After returning to Mount Buzhou, Pan Xuan did not rest. He immediately used the Star Seal to summon the Ancestral Witches who had stayed behind to Pangu Hall.
The nine Ancestral Witches-Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, Xuan Ming, Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and Tianwu-entered the hall one after another.
Except for Houtu, who was comprehending the Great Dao in the Blood Sea, eleven of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were present.
The twelve gathered together, and the lamplight in Pangu Hall flickered gently beneath the glow of the Green Lotus in the vaulted ceiling.
"Brother Pan Xuan, did you call us all here because you're planning another big move?"
Zhu Rong spoke first, his tone eager. "Are you preparing to strike at the Heavenly Court?
"Last time, you said the time wasn't right. Now that matters at the Blood Sea have been settled and the cultivation secret realm has been built, has the time come?"
For once, Gong Gong did not echo Zhu Rong. He merely sat quietly to one side, waiting for Pan Xuan to speak.
He understood Pan Xuan. If he truly intended to go to war, he would not have used wording like "discuss our next development plans."
Pan Xuan smiled slightly and motioned for everyone to sit.
He stood in the center of the hall, swept his gaze over the eleven Ancestral Witches, and slowly began:
"I summoned you today, brothers and sisters, not to wage war. Quite the opposite.
"It is to pave the way for the Witch Clan's future without going to war."
The hall fell silent.
Some of the fighting spirit in Zhu Rong's eyes receded, replaced by puzzlement.
"During our last discussion on Mount Buzhou, I analyzed the Primordial World's current situation."
Pan Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his voice