Twelve Ancestral Witches

Pangu Temple.

Twelve figures stood on either side of the main hall, each radiating a terrifying aura capable of making heaven and earth change color.

"Dijun has taken the initiative to declare war on us Ancestral Witches. What do you all think?"

Dijiang sat upright in the seat of honor. His voice was not loud, yet it echoed through the hall like thunder. He was the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Ancestral Witch of space and speed. With four wings and six legs, his towering body was like a mountain, while unnerving spatial fluctuations permeated his surroundings.

"If he wants war, then war it is. What is there to fear!"

Gonggong snorted coldly. His long blue hair cascaded like a waterfall, and his eyes were filled with violent fury. "If he had not relied on his skill in divining the secrets of heaven to avoid facing me head-on, I would have destroyed him long ago."

"Exactly."

Zhurong's crimson hair whipped wildly about, and his entire body radiated heat capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas. He slapped his thigh, his voice booming like a great bell. "He is nothing more than a feathered mongrel, yet he dares declare war on us. Let's immediately march on the Million Demon Mountains and see if he still dares act so arrogantly."

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Zhurong and Gonggong were truly incompatible as fire and water, yet they rarely found themselves in agreement this time.

The remaining Ancestral Witches also erupted with fierce fighting intent.

Dijiang swept his gaze around before settling it on Houtu. "Houtu, what do you think?"

"I heard that Dijun has broken through to the perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. That should be where he gets the confidence to declare war on us Ancestral Witches," Houtu said.

"He is merely a perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal. Before our Twelve-Capital-Heaven Divine Baleful Formation, he is nothing but a clay chicken and porcelain dog," Zhu Jiuyin said.

"The Twelve-Capital-Heaven Divine Baleful Formation is indeed powerful, but what if Dijun avoids battle?" Houtu asked.

"Avoids battle? That is impossible, isn't it? He was the one who declared war on our Witch Race this time," Zhu Jiuyin said.

"Nothing is impossible."

Houtu said gravely, "After fighting the Demon Race for so long, you should all know what kind of person Dijun is. He is extremely cautious in everything he does.

"Now that news of his breakthrough to the perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal realm has spread throughout the Primordial World, if we take the initiative and march on the Million Demon Mountains, there is a strong chance that Dijun, given his cautious nature, will avoid battle."

"Houtu is right."

Dijiang nodded upon hearing this. They were not afraid of confronting Dijun head-on, but Dijun was as cunning as a fox. Using his ability to divine the secrets of heaven, he had avoided direct clashes with them every time.

As for attacking ordinary demons, that would not work either.

If they attacked ordinary demons, then Dijun could likewise attack ordinary witches. That would mean mutual destruction.

More precisely, it would mean destroying the Witch Race's foundation.

After all, the Witch Race's numbers were limited, while the Demon Race was like chives—cut one batch, and another grew back.

Likewise, Dijun did not dare attack ordinary witches. After all, he also feared truly enraging the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Thus, the war between witches and demons had always followed the principle of soldiers against soldiers and generals against generals.

What the Twelve Ancestral Witches wanted to eliminate had never been the Demon Race, but Dijun. So long as Dijun was gone, the Demon Race would naturally cease to exist.

"Houtu, how do you think our Witch Race should respond?" Dijiang asked, looking at Houtu.

"Wait."

After Houtu spoke, she saw the puzzled looks cast her way by the Ancestral Witches and explained:

"Has Dijun not already declared war on us? Then we shall wait for him to attack. As long as he appears on the battlefield, we can set up the Twelve-Capital-Heaven Divine Baleful Formation and summon the Pangu True Form. He will surely die."

At those words, all the Ancestral Witches' eyes lit up.

"Oh, right. I heard the Demon Race is searching for someone named Lei Xiao. We can search for him as well," Houtu added.

"Lei Xiao?!"

Qiang Liang, who had remained silent all this time, showed a flash of astonishment in his eyes upon hearing those words. "That Lei Xiao is only at the perfected Golden Immortal realm. Why is the Demon Race looking for him?"

"I do not know."

Houtu gently shook her head. "However, the only one capable of mobilizing the entire Demon Race to search for someone is Dijun. No matter what Dijun wants with Lei Xiao, we cannot let him fall into the Demon Race's hands."

After saying that, Houtu looked at Qiang Liang. "Sixth Brother, have you met Lei Xiao?"

"I have indeed met him, and not long ago at that. I nearly killed him as well," Qiang Liang said.

The Ancestral Witches: "???"

Dijiang frowned, his gaze falling upon Qiang Liang. "What happened? Explain clearly."

Qiang Liang scratched his head and smiled somewhat sheepishly. "I was cultivating in the depths of Thunder Marsh when I suddenly sensed the aura of Eastern Emperor Taiyi appearing there. I instinctively attacked."

"You attacked? But you said earlier that Lei Xiao was only at the perfected Golden Immortal realm. How did he survive your attack?" Zhu Jiuyin asked curiously.

"He is Tongtian's personal disciple. He had sword qi left behind by Tongtian on him, and I withdrew my attack in time, so he was unharmed," Qiang Liang said.

"Tongtian's disciple?"

Houtu's brows furrowed tightly, and a contemplative look flashed through her eyes. "Why would Dijun be searching for one of Tongtian's disciples? And a minor cultivator at the perfected Golden Immortal realm, at that?"

The other Ancestral Witches pondered as well, but none could figure out the reason.

"How about I go to Thunder Marsh and bring him here?" Qiang Liang said.

"Forget it."

Dijiang shook his head. "The decisive battle with the Demon Race is about to begin. Let us first familiarize ourselves with the Twelve-Capital-Heaven Divine Baleful Formation. Our current strength is still too weak, and setting up the formation is somewhat difficult for us."

Meanwhile, after Dijun learned that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had entered seclusion within Pangu Temple, he laughed loudly.

"It seems that after learning I have broken through to the perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, the Twelve Ancestral Witches know they are no match for me. They have entered seclusion in Pangu Temple to break through to the perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. We must move quickly. We cannot allow the Twelve Ancestral Witches to truly break through."

With Dijun's order, the Demon Race, like a slumbering giant beast awakening, charged toward the Witch Race.

A hundred years later.

Across the Primordial World, the heavens wept blood.

On the battlefield, the armies of the two races crashed violently together like two raging torrents.

"Kill—!!"

Earth-shaking battle cries instantly tore apart the Primordial World's tranquility.

There was no probing, no exchange of insults before battle. From the first second they met, the Witch and Demon Races plunged directly into the most primitive and brutal slaughter of flesh and blood.

On the battlefield, the clashes between Great Witches and Demon Kings were the first to ignite the laws of heaven and earth.

"Beast, you dare invade the territory of my Witch Race!"

A Great Witch's true form, ten thousand zhang tall, rose from the ground. His muscles bulged like cast bronze, and his fist was like a mountain. Accompanied by a sonic boom that tore through space, it smashed down upon the Demon Race's ranks.

"Arrogant witch!"

A Demon King with twelve pitch-black wings on his back met the attack.

Facing that world-destroying blow, the Demon King showed no fear. His wings beat fiercely, transforming into countless black spatial blades that shredded toward the incoming fist.

As the great war began, baleful qi and tribulation qi between heaven and earth surged wildly.

Within Thunder Marsh.

The Thunder Pool was like a beating heart. With every inhalation and exhalation, it drew vast amounts of tribulation qi and baleful qi from the depths of the void, swallowing them into itself.

Dark-red patterns surfaced across the Thunder Pool's surface, then spread outward, connecting it to heaven and earth.