Nine Yin Peeks into the Future, Heavenly Dao and Hongjun Do Not Tolerate Sorcerers

Primordial World, Mount Buzhou, Pangu Hall.

"That dog-brained Hongjun! We were just a hair's breadth away—just a hair's breadth from wiping out Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor, sweeping away the entire Demon Race, and establishing our absolute dominion over the Primordial World once and for all!"

"Hongjun is truly worthy of being revered by all spirits of the Primordial World as the 'Dao Ancestor.' I feel his strength is definitely above that of an ordinary Sage."

"What is the point of saying all this now? The problem is that even after we deployed our greatest trump card, the Great Array of the Twelve Divine Fiends, and summoned the true form of Father God, we were still no match for Hongjun. If he interferes in our war with the Demon Race again, what are we supposed to do?"

"If you ask me, it's all Hongjun's fault. Why can't he just act like a proper Sage and Dao Ancestor instead of meddling in our war with the Demon Race? I think he's deliberately targeting us Ancestral Witches and the Demon Race!"

"You lot are just boosting others' morale while crushing your own spirit. I say, no matter how strong Hongjun is, we should fight him to the end. At worst, we return to the embrace of Father God. Do you really think we Ancestral Witches are afraid of death?"

"Zhurong, you make it sound so easy, as if Gonggong and the rest of our brothers and sisters are afraid of death. We are all just furious that Hongjun would strike at our Witch Race for no reason!"

"Brothers, stop arguing. The outcome of our Witch Race this time has once again been foreseen by our second brother. What we should be considering now is honoring our original promise: from this day forward, when the Witch Race makes decisions, our second brother shall have the final say!"

It was Houtu who spoke.

As soon as Houtu finished, the previously rowdy Pangu Hall fell into a sudden silence. The gazes of all eleven Ancestral Witches, including Houtu, turned in unison toward the white-robed youth leaning against a stone pillar, silently observing everything in the hall. He was one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Time Ancestral Witch, Zhu Jiuyin.

Unlike the fierce, rugged, and impulsive Ancestral Witches like Dijiang and Zhurong, Zhu Jiuyin stood there quietly, radiating an aura of purity and indifference, yet carrying a hint of something profound and unfathomable.

Seeing Zhu Jiuyin like this, Dijiang, Zhurong, and the others subconsciously frowned.

If not for the sense of closeness and familiarity born from their shared bloodline, Dijiang and the others might have mistaken the Zhu Jiuyin before them for some Mystic Sect cultivator who had infiltrated their ranks.

However, when they recalled how Zhu Jiuyin had bitterly urged them before the battle not to continue competing with the Demon Race—warning that if they kept fighting, Hongjun would surely intervene and all the advantages the Witch Race had gained would be crushed by a single palm of his—they could not help but feel both embarrassed and filled with admiration.

The Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, and finally, Dijiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches, stepped forward. "As the eldest, I will state my position: I accept the loss. From now on, I, Dijiang, will unconditionally follow the advice of our second brother."

Dijiang was the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and one of the strongest among them; once he stepped forward, things became much easier.

Indeed, Zhurong, Gonggong, Jumang, and the other Ancestral Witches followed suit, declaring that they would unconditionally follow the advice of Zhu Jiuyin.

No one knew that seeing his brothers and sisters at this moment, Zhu Jiuyin could not help but sigh in his heart.

Truth be told, that had happened over a hundred epochs ago.

At that time, Zhu Jiuyin had just comprehended the Law of Time to ninety percent. Under the Heavenly Dao, within the Primordial World, anyone who could comprehend a law to ninety percent could break through to the realm of the Golden Immortal of the Origin.

Compared to other laws, the Law of Time was unique, which made Zhu Jiuyin the last of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to reach the Golden Immortal of the Origin realm.

But it was at that critical juncture of his breakthrough that Zhu Jiuyin had accidentally traversed the infinite River of Time, drifting downstream until he reached an era long after the Primordial World.

By a stroke of fate, through fragments of time—a duration that, if calculated by that future point, was less than one-hundred-millionth of a second—Zhu Jiuyin managed to see and finish every book in a library containing millions of volumes. As it happened, there were several high-quality "Primordial World" web novels among them.

When Zhu Jiuyin returned to the Primordial World, his first thought was that some Sage-level entity or even something of a higher order was playing a joke on him.

But immediately after, Zhu Jiuyin understood. As the Orthodox Pangu Lineage, born with the Merit of Opening the Heavens, he knew that even if a Chaos Demon God wanted to strike at him, they would have to face the fact that the Merit of Opening the Heavens repelled all evil and was immune to all damage from spells and techniques under the Great Dao.

At the same time, as the Time Ancestral Witch, Zhu Jiuyin was confident that in terms of his mastery over the Law of Time, the only person in the entire Primordial World who could potentially surpass him was Hongjun.

Thus, Zhu Jiuyin quickly realized that all of this was a fragment of the future he had glimpsed by chance while traversing the infinite time.

Yet, it was precisely because he knew this was not a scheme by some transcendent being, but perhaps a preview of what would truly come to pass, that Zhu Jiuyin felt a chill run through his entire body.

How could it come to this? How could we Ancestral Witches, how could our Witch Race, end up like this!

At that moment, Zhu Jiuyin wanted nothing more than to storm the Purple Cloud Palace and demand of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun why they were targeting the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race so relentlessly.

If others don't know, surely you, the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, know that our Witch Race is nothing more than the janitors of the Primordial World!

Without us Ancestral Witches to purge the Turbid Qi from the earth, the Primordial World would have long since been swallowed by black mists of corruption, with mountains and rivers tainted, spiritual veins withered, and living beings driven to madness and mutual slaughter at the slightest touch!

It is we Ancestral Witches, we of the Witch Race, who have borne the greatest karma from Father God since the opening of the heavens on behalf of all living things. We have swallowed the bitter fruit, yet we have received almost no benefits. And now, we are to be schemed against by the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun until our entire race is nearly wiped out? Is this the heartlessness of the Heavenly Dao? Is this your Dao, Hongjun!

But after his silent roar, Zhu Jiuyin could only offer a bitter smile.

In the eyes of ordinary beings, or even in the eyes of many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and Quasi-Sages, he, Zhu Jiuyin, was a top-tier powerhouse whose strength inspired despair.

But before the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, he was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

If he did not provoke the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, they could only scheme against him, wary of the Merit of Opening the Heavens he possessed.

But if he were to attack the Purple Cloud Palace, committing an act of insubordination and challenging the Heavenly Dao and the Sages, the inevitable result would be his suppression by the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun within the Purple Cloud Palace, where he would remain until the final battle between the Witches and Demons.

Under the Great Dao, the Heavenly Dao cannot be insulted, and the Sages cannot be insulted. This was the iron law of the Primordial World.