At this moment, as that will descended upon the Primordial Land, countless living beings trembled in fear.
Within the Witch Clan, the blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches began to boil. The bodies of countless powerful witches started to split apart, their witch blood seemingly drawn by some force as it drifted toward the sky.
In the end, all that witch blood gathered into a river of blood and flew toward Mount Buzhou.
For a time, the blood river spanned the sky, leaving all beings dumbstruck.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun's figure appeared atop Mount Buzhou. The towering, majestic Mount Buzhou seemed to come alive, forming a phantom image.
"Hongjun, do you intend to prevent my revival?"
That voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire Primordial World and terrifying countless beings.
Whose voice was that?
Who was reviving?
Was the Dao Ancestor stopping his revival?
Only the witches of the Witch Clan knew that the being about to revive might be the Father God they had worshipped for generations—Great God Pangu.
Did Father God's revival require the Witch Clan's blood essence?
When they thought of the origin of the bloodline within their bodies, they understood.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches... no, only eleven remained now. They considered themselves Pangu's descendants, with Father God's blood essence flowing through them. Thus, when they sensed that this will wanted to take away the bloodline in their bodies, they hesitated only briefly before releasing their suppression and allowing that will to draw away the powerful bloodline force within them.
They had been born from Pangu's blood essence. Since Father God wanted it back, they would simply return it to him.
The great witches of the Witch Clan also began to rupture uncontrollably. Their blood essence, brimming with immense power, poured from their bodies of its own