Ancestral Wu Xing Tian, Shocks the Primordial Wilderness

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Seated upright on the Eight-Treasures glazed couch, Primordial Heavenly Venerate suddenly opened his eyes.

On that face of his, which had remained unruffled through the ages, a rare trace of shock and gravity appeared.

"Ancestral Witch?"

"How is that possible! The Twelve Ancestral Witches all fell long ago in the Witch-Demon Calamity, and even their True Spirits turned to tribulation ash. How could there still be the aura of an Ancestral Witch in this world!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's fingers trembled slightly, and the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his palm radiated a blinding light.

He was far too familiar with this aura.

Back then, when the Twelve Ancestral Witches condensed Pangu's true body, that heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating might had forced even Saints to give way by three parts.

And now, this domineering aura that belonged solely to an Ancestral Witch had actually appeared once more upon the Primordial Land!

Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.

Taishang Laojun stopped refining pills, the cattail fan in his hand suspended in midair.

In his murky old eyes, a deep, sharp glint flashed.

"The heavenly secrets are in disorder, and anomalies keep appearing."

"Qin Mu, ah, Qin Mu, is this your handiwork again?"

Laojun let out a long sigh, his gaze turning toward Buzhou Mountain, a deep trace of dread hidden in the depths of his eyes.

East Sea, Golden Ao Island.

When Sect Master Tongtian sensed this aura, he was first stunned, then threw back his head and roared with laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"What domineering qi and blood, what pure battle intent!"

"This stagnant pool of the Primordial has been dead for far too long. It's about time some waves were stirred up!"

Sect Master Tongtian stroked the Qingping Sword across his knees, his eyes filled with delight.

Although he did not