Disrespect Pangu? The Witch Race are Fools Going Against the Tide

"Lie flat?"

This was a new term, one that had never appeared in the Primordial World before.

So, including Houtu, everyone was waiting for Zhu Jiuyin's explanation.

"What we call 'lying flat' means that from now on, whether we Ancestral Witches or the Witch Race, we will no longer concern ourselves with the right and wrong outside the Ancestral Land."

"Whether it's the struggle with the Demon Race, or dominating the Primordial World, or even absorbing the Turbid Qi of the earth, we Ancestral Witches will not do it anymore. Whoever wants it can have it. We Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race are done serving!"

This statement was earth-shattering!

Zhurong, being hot-tempered, immediately retorted, "Absorbing the Turbid Qi of the earth is an obligation entrusted to us Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race by Father God. If we do this, we will be defying Father God's will!"

As expected, this remark caused even Dijiang and Houtu to show hesitation.

In the Witch Race, the word "Pangu" represented the highest will!

However, after reading millions of modern books, Zhu Jiuyin was no longer the Zhu Jiuyin he once was.

"Obligation? Based on what?"

"The Three Pure Ones are also direct blood descendants of Pangu; why don't they have to bear this obligation?"

"The Heavenly Dao and Hongjun are the de facto controllers of the Primordial World; why don't they have to bear this obligation?"

"You are questioning Father God!" Gonggong stepped forward, shouting angrily.

"Can't Father God be questioned? Does Father God represent absolute truth? If Father God were truly always right, then Father God should be standing before us now, telling us how to proceed!"

"Scoundrel, I'll beat some sense into you!"

Qiangliang, Gonggong, and Zhurong, three Ancestral Witches, attacked Zhu Jiuyin without a word.

"Afraid of you?"

Instantly, within Pangu Hall, the three laws of thunder, fire, and water, along with the Law of Time, began to clash wildly. Zhu Jiuyin and the three Ancestral Witches Qiangliang, Gonggong, and Zhurong also revealed their True Forms of the Ancestral Witch, on the verge of a great battle.

"Scoundrels, how dare you four fight in Pangu Hall? Do you still have Father God in your eyes, or me, your elder brother!"

Dijiang, seeing the four Ancestral Witches about to engage in a free-for-all, and the other Ancestral Witches quickly forming two camps, became furious.

If this continued, the Witch Race would split from within before the Demon Race could even attack.

"How can this be allowed!"

Dijiang's heart surged with anger, and he let out a roar.

As expected, upon hearing this, Qiangliang, Gonggong, and Zhurong immediately stopped their attacks.

Seeing this, Zhu Jiuyin also retracted his laws and true form.

Immediately after, Zhu Jiuyin glanced behind him and understood.

Clearly, while he was clashing with Qiangliang and the other three Ancestral Witches, the other Ancestral Witches had already formed two camps.

Houtu, Xuanming, Jumang, Rushou, Xizi, and Tianwu had chosen to stand with him. If Dijiang, who leaned towards him, was counted, he already had eight votes.

The remaining ones, besides Qiangliang, Gonggong, and Zhurong, included Shebishi, who appeared very hesitant, but ultimately stood behind Qiangliang and the other three Ancestral Witches.

Clearly, for the Ancestral Witches, the best way to express opposition was through their fists.

This was also why Qiangliang and the other three Ancestral Witches had no hesitation in attacking Zhu Jiuyin.

Seeing the four cease their actions, not only Dijiang but all the Ancestral Witches in Pangu Hall breathed a sigh of relief.

From a public perspective, the Witch Race, having just suffered a great defeat, could not afford internal strife and division.

From a private perspective, after billions of years of brotherhood, to fight each other like this and fall apart, no one could bear it.

Dijiang, without a word, vented his anger onto the three of Qiangliang: "You three scoundrels, how dare you attack your second brother! Do you still have the blood kinship between Ancestral Witches in your hearts? Do you still have Father God and us brothers and sisters in your hearts!"

Upon hearing this, Qiangliang and the other two Ancestral Witches couldn't help but lower their heads.

After speaking to Qiangliang, Dijiang looked at Zhu Jiuyin: "Second brother, you... it's not that I, your elder brother, am saying this, but your words were too blunt."

"Otherwise?" Zhu Jiuyin did not back down because of this, but retorted to Dijiang, "Yes, my words were too blunt. Then tell me now, isn't reality even blunter, and more cruel than what I said?"

After speaking, Zhu Jiuyin glanced at the three of Qiangliang again: "Are you very powerful? If so, why don't you three chop off the heads of Di Jun and Tai Yi, and beat the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun so much that they don't dare to leave Purple Cloud Palace? If you can do it, I will immediately kneel and kowtow to you three, apologize, and admit my mistake, how about it?"

Qiangliang and the other two were struck by lightning.

With Zhu Jiuyin saying these words, one could see how furious he was at this moment.

Conversely, Qiangliang and the other three regretted it immensely.

Yes, they couldn't defeat Di Jun and Tai Yi externally, nor could they contend with the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun. Yet, internally, they were shouting and fighting with Zhu Jiuyin.

Wasn't this exactly the kind of infighting they despised the most in the past?

Seeing that Qiangliang and the other two were deep in thought, Zhu Jiuyin struck while the iron was hot: "I hope you remember, the best way to respect Father God is to question him, become him, and surpass him, rather than just shouting slogans and being superficial all day long."

"Haven't you ever considered a question: if we Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race were gone, how many beings in the vast Primordial World would still remember Father God, still worship Father God?"

As he said this, a hint of sadness appeared in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes.

"To revere Pangu but not the Heavenly Dao, this is the greatest sin of the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race!"

Zhu Jiuyin thought of the Three Pure Ones. In fact, from the moment the Three Pure Ones took Hongjun as their master and received the Grandmist Violet Qi bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, the Three Pure Ones had already betrayed Pangu.

"Why are you in such a hurry? As the Orthodox Pangu Lineage, formed from Father God's Primordial Spirit, even without the Heavenly Dao bestowing Grandmist Violet Qi, even without the Heavenly Dao's recognition, at most you'd be delayed for a hundred Yuan Hui. It wouldn't be difficult for you Three Pure Ones to achieve Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, even if you couldn't become Saints!"

"Or perhaps, accepting the Grandmist Violet Qi is your Three Pure Ones' letter of submission to the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun?"

Thinking this, Zhu Jiuyin couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

After all this, they, the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, were the fools who looked down on the general trend, even going against it!

At this moment, even Zhurong and Gonggong, with their thick nerves, felt the desolation and indignation emanating from Zhu Jiuyin's heart.

At this moment, an unprecedented shock surged within them.

At this moment, they suddenly wanted to ask: "Second Brother, what exactly did you see in the River of Time!"

But in the end, neither Zhurong nor Gonggong asked this question, because they vaguely already knew that the outcome was very bad!

So bad that Zhu Jiuyin couldn't even articulate it, so bad that even they, the Ancestral Witches, couldn't accept it.