Yuanshi's Furious Rage

[Ding, Yuanshi has arrived. Mission complete.]

Dijiang, deep in cultivation, slowly opened his eyes.

"So that's how it is!!"

With his current mastery of twelve laws, Dijiang only needed a casual calculation to learn what had happened across the Primordial Wilderness.

"The Witch Clan has changed, and now the Primordial World is beginning to change as well."

Dijiang was exceptionally pleased.

If this could continue, the Witch Clan would certainly not perish. It would only grow stronger and stronger.

As for the Primordial World?

A terrifyingly vicious gleam appeared in Dijiang's eyes.

But before that, he still had to fool Yuanshi again.

"Fellow Daoists, how has your cultivation over these thousand years gone??"

It was still the council hall, still the same seats.

The twelve External Incarnations stood in for the Ancestral Shamans and came out to meet Yuanshi Saint.

"We have to thank the Three Pure Ones Sages. Over these thousand years, I have advanced further and mastered fifty percent of the Spatial Law."

"Haha, me too. The pills given by the Three Pure Ones were too wonderful—I nearly lost myself in them."

"With pills, why the hell bother cultivating slowly?"

"That's right, Yuanshi Saint. Give me another hundred million Heavenly Baleful Strength-Refining Pills, and I guarantee I'll reach the late Quasi-Sage stage. Then slaughtering the Demon Clan will be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables."

"Tian Wu's aptitude is too poor. I only need eight thousand Great Heaven-Piercing Pills. I guarantee I'll take Di Jun's head."

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The Twelve Ancestor Witches' External Incarnations began trading barbs without the slightest regard for Yuanshi's feelings.

At first, these Ancestral Shamans could still speak somewhat reasonably.

But as they went on, Yuanshi's eyelids began twitching wildly.

One hundred million pills? Eight thousand pills?

Did they really think pills were so easy to refine?

And even if they reached the late Quasi-Sage stage, how could they possibly defeat Di Jun and Tai Yi, who held the River Diagram and Luo Writing and the Chaos Bell?

"Those weapons are good, very good, but they're still too light and not sharp enough. Yuanshi Saint, I have a presumptuous request. How about making my Slaying-Heaven Spear heavier by a trillion jin and adding some innate ferocious-baleful spirituality to it?"

"Me too, me too. I hear Yuanshi Saint is an expert at artifact refinement. Such a small request should be easy enough to satisfy."

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"I think that aside from the Three-Foot Sword Art, the other combat techniques are all mediocre. They don't suit the Witch Clan's fight-to-the-death style at all."

"Yes, yes, I think so too. Yuanshi Saint, why not give us a few more fierce combat techniques? Otherwise, how are we supposed to improve our strength?"

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Yuanshi had examined every combat technique.

Though he disdained Witch Clan combat techniques, Tongtian had truly put thought into them.

Especially the Three-Foot Sword Art—he had been tempted by it himself back then.

He had even paired that sword art with the Nine-Turn Profound Art for the future protectors of his Expounding Sect.

But now??

The twelve Ancestral Shamans became more and more outrageous.

And that fight-to-the-death nonsense.

If they truly fought to the death, they would not be hiding inside Pangu Hall right now.

Yuanshi's eyes had already turned terrifyingly gloomy.

He swore it.

Ever since becoming a saint, no one had ever dared be so outrageously demanding before him.

"Enough!!"

With an angry roar.

Filled with saintly power, it directly blasted the twelve Ancestral Shamans away.

Laozi was profound, and Tongtian was broad-minded.

Yuanshi, however, cared deeply about appearances—commonly known as being petty.

After suffering such humiliation, the fact that he had endured until now was already—

giving the Demon-Witch Calamity more than enough face.

"Children unworthy of discussion!!!"

"You uncultured brutes who cannot be taught, where did you get the nerve to call yourselves Pangu Orthodoxy alongside us?"

"If Pangu knew that his blood essence had given birth to unlucky trash like you, even the Great Dao's coffin lid would not be able to suppress his fury."

Yuanshi cursed as he flicked his sleeve and departed.

He had come three times.

