Ever since his talk with Torch Dragon, Wu Chu had known that he simply could not stop the Three Clans from ultimately heading toward self-destruction. They were too powerful—so powerful that they refused to yield even an inch.
What rose to its peak would inevitably decline. That was the natural order!
So, he decided to stop making himself unwelcome and simply live his own life well.
After the Divine Ability Tournament ended, the Ancestral Witches feasted on a Chaos Behemoth meat banquet at Purple Jade Mountain for several months before leaving, thoroughly satisfied.
After that, time flew by, and several hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
First, Fuxi and Nuwa arrived at Purple Jade Mountain. Then came Zhen Yuanzi and Red Cloud, followed by Eastern King Duke and Queen Mother of the West. After that came the brothers Di Jun and Taiyi, along with Changxi.
Wu Chu also summoned Hao, Yao, and the others over. After all, their ancestral master had gone into the Primordial Chaos, and there seemed to be little for them to do guarding Jade Capital Mountain.
However, Hao and Yao both seemed to have reached a bottleneck in their cultivation. More than a dozen Epochs had already passed, yet they still had not broken through their shackles and entered the Daluo realm.
Perhaps that was simply the difference between people!
No wonder they had always remained their ancestral master's gatekeeping attendants.
Perhaps Haotian had to endure so many tribulations because he wanted to blaze another path!
When faced with Wu Chu's questioning gaze, Hao's confidence suffered a slight blow. Wu Chu could only play the role of a "thoughtful senior brother" again and comfort his junior brother.
The eleven Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan only appeared together when the wedding was about