The once-unruly Ancestral Witches had been thoroughly beaten by Lin Changsheng and were now utterly aggrieved.
But when Lin Changsheng returned to his own appearance, excitement appeared in the eyes of Dijiang and the others.
"Dao Venerable! It's the Dao Venerable!"
"Dao Venerable, you could have just come. Why did you have to bully your juniors?"
"The Dao Venerable punched me in the belly several times just now. I still can't stand up."
"You got off lightly. Didn't you see that Dao Brother's face has swollen several times over?"
Seeing that it was actually Lin Changsheng, the Eleven Ancestral Witches immediately changed their expressions again.
But they could still feel the pain in their bodies.
"I just heard you planning to wage war on the Demon Race, so I wanted to test your strength."
"I didn't expect you to be so weak."
"The fight was over before I even started warming up."
Lin Changsheng smiled and shook his head.
"Could it possibly be that you're simply too strong, Dao Venerable?"
Dijiang muttered quietly.
"Dao Venerable, surely you didn't come to Pangu Temple just to teach us a lesson?"
Xuanming rubbed her arm as she asked.
"That was only one of my purposes."
"My second purpose was to see how far you've cultivated your Primordial Spirits."
Lin Changsheng asked.
"Dao Venerable."
"Speaking of our Primordial Spirits, we still haven't thanked you for helping us back then."
"Our Primordial Spirits and Magic Power have now reached the Taiyi Golden Immortal level."
"We just don't know how our youngest sister Houtu's cultivation is progressing."
Since their Primordial Spirits could be preserved, their cultivation progressed very quickly, aided by their foundations as members of the Witch Race.
Although the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm was not particularly high in the present Primordial Wilderness,
for the