The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at themselves. Though their appearances had changed, their essence remained the same. They could even protect the Human Tribe and become auspicious symbols of fortune. They could not help but sigh with emotion. They had once been members of the Witch Tribe and had looked down on the Human Tribe, yet now they had become its guardian gods. Truly, the ways of the world were unpredictable.
Qin Fen saw what they were thinking. "Though you twelve are Ancestral Witches, the Witch Tribe and Human Tribe have long since become intertwined, inseparable from one another. The Yan-Huang clans may differ, but they are one family. By becoming guardians of Yan-Huang, you will ensure the Human Tribe's everlasting prosperity while also protecting the descendants of the Witch Tribe."
The Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately grew excited. "Thank you, Dao Ancestor, for sparing our lives! We will certainly devote ourselves wholeheartedly!"
Qin Fen nodded. "Then!"
Then what? The moment he spoke, everyone turned to look at him. Their faces were filled with anticipation, hoping to hear their own names. If the Dao Ancestor assigned them a task, that meant he thought highly of them!
Having finished assigning the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the various Imperial Lords, it should be their turn next, right? The Dao Ancestor had so much to handle, working tirelessly every day. He could not possibly manage everything alone; he needed people to assist him.
Now that the great calamity had passed, everything needed rebuilding. The Investiture of the Gods had begun, and countless matters demanded attention. The immortals below craned their necks, waiting for Qin Fen to speak.
"I'm so excited. I finally have the honor of serving the Dao Ancestor."
"Exactly. Working for the Dao Ancestor makes me feel full of energy."
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