Pangu Will? The Three Pure Ones Are Moved

Suddenly, a vast and boundless aura emanated from Mount Buzhou, supreme and immense, permeating the heavens Eight Desolations and spreading throughout the Primordial Land.

This aura came quickly and went quickly, like Qingfeng brushing past the group of the Witch Clan, especially lingering on the Twelve Ancestral Witches for a moment before disappearing again.

"This is... the aura of the Father God?"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were stunned, staring blankly at Mount Buzhou. In a daze, they seemed to see a towering figure looking down at them from above, with endless loving eyes on his face.

"Really?"

They couldn't believe it; it felt like a dream, and they were so shocked they were petrified.

Dijiang trembled with excitement. He hadn't expected that after his worship, the Father God Pangu would actually respond.

Just now, after being touched by that aura, he felt his mind suddenly become clear, as if he had grasped something.

He could sense that this was a gift from the Father God Pangu.

"Father God! Qiangliang kowtows to you!" The Ancestral Witch Qiangliang came to his senses and excitedly kowtowed repeatedly, making the earth tremble and crack.

He shared the same feeling as Dijiang, as if he had suddenly gained enlightenment.

In an instant, all the Ancestral Witch and tens of millions of other witches were worshipping incessantly, becoming even more fanatical.

The vast aura emanating from Mount Buzhou was felt by all living beings in the Primordial World.

At Mount Yujing, the Three Pure Ones stood up from their prayer mats, shocked, and looked towards Mount Buzhou with expressions of astonishment and doubt.

"Brother, was that the aura of Father God Pangu just now?" Yuanshi asked with a Yuanshi expression, his eyes revealing deep disbelief and distrust.

Could it be that the Father God Pangu is still alive?

"It should be!" Laozi said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing as he stared in the direction of Mount Buzhou, his face expressionless.

"So, those pathetic creatures of the Witch Clan might have received benefits and gifts from Father God Pangu?"

Yuanshi said coldly, his words revealing deep anger. How could those pathetic creatures of the Witch Clan receive a gift from Father God Pangu? What right did they have?

"It's highly likely. Who would have thought that the Witch Clan's worship of Mount Buzhou could actually move the will of Father God Pangu!"

Laozi said that this was something he hadn't expected; the seemingly foolish actions of the Witch Clan would actually elicit a wisp of the will of the Father God Pangu.

He wasn't truly foolish enough to believe that this aura signified the resurrection of Father God Pangu.

It is highly probable that Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of the Father God Pangu, and that a trace of his will that has not yet dissipated is hidden within it.

"What should we do if the Witch Clan has truly received a gift from Father God Pangu?"

Yuanshi asked in a deep voice, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"As the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, we should naturally inherit everything from our Father God!"

"How about we find an opportunity to visit the Witch Clan?"

Yuanshi asked tentatively, and Laozi paused for a moment without speaking.

Tongtian hesitated for a moment, glanced at his two elder brothers' reactions, and already knew the answer in his heart. In the end, he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Even Ling Xiao, the Sun Star, was surprised by his own guess.

"A wisp of Pangu's undying will?"

Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches worshipping so frantically, he suddenly became curious.

Could it be that Pangu's will truly benefited the Witch Clan?

The aura just now could only be described as a trace of Pangu's will, an instinct, but even so, it might have granted the Witch Clan some opportunities.

"Speaking of which... was that aura really Pangu just now?" Ling Xiao suddenly had another strange thought.

"Forget it, it's none of my business. I should just focus on my cultivation!"

He chuckled and began cultivating in a meditative state. The situation between the demon race and the Witch Clan was becoming increasingly tense, and they might fight to the bitter end any day.

During this time, he must quickly achieve the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal to deal with any possible changes.

At Mount Buzhou, the Witch Clan experienced a frenzied worship ceremony that shook the heavens and the earth, and it took a long time for the commotion to subside.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately rushed back to the Pangu Temple.

"Did you also receive instructions from the Father God?" Dijiang looked around and asked impatiently.

The Ancestral Witch exchanged glances and nodded heavily, their eyes filled with surprise and delight.

Some of the Ancestral Witch thought that only they had it, but little did they know that all twelve of them had it.

For example, Qiangliang kowtowed so diligently because he thought he was the most beloved child of the Father God.

After all that, it turns out all twelve of them have it.

"From what I sense, this is very likely some kind of formation, requiring the twelve of us to work together!"

Dijiang continued, "Just now, I carefully considered it, and with his intelligence, it wasn't difficult for him to discover this."

"That's right, I feel the same way!" Zhu Jiuyin said, his calm words revealing a hint of excitement.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were already invincible, and now, with the additional gifts from the Father God, how could they possibly be allowed to rise to power?

"Hehe, the Duke of the East didn't lie to me. The Witch Clan's method of becoming a saint involves two things: worship and collecting the blessings left by the Father God. Now that we have received the Father God's gifts, we can proceed to the next step."

Dijiang said with a smile, his smile showing satisfaction with the Duke of the East, who was sensible and hadn't lied to him.

Houtu's eyes flickered Houtu hearing Dijiang's words; in truth, she had always had doubts about the method of achieving sainthood that Duke of the East had described.

But now that one method has been implemented, there's not much more to say!

This proves that it is indeed useful.

"Brother, what should we do next?" one of the Ancestral Witch asked impatiently. The gift from the Father God had greatly boosted his confidence. His excited heart, trembling hands, and boundless brute force had nowhere to go.

A startling smile spread across Dijiang's lips as he said, "Naturally, we must collect the legacy of the Father God!"

"Okay! Let's do it this way!"

"Where should we begin?"

This statement was met with unanimous approval from all the Ancestral Witch.

If you asked them to attack Purple Heaven Palace right now, they probably wouldn't hesitate at all; it's pure passion!

"I propose that we first shoot down the Lunar Star and Sun Star, for they are the eyes of the Father God, and their significance is immense!" Jumang carrying a certain element of personal revenge.

"Since we are going to collect the legacy of the Father God, we should start from scratch. The Taiyin are indeed a good choice!"

His suggestion was immediately endorsed by the vast majority of the Ancestral Witch. In the past, they had lost three brothers, but now that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had reunited, who in the entire Primordial World could be their match?

"Brother, I think we can slow down the process with the Taiyin. The Golden Crow of the Sun Star is not easy to deal with, so we should proceed step by step. If we force them to the side of the demon race, it will be a big problem."

Houtu once again stood up to voice her opposition. She felt that the Three Crows of the Sun Star were not so easy to defeat, and that rashly taking action might lead to trouble.

"Sister, you're overthinking it!" one of the Ancestral Witch said with a smile, not taking it to heart.

Then, all the Ancestral Witch looked at Dijiang, waiting for their elder brother to give instructions.