A Reminder to the Ancestral Witches, the Witches' Choice

Zhu Rong's arrogance made Wuchen shake his head.

After beating a few small fry, he dared to shout defiance at the entire Primordial World.

He truly was arrogant beyond all bounds.

Even the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans of old had not dared to be so overbearing.

Wuchen rose to his feet and took a single step, instantly appearing above the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches flew into a rage at the sight.

"Look—"

Before Zhu Rong could utter the word "death," a terrifying pressure of laws abruptly descended, forcibly choking the final word back down his throat.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches' gazes sharpened, yet they showed little fear.

So what if his laws were complete?

So what if he controlled multiple laws?

Before the Twelve Capitals Divine Fiend Formation, he was merely a slightly larger ant.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches silently shifted their positions.

Wuchen said flatly, "I bear no ill will. I have come bearing an opportunity and a great fortune, but it seems that you have no desire for them."

Di Jiang frowned and gave the other Ancestral Witches a look.

The Ancestral Witches understood and immediately restrained their impulses.

"What do you mean, Senior?"

Di Jiang looked up at Wuchen. Though he addressed him as Senior, there was not much respect in his tone.

Wuchen wasted no words, flicking out two streaks of light with his finger.

The two streaks shot straight toward Di Jiang and Houtu.

Zhu Rong flew into a rage and was about to act, but Xuanming grabbed him and held him back.

Those two streaks of light carried no killing intent.

The light entered Di Jiang and Houtu's brows, and both closed their eyes to examine it.

Houtu opened her eyes almost instantly. A bright gleam flashed through them, and uncontrollable excitement appeared on her face.

Xuanming and the others were completely bewildered, but it was not convenient to ask further here.

Di Jiang did not open his eyes for a long while. It seemed he had received a great deal of information, yet his expression gradually turned savage, so clear that it could be seen even with his eyes shut.

From his expression alone, Xuanming and the others sensed the gravity of the matter. Every one of their faces darkened.

Even Houtu, who had been brimming with excitement, gradually suppressed the joy in her heart.

A moment later, Di Jiang opened his eyes.

He stared directly at Wuchen and demanded, "Why should I believe you?"

What the other party had conveyed was simply too outrageous.

Looking across the entire Primordial World, who could possibly surpass their Witch Clan?

Even this man before them did not frighten them.

Yet he had declared that the Witch Clan would head toward destruction. How could Di Jiang believe that?

Wuchen said blandly, "Time will prove everything."

Di Jiang fell silent at once.

Among the warnings the other party had given were several crucial junctures. If they came to pass one after another, they would indeed prove the truth of his words.

"If it proves true, then every member of my Witch Clan will owe you a karmic debt. Whatever you require, my Witch Clan will not utter a single word of refusal."

Di Jiang's words rang with force.

If the other party's words were true, then he had saved the entire Witch Clan.

The Witch Clan was arrogant, but they always repaid kindness.

With such a heaven-sized karmic debt of gratitude, even if the sky collapsed, the Witch Clan would not hesitate to hold it up for him.

"With this matter settled, farewell!"

Wuchen did not linger over idle words. He directly tore open space and departed.

"Big Brother—"

Zhu Rong immediately wanted an explanation, but Di Jiang raised a hand to cut him off.

"We will speak after returning to Pangu Hall."

What the other party had said was no small matter. Only within Pangu Hall, formed from Father God's skull, could they block that one's perception.

Hearing this, Zhu Rong said nothing more.

Di Jiang looked toward the witches. "Return to your respective tribes. Without our orders, none of you may leave your tribes, nor may you clash with any other living beings again."

"Yes!"

Though the witches were full of doubts, they did not dare ask further.

The Ancestral Witches would not harm them, after all.

After the witches acknowledged the order, Di Jiang led the other Witches to the foot of Mount Buzhou, before an enormous divine hall.

That divine hall was Pangu Hall, formed from Pangu's skull.

Pangu Hall was an innate supreme treasure and also the birthplace of the Witch Clan. It possessed the power to isolate all things and defend against all things.

"Big Brother, what exactly is going on?"

The moment they entered Pangu Hall, the hot-tempered Zhu Rong could not help speaking up.

Di Jiang did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Houtu.

"What did he give you?"

"An opportunity to attain the Dao. But as I am now, I am still very far from that step."

Houtu did not conceal it.

"An opportunity to attain the Dao?"

All eleven Ancestral Witches were utterly shocked by Houtu's words.

That was an opportunity to attain the Dao.

Though it was not the Great Dao Father God had sought to attain, Father God, who had failed in attaining the Dao, had ultimately been no more than a Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

In other words, the other party had given Houtu an opportunity to reach Father God's level.

How could they not be shocked?

And the most outrageous part was that he himself had not yet attained the Dao, yet he could point out Houtu's opportunity to attain it. Did that make any sense?

Di Jiang murmured, "Since he could point out your opportunity to attain the Dao, there is no need for him to deceive me. The information I received may also be true."

Zhu Rong said impatiently, "Big Brother, can you stop beating around the bush?"

The other Ancestral Witches nodded in deep agreement.

"Ah!"

Di Jiang could not help sighing. "He said that our Witch Clan will face a calamity. This calamity will lead our Witch Clan to destruction, leaving behind only a scant few bloodlines."

"What?"

Xuanming could not help crying out. Her face held shock and fury, but even more than that, irrepressible killing intent.

Who was it?

Looking across the entire Primordial World, who had the ability to destroy their Witch Clan?

Zhu Rong said coldly, "Who is it?"

"Whoever it is, they must die."

Sha Qi surged around Gonggong, as though he were about to run wild.

Though the other Ancestral Witches did not speak, their faces were likewise filled with killing intent. Not one of them showed even the slightest fear at the threat of destruction.

Di Jiang shook his head. "He did not reveal who the culprit is. He only said that the other party will soon attain the Dao and was once Father God's opponent."

The expressions of the Ancestral Witches froze.

Father God's former opponent—would that not be a Chaos Fiendgod?

They had not expected a Chaos Fiendgod to have escaped Pangu's axe, and even reincarnated into the Primordial World Pangu had opened.

This was troublesome.

Even if a Chaos Fiendgod had reincarnated and cultivated anew, it was not something they could contend with now. After all, the other party was about to return to the realm of the Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Di Jiang looked at Houtu. "Since he pointed out your opportunity to attain the Dao, whether our Witch Clan can endure in this Primordial World will depend on you, Little Sister."

"Phew!"

Houtu let out a heavy breath, feeling an enormous weight settle upon her shoulders.

"I will do my best."

The other party was about to attain the Dao, while she had only just begun to grasp the laws.

The gap was far too great.

Di Jiang looked at everyone and said, "We carry Father God's merit from opening heaven as protection. Even if the other party attains the Dao, they will not dare attack us directly.

"From this day onward, everyone must properly restrain the members of our clans. Do not clash with any other living beings again. Cultivate wholeheartedly until Little Sister attains the Dao, then we will make further plans."

"Yes!"

The survival of the Witch Clan was at stake, and none of the Ancestral Witches dared take it lightly.

Had there been no opportunity to attain the Dao, they might have chosen to gamble everything on one desperate fight. But since their Little Sister had hope of attaining the Dao, there was no need to make meaningless sacrifices.