The Three Pure Ones Take Revenge, Ling Xiao Seeks to Comprehend the Laws of the Twelve Ancestral Witches

"Let's take back our dojo first, then decide what to do next."

Laozi spoke, a shrewd glint in his eyes.

"If we take back our dojo and the Twelve Ancestral Witches don't make a move, that means they're afraid. Then we'll attack their ancestral lands!"

"Good! Let's do it!"

Yuanshi and Tongtian both agreed at once.

At the thought of avenging their past humiliation, they couldn't help laughing with delight.

Without another moment's delay, they set off for East Kunlun on Mount Buzhou.

Ever since the Three Pure Ones' Dojo on East Kunlun had been taken by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, two Great Witches had been stationed there.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had a purpose in doing this.

They were baiting the Three Pure Ones.

They wanted to lure the Three Pure Ones into reclaiming their dojo, then have all twelve descend together and finish them off once and for all.

It was much easier than searching the whole world for the Three Pure Ones.

But the Three Pure Ones weren't fools. Before they had overwhelming strength, they hadn't even considered taking back their dojo.

But things were different now.

That day,

three terrifying auras suddenly descended upon East Kunlun. The Great Witches guarding the place sprang to their feet in alarm.

"Three Pure Ones, you dare come back!?" one Great Witch bellowed, full of courage.

"Guard dogs of the mountain, you dare yap at us?" Yuanshi's gaze shifted. Two beams of Destruction shot forth, melting the two Great Witches and annihilating them completely.

Then he raised a hand and cleared the area, wiping out all the Witch soldiers.

Back in their long-lost dojo, Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian felt deeply satisfied. They sighed with emotion, feeling as though their very presence had been elevated.

Their fortune was on the rise. This was where they had been born, after all, and it held great significance to them.

"Now we'll see whether that pitiful lot dares to show up!" Yuanshi sneered, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches may not know we've broken through yet. If they really do come, we'll give them a surprise."

Laozi said with a genial smile, then sat cross-legged on his cushion to meditate.

"We can't let our guard down. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches have also reached the Quasi-Sage realm, won't we be in trouble?" Tongtian said, spreading his hands with a half-joking air.

As soon as he said this, Yuanshi immediately objected.

"Impossible. Those incomplete, innate barbarians won't break through so easily. Even if one or two of them do, we have nothing to fear."

"Back then, when we were at the same level, they only had the advantage of numbers. Otherwise, how could they have been our match?"

Yuanshi looked down on them. He had never held the Twelve Ancestral Witches in high regard.

In his eyes, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were no different from those lowly creatures born of dampness and hatched from eggs, covered in fur and scales.

Tongtian nodded without arguing. His second brother was always so extreme. He wanted to offer a different opinion, but was afraid Yuanshi would take offense, so he simply kept quiet.

"They're here!"

Laozi suddenly stood up, his expression grave.

The Witch Clan's territory was already close by, so the Twelve Ancestral Witches wouldn't need long to reach them.

"Just in time!"

Yuanshi's face lit up. He was eager for a fight, with revenge right before him.

A short while later,

Boom!

A deafening roar shook the entire mountain range. The twelve godlike forms of the Ancestral Witches had already surrounded Mount Buzhou.

Their surging baleful aura instantly changed the color of heaven and earth.

Gale winds howled, the sky darkened, and all kinds of laws surged.

"Three Pure Ones, we spared your lives back then. Who would've thought you'd come back to die?" Dijiang said with a sneer.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian walked out of their dojo and into the air as if no one else were there, utterly composed.

"Heh. You think you're worthy? Pitiful creatures, incomplete from birth, still living in the past?"

Yuanshi opened with a vicious blow, his words dripping with mockery. At once, the smiles vanished from the Twelve Ancestral Witches' faces, leaving only deep-seated killing intent.

Ten thousand years apart, and Yuanshi's mouth was still as foul as ever!

"Yuanshi, I'll tear you to pieces with my own hands in a moment. You'll regret saying that!" Xuanming said coldly.

Rain began to fall between heaven and earth, then froze into ice. The grass and trees withered, and the land grew barren.

"I'd like to see what you learned at Purple Heaven Palace to make you so arrogant."

Dijiang's gaze turned cold. He no longer hid his cultivation; the power of a Quasi-Sage burst forth, and the force of his laws shattered the void.

"Dijiang, you've reached the Quasi-Sage realm?"

Laozi remained calm, though the sight was hardly surprising. Dijiang was the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. It would have been strange if he hadn't broken through.

They had nothing to fear from one Quasi-Sage. At the same level of cultivation, Laozi was confident he was inferior to no one.

"Heh. If even shameless people like the three of you could break through, how could I fail to?" Dijiang sneered.

"You knew we'd reached the Quasi-Sage realm?" The Three Pure Ones' expressions shifted, turning grave. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew they had broken through and still dared to come, what did that mean?

"Knowing how cautious you are, why would you come back for revenge if you hadn't broken through?" Dijiang said calmly, no longer bothering to keep up the act.

"Stop pretending. Show us your cultivation!"

At his words, the Three Pure Ones' expressions changed. In the next moment, several vast auras spread out, shaking heaven and earth.

The auras around Zhu Jiuyin, Xuanming, and Jumang changed. They had already stepped into the Quasi-Sage realm. (The Twelve Ancestral Witches cultivated their physical bodies and the power of laws, so they could also be called Primordial Origin Golden Immortals.)

"Four Quasi-Sages!?" The Three Pure Ones looked grim. At last, they understood why the Twelve Ancestral Witches had dared to come.

"Afraid now? Too late!"

Dijiang let out a long roar that sent stars tumbling. The Twelve Ancestral Witches attacked as one, charging at Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.

The Three Pure Ones immediately brought out their magic treasures, surrounding themselves with immortal light. They didn't meet the attack head-on. Instead, they joined forces to strike at the Ancestral Witches who hadn't reached the Quasi-Sage realm.

"You shameless beasts! Pay with your lives!" Zhu Jiuyin twisted the flow of time, raising his hand to unleash the Great Divine Ability of Time and Years at the Three Pure Ones.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian were at a disadvantage, but they were no longer as helpless as the first time. Their plan was simple: target the weakest Ancestral Witches first. If they could kill even one, that would be one less to deal with.

Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the other two Ancestral Witches had to protect the rest, who were weaker. For a time, they really couldn't do much against the Three Pure Ones.

On the Sun Star, Ling Xiao was awakened by the aura of battle. He gazed toward Mount Buzhou and immediately grinned.

"Well, well! The Three Pure Ones are back to be my sparring partners?"

The last time the Three Pure Ones fought the Ancestral Witches, he had watched for a long time and comprehended the Law of Thunder.

He hadn't expected them to start fighting again.

"Perfect."

Ling Xiao said with a smile, his eyes gleaming as he spread his divine sense and sensed the power of the laws radiating from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

At the same time, he didn't forget to take in the Chaos Bead along with it.

Practical experience and theory.

A thought suddenly came to him.

"What would happen if I mastered all the laws of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"