Not once had he been satisfied.

The three brothers had even spent a hundred years preparing things, only for them to be like meat buns thrown to dogs—gone for good.

The key was—

look at their faces.

They even looked disgusted.

What the hell was your Witch Clan?

What did you even have?

You actually dared disdain gifts bestowed by saints. It was simply heinous rebellion.

Yuanshi did not dare linger any longer.

He feared that he would be unable to restrain his Dao heart and kill them all.

"Hmph, lucky you left quickly."

Dijiang, who had been hidden in the shadows, stepped out.

Yuanshi's killing intent could fool the External Incarnations and the other eleven Ancestral Shamans.

But how could it possibly fool him?

Dijiang had now completely refined Pangu Hall, and it was linked to his will.

This was Pangu's skull.

Aside from being indestructible, it possessed many unfathomable abilities.

Such as sensing malice.

Having sensed Yuanshi's overwhelming killing intent, how could Dijiang possibly indulge him?

If Yuanshi had paused for even a moment—

Pangu Hall and the Heaven-Refining Coffin would have been unleashed upon him directly.

Thirty-Fifth Heaven, Taiqing Realm.

"I'm furious, absolutely furious!!!"

"They are simply brainless trash who know nothing at all."

The moment Yuanshi returned, he began roaring in rage.

"What happened?"

Taiqing sat with an aged appearance, his eyes closed and silent.

Tongtian, meanwhile, looked curiously at Yuanshi.

How many years had it been?

The three brothers had accompanied one another for countless billions of years, and Tongtian had not seen Yuanshi lose his temper in a very long time.

And for him to be this furious was simply unbelievable.

"What happened? What else could have happened?"

"Didn't you like handling this errand?"

"Why did you abandon it halfway through??"

Yuanshi glared at Tongtian irritably.

"Yuanshi!!"

Tongtian, who had suffered an undeserved disaster, was not about to indulge Yuanshi.

But before he could speak, Taiqing Saint opened his eyes.

"Third Brother, I wasn't targeting you."

"It was those Witches. They truly refuse to appreciate kindness!!"

Yuanshi took a deep breath and recounted what had happened with the Witch Clan.

"That's all?"

After hearing him out, Taiqing Saint glared at Yuanshi.

"Big Brother, they understand neither etiquette nor the Great Dao. What is there left to say to them?"

At that, Yuanshi immediately flared up.

"Enough. Put away that explosive temper of yours."

"We must complete the task Teacher assigned us."

Taiqing Saint stood up. "You two stay here. I'll go take a look at the Witch Clan."

Primordial Wilderness.

"This can't go on!!"

Kunpeng looked toward Minghe.

Both of them were renowned figures among the Three Thousand Red-Dust Guests. Their failure to become saints before could only be blamed on poor timing.

But now that an opportunity lay before them, if they did not fight for it—

what Great Dao could they possibly seek?

"What do you suggest??"

Naturally, Minghe was unwilling to accept this.

"As long as the saints do not intervene, taking the East will only be a matter of time!!"

"Isn't that just nonsense?"

Hearing Kunpeng's words, Minghe directly rolled his eyes.

"There are saints in the East, and there are saints in the West as well."

Kunpeng took a deep breath.

He knew that the path to sainthood was itself a road paved with corpses.

Especially with the saints looming overhead now, without a little courage, this was all they would ever amount to.

"You mean?"

"Exactly, let the snipe and clam fight."

"You dare scheme against them? Do you have a death wish!!"

Minghe glanced around before frantically circulating his mana to conceal the heavenly secrets.

"Relax. My Heavenly Demon Transformation Banner can conceal the heavenly secrets."

"With the Heavenly Demon Profound-Baleful Formation as well, so long as they do not actively calculate, they will not notice."

Seeing Minghe's behavior, Kunpeng inwardly scoffed.

With courage like this, he still dared compete for the Primordial Wilderness.

No wonder he had created 1.298 billion Blood God Clones. Being afraid of death was apparently in his bones.

With that, Kunpeng felt even more at ease.

In a partnership with such a fool, the final victor could only be himself.