He Can Fight All He Wants; I'll Just Lie Low for a Hundred Years

The Demon Clan had established the Heavenly Court, and none were more anxious than the Witch Clan.

Thus, upon learning of this matter, they immediately gathered together.

"I wonder how Big Brother's injuries are doing?"

"Whether Big Brother has awakened or not, we must avenge him for being wounded."

"But now that the Demon Clan has established the Demon Court, they have answered a single call with countless supporters. Their momentum is immense."

"..."

Pangu Hall had been formed from Pangu's skullcap.

It looked like a single great hall, yet it contained an entire world within.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches lived there, each possessing their own hall.

When the eleven Ancestral Shamans arrived outside the Spatial Hall, Dijiang had already spotted them through his divine sense.

"Fellow Ancestral Shamans, please come inside so we may talk."

Seeing this, Dijiang directly opened the doors of his Spatial Hall.

"Big Brother, your complexion is ruddy. Your injuries must have recovered."

"Now that the Demon Clan has established the Demon Court, what should we do?"

"As long as Big Brother gives the order, I can charge into their High Heavens Palace right now."

"That's right. We are Pangu Orthodoxy. This world belongs to our Witch Clan."

"..."

The eleven Ancestral Shamans rubbed their fists together, eager to make a move.

"Second Brother, what do you think?"

Dijiang looked toward Zhu Jiuyin.

Among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, Dijiang was the strongest, followed by Zhu Jiuyin.

"We need not heed what he says. But this world was created by Father God, and we must defend it. We absolutely cannot let those egg-born creatures occupy it."

Zhu Jiuyin pointed a finger at the heavens.

His meaning was unmistakable.

What the hell was Heavenly Dao Hongjun?

They were fighting the Demon Clan not because of his decree.

It was because they were Pangu Orthodoxy. They were the true masters of this world.

Yet Dijiang was deeply dissatisfied with that answer.

He had thought Zhu Jiuyin would be different from the other brothers and sisters.

After all, he controlled forty percent of the Time Law. He should have been able to glimpse some things of the future.

But why was he still so muddleheaded? In the original story, he had not even warned Dijiang once.

The Witch Clan was arrogant and unruly. Relying on their Pangu bloodline, they held themselves above all others and looked down on the myriad races beneath heaven.

They had not corrected this flaw even until their deaths.

Had Dijiang not seen the history of the Primordial World once before, he himself would never have recognized reality.

[Ding! Order the Witch Clan to lie low on Mount Buzhou for one thousand years.]

[First hundred years: The physical body can obtain forty percent of the Spatial Law.]

[Second hundred years: The physical body can obtain fifty percent of the Spatial Law.]

[...]

[Eighth hundred years: The physical body can obtain ninety percent of the Spatial Law.]

[Ninth hundred years: Godslaying Spear can be obtained.]

[Tenth hundred years: A secret art for the Witch Clan to cultivate a primordial spirit can be obtained.]

"The Godslaying Spear... that was the innate companion treasure of Demon Ancestor Rahu, known as the number one innate spiritual treasure in offensive power."

"And with a Primordial Spirit Secret Art, why can't my Witch Clan defy fate and change our destiny?"

Seeing this, Dijiang became even more confident about the future.

Only...

"Big Brother, what are you still thinking about?"

"With a wave of your hand, we can seize the entire Primordial Wilderness in an instant."

"When endless Heavenly Dao Merit descends upon us, we will only become stronger than the Demon Clan."

"..."

The eleven Ancestral Shamans looked at Dijiang anxiously.

They could not wait to charge out and unify the Primordial Wilderness.

"Younger Sister Houtu, what do you think?"

Rather than being anxious, Dijiang turned to Houtu.

She was the only one who had ever gone to the Purple Cloud Palace.

In Blue Star terms, she was the only ambitious Ancestral Shaman among the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Dijiang wanted to hear her opinion.

"I think this matter requires further discussion."

