronger than you."

Di Jun seized the chance to use Ling Xiao's words to lecture Tai Yi and reclaim some of his elder-brotherly dignity.

Tai Yi glanced at Di Jun and said with a grin, "Elder Brother, don't take this the wrong way, but you're no match for me now."

Di Jun felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, nearly losing his composure.

It was exhausting.

Each of his younger brothers was stronger than the last, while he, their elder brother, was the weakest. Where could he go to seek justice?

He was depressed.

"Elder Brother, don't take it to heart. You may be the weakest, but you'll always be our elder brother. Tai Yi and I won't look down on you," Ling Xiao added with a teasing smile.

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

Di Jun looked furious, but he didn't take it to heart. This was just how the three brothers joked with each other.

Just then, a vast, overwhelming aura spread across the Sun Star.

The smile gradually vanished from Ling Xiao's face. His divine eyes gleamed as he gazed into the distance.

On the Eastern Wasteland, a giant that seemed to prop up the sky was watching the Sun Star. Its enormous pupil was like a black hole, radiating endless pressure.

Dijiang!

At once, Di Jun and Tai Yi also braced for battle, their expressions solemn as they prepared to fight.

"Want to fight?"

Ling Xiao's expression remained calm, his gaze unfathomably deep. Streams of law power swirled in his pupils.

Dijiang stared coldly at the Sun Star, drawing the other Ancestral Witches' curiosity.

"Elder Brother, should we take care of those three Golden Crows while we're at it?"

Qiangliang asked impatiently, his urge to fight surging. If you looked at him, he wanted to beat you up.

"I think we should. We've already fought the Three Pure Ones. One more group of three won't make much difference!"

Zhurong said lightly, flames blazing around him, scorching the void.

In his eyes, these so-called Three Crows were far weaker than the Three Pure Ones. He could handle all three by himself.

"Undeserved reputation!" Zhu Jiuyin judged them just as arrogantly. The power of time surrounded him, fragments of time swirling as past and future played out without end.

"Elder Brother, spare their lives. They're no threat to us anyway."

Xuanming said with a smile. The land around her lay frozen for tens of thousands of miles.

She was the only Ancestral Witch among the Twelve who could wield two elemental laws:

the Law of Rain and the Law of Ice.

Though she ranked second from the bottom among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, she was among the strongest in terms of ability.

"Elder Sister Xuanming is right. We attacked the Three Pure Ones over the dispute about the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, so we had a legitimate reason. But if we attack the Three Crows without cause, we may stir the vigilance and resistance of other powerful beings."

"If those powerful beings unite against our Witch Clan because of this, it'll become a serious problem."

Houtu analyzed the situation calmly, gazing toward the three figures on the Sun Star.

Dijiang didn't answer immediately. He was weighing the pros and cons.

Should they attack or not?