Ancestral Witches vs. Three Pure Ones, Hongjun Explodes Again

"I say, Second Brother, this is where you're in the wrong. You clearly don't trust the bonds of blood between us Ancestral Witches. This makes your younger brother feel a bit sad!"

Qiangliang pointed at himself, his tone laced with playful teasing, though his face held a sincere smile.

"That's right, Second Brother, how could you underestimate the ties between us Ancestral Witches!" Zhurong followed up with a wide grin.

"Second Brother, we all understand that the Great Dao Merit we received this time was actually something Father God deposited with the Great Dao for us long ago. The fact that you could obtain so much merit proves that everything you have gained today was already arranged by Father God."

Houtu was truly Houtu; compared to the other Ancestral Witches, her perspective was far more rational.

"Approved by Father God and bestowed by the Great Dao—what an honor this is. As your brothers and sisters, how could we harbor such petty thoughts? Second Brother, this time you have truly underestimated us!"

In the end, Dijiang had the final say.

In fact, Dijiang had effectively set the narrative for Zhu Jiuyin obtaining thirty percent of the Great Dao Merit and the Chaos Spiritual Treasure.

What did "approved by Father God and bestowed by the Great Dao" mean?

Once these eight words were spoken, let alone the Witch Race, no creature in the entire Primordial World dared to raise the slightest objection.

In principle, any creature could raise an objection to any matter.

But the problem was, the principle now rested with Zhu Jiuyin!

Watching the Ancestral Witches exchange words, settling the matter of Zhu Jiuyin exclusively receiving thirty percent of the Great Dao Merit and the Chaos Spiritual Treasure bestowed by the Great Dao in just a few sentences—without a single one of the twelve Ancestral Witches blushing or even catching their breath, as if what Zhu Jiuyin had obtained was merely a blade of spiritual grass plucked from the roadside—many great powers were truly unable to hold it together.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Yuanshi truly jumped up this time: "This is Great Dao Merit! This is a Chaos Spiritual Treasure! With such priceless spiritual objects and treasures, the Ancestral Witches just let Zhu Jiuyin take them all? This is absolutely impossible!"

"Right, I've got it! They must know that their every move is under the scrutiny of many great powers, so they don't want to argue in front of outsiders. I suspect that once they return to the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race or the Great Thousand World they just opened up, they will definitely start arguing again!"

Yuanshi truly could not believe that there were creatures in this world who valued so-called blood ties more than supreme spiritual treasures.

This was a difference in cognition.

In the eyes of the Ancestral Witches, the eight words "blood ties, arranged by Father God" outweighed everything. But for other creatures, in the face of Great Dao Merit and Chaos Spiritual Treasures, forget about brothers—even one's own son could be killed!

More importantly, for an expert like Yuanshi, whose cultivation had reached the extreme and who was already a Quasi-Sage at the mid-stage having severed two corpses, changing his cognition was harder than leveling Kunlun Mountain!

Because the higher a creature's cultivation, the more stubborn they became.

Or rather, it was precisely because they were stubborn to the extreme that they could possess such high cultivation.

Without obsession, there is no path to greatness.

Just like Yuanshi now, when a situation truly conflicted with his cognition, he would not think he was wrong; instead, he would subconsciously believe there must be a problem with the situation.

Even if the whole world told him he was wrong one day, he would still feel that it was not he who was wrong, but the world itself.

Seeing Yuanshi's somewhat crazed appearance, Tongtian, however, smiled.

"Enough, Second Senior Brother. Since you believe the Ancestral Witches are acting, then let's just treat it as if they are acting."

"However, I no longer wish to continue the act between you and me. From this day forward, let us, the Three Pure Ones, go our separate ways!"

As his voice fell, Tongtian did not even take the High-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure he had won from Yuanshi and left Kunlun Mountain directly.

"Eldest Senior Brother, look at Tongtian, what kind of behavior is this? Does he still have any respect for you as Eldest Senior Brother or me as Second Senior Brother! How insolent!"

Yuanshi looked at Laozi indignantly, hoping that Laozi would stand on his side as he had before.

Unexpectedly, Laozi's heart trembled at this moment.

With Tongtian here before, Yuanshi's attention was mainly focused on him. Now that Tongtian has left, won't Yuanshi trouble me all day long?

Forget it, forget it. It seems the separation of the Three Pure Ones is a foregone conclusion. Since Tongtian has left, I might as well leave too.

Thinking of this, Laozi said: "It seems that under the great trend of the Heavenly Dao, we, the Three Pure Ones, are destined to separate. Since that is the case, I shall take my leave as well."

"As for this Kunlun Mountain, I leave it to you."

At this moment, Yuanshi's expression was complex to the extreme.

There was the anger of being abandoned by his brothers, the joy of exclusively occupying Kunlun Mountain—a top-tier blessed land of the Primordial World—and a trace of melancholy that the Three Pure Ones had thus parted ways.

"Eldest Senior Brother, why must it come to this!"

Seeing Yuanshi like this, Laozi could not help but sigh.

"There is no need for such childish gestures. The great trend of the Heavenly Dao is as it is; if we must separate, then let us separate!"

After speaking, Laozi stepped onto a cloud and drifted away gracefully.

Only Yuanshi remained alone on Kunlun Mountain, appearing quite solitary.

The Three Pure Ones were of such vital importance to the Primordial World.

Therefore, the moment the Three Pure Ones officially separated, the Heavenly Dao sensed it.

The Heavenly Dao sensed it and immediately issued a warning to Hongjun.

"What, the Three Pure Ones have separated?!"

At this moment, Hongjun's composure nearly shattered again.

Originally, seeing that there was no conflict between the Ancestral Witches, not even a single argument, Hongjun felt quite disappointed.

He couldn't help but wonder why Zhu Jiuyin's luck was so incredibly good.

Yet, before he could finish his lamentations and jealousy, the Heavenly Dao informed him that work had arrived: the Three Pure Ones had split up!

Hongjun hurriedly shifted his perspective, casting his perception toward Kunlun Mountain.

For Hongjun, it did not matter whether the Three Pure Ones remained on Kunlun Mountain; what mattered was whether the unique, unified luck that belonged to the Three Pure Ones had changed.

The next second, Hongjun's face turned black!

The terrifying, unified luck of the Three Pure Ones, which had originally blotted out the sky and covered the entire region, had now completely dispersed and split into three.

In the Primordial World, luck represented everything.

From this perspective, the Three Pure Ones had truly and definitively split up.

Bang!

Hongjun could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed a High-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure-level Jade Ruyi from his hand and smashed it violently against the floor of the Purple Heaven Palace.

"Bastards, how could you split up? How could the Three Pure Ones split up!"

"It's shameful, truly shameful! The Ancestral Witches remain brotherly and respectful even when faced with Great Dao Merit and Chaos Spiritual Treasures, yet you Three Pure Ones, at the slightest disagreement, decide to break apart. You are truly my fine disciples, Hongjun's disciples indeed!"