"Gonggong, I've put up with you time and again!"
"Zhurong, I've been sick of you for ages! Below our eldest and second brothers, who else deserves the top spot but me!"
The Ancestral Witch of Fire and the Ancestral Witch of Water.
Their formidable strength and humanlike bodies had earned them the names Fire God and Water God.
Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Dijiang ranked first, followed by Zhu Jiuyin.
One was the Ancestral Witch of Space, the other the Ancestral Witch of Time.
With the power of Pangu's bloodline added to that, their battle prowess spoke for itself.
Even a Great Witch could shatter stars and worlds with bare hands.
Below those two, almost none of the other Ancestral Witches acknowledged each other's superiority.
Of them all, Houtu and Xuanming were the least interested in fighting.
Curiously, from a human perspective, both would have been considered women.
In terms of strength, Houtu's Primordial Spirit was an anomaly among the Ancestral Witches, being remarkably complete.
As the Ancestral Witch of Ice, Xuanming kept a low profile, but she was actually stronger than Gonggong and Zhurong.
She was a powerful, unassuming big sister.
Yet it was Zhurong and Gonggong who fought for status.
This battle had been provoked by someone pulling strings behind the scenes, and it was destined to end only in death.
Mount Buzhou.
Inside his cave abode.
Ye Zhuo sat in quiet contemplation.
He counted on his fingers to divine the outcome. It was practically assured.
Ancestor Hongjun could not win this game of preserving the predetermined course of events.
For one thing, the Sages could not enter the fray amid the turmoil of the mortal world.
Otherwise, the All-Heaven Formation unleashed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches at their peak might truly slay a Sage.
After all.
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