The six of them chatted away, sometimes discussing their insights into the Great Dao, sometimes exchanging stories of local customs and experiences.
Yuan Yan's already close relationship with Nuwa and Fuxi grew even closer, while Nuwa and Fuxi's relationship with Yuan Jie, Yuan Lun, and Yuan Ling changed from unfamiliarity to familiarity.
However, while Yuan Yan and the other three had a pleasant conversation with Nuwa and Fuxi, the Three Pure Ones, Kunpeng, Di Jun, Taiyi, who had arrived at roughly the same time,
the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Jiufeng, Minghe, and the other powerful figures were far less harmonious.
Though they would not actually start fighting, they had no intention of speaking with one another. Each occupied a spot and remained silent.
There was even a tense, stagnant atmosphere between some of the powerful figures, making one suspect that if this had not been before the Purple Firmament Palace, they might already have come to blows.
That was not impossible!
The Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches glared at one another. Though they had not fought this time, they had already clashed more than once over the title of Pangu Orthodox Lineage.
As for the outcome?
There was no doubt that the Three Pure Ones had lost!
The Three Pure Ones' cultivation realms were not higher than those of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. In fact, they were even somewhat weaker than several of the stronger Ancestral Witches.
Even in one-on-one combat, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches' terrifying physical bodies, the Three Pure Ones—who lacked Supreme-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures—could not defeat them. At best, they could fight to a draw.
But the problem was that the Three Pure Ones were not fighting the Twelve Ancestral Witches one-on-one. It was three against twelve.
Even with the Heaven and Earth Mysterious