The Witch Clan Sacrifices to Pangu, Strange Signs

Dijiang's words immediately left all the Ancestral Witch somewhat bewildered.

It was so sudden, I didn't even have time to react.

"We worship the Father God and pray for blessings. Heavenly Dao bestows merit upon the demon race, and I believe the Father God will also bestow blessings upon the Witch Clan!"

Dijiang said in a deep voice, his expression extremely serious and solemn, even with a hint of fanaticism.

"Very well! Worshipping the Father God is what we should do!"

"Let's go, let's go! There's no time to lose, let's go now!"

The Ancestral Witch immediately echoed their agreement without a single objection. On such matters, they never disagreed and always gave their absolute support.

"Speaking of which, where are we supposed to go to offer sacrifices? This entire Primordial World was created by the Father God," Qiangliang asked, expressing his confusion.

"Nonsense, of course it's Mount Buzhou. Mount Buzhou is the embodiment of the Father God's spine, and it best represents the Father God's indomitable will."

"And it's right in front of the door, so it's convenient to offer sacrifices!" Xuanming immediately said.

Upon hearing this, the other Ancestral Witch nodded in agreement, looking at Qiangliang with strange expressions, as if he were the only one unaware of the truth.

"What kind of looks are those? I was just asking, is that not allowed?" Qiangliang said, feigning guilt.

Dijiang glanced at the assembled Ancestral Witch and commanded, "Gather the people of each tribe and proceed to Mount Buzhou to jointly worship the Father God!"

"Yes, elder brother!" the remaining Eleven Ancestral Witches replied.

Immediately afterwards, the Ancestral Witch left the Pangu Temple and returned to their respective tribes to gather their people.

Today, the Twelve Ancestral Witches tribes are all located around Mount Buzhou, very close to it.

Soon, tens of millions of shamans, led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, marched in a mighty procession toward Mount Buzhou.

Behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches were outstanding Great Witch from various tribes who distinguished themselves in the tens of thousands of years of warfare, and whose prestige within the entire Witch Clan was second only to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The Great Witch such as Chiyou, Xingtian, Dayi Yi, Kuafu, and Jiufeng had already reached the level of the Daluo Golden Immortal. Their combat power was extraordinary, and they were invincible in the Witch-Demon War and demons, slaying countless demons.

A mighty force shook the earth, and countless shamans gathered together, their combined aura vast and boundless, tearing through the void, leaving the sky cloudless for billions of miles, shrouded in malevolent energy.

The massive bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches shook the mountains and rivers, their malevolent aura soaring and dancing in the air like true dragons.

Among the Ancestral Witch, Houtu saw that Gonggong looked unhappy and seemed not to have recovered from what had just happened, so she went up to him and tried to comfort him.

"Brother, are you still worried about what happened earlier?"

She felt it necessary to talk to Gonggong, otherwise keeping it to herself would create a rift between the brothers in the future.

"Of course!" Gonggong answered frankly, without any intention of hiding anything, and readily admitted it.

He is the Ancestral Witch of water, but his personality is as fierce as fire!

Houtu smiled helplessly and explained, "Brother, Zhurong said that for your own good, don't take it to heart."

"Sister, you don't need to speak up for him. What do you mean by 'for my own good'? He just wants to make me unhappy!" Gonggong said coldly.

"That's not how it is. I understand you want revenge, but now is not a good time. You may not know that during your slumber, some unexpected things happened."

"Take the Three Crows of the Sun Star, for example. Do you know that Ling Xiao, who defeated you in the past, was merely an avatar? Even though our strength has greatly increased now, it's not a good time for revenge."

"Not long ago, the demon race established the Demon Script, which greatly increased the fortune and strength of the entire Demon Race Fortune. If we rashly attack the Golden Crow, we may give the demon race an opportunity to take advantage of us!"

Houtu patiently explained, not wanting Gonggong to harbor any resentment because of this.

"What? A clone? The one who defeated us on Three Immortal Islands was just a clone of Ling Xiao?"

Gonggong was shocked. Upon hearing this news, he felt a chill run down his spine. If even a clone could be so powerful, how strong must the main body be?

Thinking about this, he seemed to understand why no of his brothers had responded when he said he was going to tear the Golden Crow apart with his bare hands.

In the past, they would have already been yelling and shouting at him to join in.

No wonder it's so stable!

Thinking about it this way, this grudge isn't so easy to avenge.

"My brother's idea is to defeat the demon race first, strengthen our cultivation, and then deal with the Three Crows. This is the safest approach."

Houtu further explained.

Hearing this, Gonggong finally understood; the memories lost during his tens of thousands of years of slumber were gradually becoming clear.

The current situation is already clear!

However, despite understanding the situation, Zhurong's attitude earlier still left him somewhat dissatisfied.

Gonggong did not say it outright, but buried this dissatisfaction in his heart.

Soon, the Twelve Ancestral Witches led their people to the Mount Buzhou.

Gazing upon the majestic and Mount Buzhou, a pillar supporting the heavens, Dijiang spoke in a loud voice, his Daoist pronouncements resounding in all directions.

"Father God above, today Dijiang leads the descendants of the Father God to offer sacrifices!"

As soon as the words fell, the remaining Eleven Ancestral Witches shouted in unison, and then tens of millions of witches bowed down to Mount Buzhou, which was formed from the Pangu's Spine.

They do not worship the Heavenly Dao, nor do they worship Sage; they only venerate Pangu.

Then, a Great Witch prepared offerings: the corpses of powerful demons and colossal beasts tens of thousands of feet long, which were displayed one by one in Mount Buzhou. Hundreds of millions of the Witch Clan chanted ancient words and performed a mysterious ritual.

Centered on Mount Buzhou, this immense commotion spread throughout the heavens Eight Desolations, swept across the boundless land, and echoed in the vast deep space.

In an instant, many powerful beings in the eastern part of the Primordial World were attracted by this grand spectacle, and when they saw the actions of the Witch Clan, they burst out laughing.

"Is the Witch Clan imitating the Demon Clan? The Demon Clan established the Demon Script and received rewards of Heavenly Dao Merit. Now the Witch Clan has also begun to worship the Great God Pangu, trying to obtain Pangu's protection?"

"The fact that the demon race received the reward of Heavenly Dao Merit may have put pressure on the Witch Clan, which is why they wanted to worship Pangu. After all, in the eyes of the Ancestral Witch, Pangu is superior to everything; he is their heaven!"

The Sun Star.

Not long after Ling Xiao absorbed the fragments of the Law of Wood, he was alerted by the commotion caused by the Witch Clan.

Seeing countless shamans worshipping and offering sacrifices to Mount Buzhou, a glint of light flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, as dazzling as stars falling into them.

After Pangu created the world and died, his body transformed into the Primordial World. Theoretically, although he died, he did not die completely; he simply lived on in another form.

Mount Buzhou, being the embodiment of his spine, is of paramount importance. It remains to be seen whether the Witch Clan's sacrificial ceremony will elicit any unusual reactions.

After all, the Witch Clan's reverence for Pangu was unparalleled in the entire Primordial World, and their worship might truly bring them the invisible protection of the Great God Pangu.

Ling Xiao thought to himself, watching the Witch Clan's sacrificial ceremony with great interest.

Soon, the Witch Clan's worship ceremony was drawing to a close.

Just then, a desolate, Eternal aura emanated from Mount Buzhou, extremely vast and supreme.