The Ancestral Shamans were hot-tempered by nature, but Houtu alone was gentle and kind.

When she spoke, her voice was exceptionally pleasing.

"Oh? Speak quickly, Little Sister. Big Brother wants to hear your advice."

Dijiang was immediately intrigued.

"Big Brother has only just recovered from his injuries. If we rashly attack the Demon Clan now, it would be extremely inappropriate."

"Then what does Sister Houtu suggest?"

"I think we should first follow that person's words and govern the land under our control before proceeding gradually."

At those words, Dijiang furrowed his brow.

"Little Sister, that sounds rather like boosting others' morale while diminishing our own. I don't think it's necessary at all."

"That's right. I think Zhu Rong is correct. Our Witch Clan has fought heaven and earth itself. Are we supposed to fear a feathered beast?"

"Not necessarily. I think Little Sister's words make sense. The Demon Clan has already gained the benefit of ruling the heavens. What we urgently need now is to improve our strength."

"..."

Dijiang had thought Houtu would offer some special suggestion, but she simply did not want to clash head-on with the Demon Clan for now.

Of course.

If he had not experienced Dijiang's ten-year dream, he would have been the first to charge ahead now.

Looking at his brothers and sisters, they had not even conquered heaven and earth yet, but already believed it belonged to them.

With that mindset...

"We must govern the land, seize the heavens, and destroy the Demon Clan."

"However... my body has not fully recovered yet."

"How about everyone waits a little longer?"

Dijiang did not reject the eleven Ancestral Shamans' determination to contend for heaven and earth. Instead, he intended to employ a delaying tactic.

"Big Brother, are your injuries still not healed?"

"That was the Chaos Bell, one of the three great innate treasures."

"To protect us back then, Big Brother directly took a blow from the Chaos Bell."

"That damn Tai Yi! He dared use the Chaos Bell to injure my Big Brother. I'll tear him apart sooner or later."

"..."

The Ancestral Shamans hurried forward, all looking at their eldest brother with concern.

"It is merely the Chaos Bell. My physical body, strengthened by the Spatial Law, can still withstand it."

"My brothers and sisters, the struggle for heaven and earth is fraught with danger. Big Brother is willing to stand at the very front forever."

"But if we are to fight, we must have a foolproof plan. We must never act recklessly."

Dijiang looked at his brothers and sisters with a solemn expression.

"Contending for heaven and earth is not something accomplished in a day. Big Brother should rest and recuperate first. Once he has recovered, we can fight them to the death."

"Big Brother has lofty ambitions. How could we possibly hold him back?"

"Brothers and sisters, let us return and hone our combat skills. We will await Big Brother's command."

"..."

Dijiang knew that reasoning with them was useless.

There were only two ways to make them listen.

One was to beat them into submission.

As he was now, he was absolutely certain he could knock any one of them down in a one-on-one fight.

But if all eleven attacked together, Dijiang did not have the slightest confidence.

The Witch Clan valued loyalty and affection above all else.

That was Dijiang's second method.

Once all the Ancestral Shamans had left, Dijiang immediately began cultivating.

Though he was also at the Mid-Stage Quasi-Saint level, the amount of information carried within Pangu's Primordial Spirit was simply too immense.

Although the fusion had gone smoothly, Dijiang still needed time to fully absorb it.

In the blink of an eye, a leisurely hundred years passed.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for lying low on Mount Buzhou for one hundred years. You have obtained forty percent of the Spatial Law in your physical body.]

As the Cowering System's voice rang out, his body trembled and underwent earth-shaking changes.

"Before the Quasi-Sage Realm, during it, and after it, each stage controls thirty percent of a law."

"But the forty percent of the Spatial Law I controlled before was complete nonsense."

Even though both were forty percent of the Spatial Law.

His previous forty percent of the Spatial Law had merely been impressive on the outside but worthless within.

Now that he had obtained the Cowering System's gift of forty percent Spatial Law for his physical body, Dijiang felt that his body had become terrifyingly powerful.