Blood Sea True Body, Lich First Battle

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, within the Blood God Palace, the sound of a system prompt also rang out in Minghe's mind.

"Ding, detected that the first great war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race is about to erupt. The host may make the following choices."

"Choice one: Aid the Demon Race against the Witch Clan. Reward: One drop of Three-legged Golden Crow essence blood."

"Choice two: Aid the Witch Clan against the Demon Race. Reward: The Witch Clan's Nine Revolutions Profound Technique."

"Choice three: Side with neither. Reward: The Blood Sea True Body."

Minghe was in the midst of comprehending the Five Elements when the system's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, but strangely enough, it did not seem to affect his cultivation.

It did not cause any deviation or qi deviation. He seemed to be in a very profound state.

He could multitask, continuing to comprehend the Laws on one hand while handling the system's choice on the other.

"System, I choose three." Minghe didn't need to think twice and made his decision directly.

After all, this choice was far too easy.

Helping either the Demon Race or the Witch Clan was impossible; only lying low in the Blood Sea was the sole way out.

As Minghe made his choice, the reward was immediately issued. With Minghe's consent, it was directly instilled into his mind.

After all, the Blood Sea True Body was a divine ability. Countless streams of information, vast as an ocean, surged into Minghe's mind.

The Blood Sea True Body. This was a divine ability that suited Minghe perfectly.

Unlike the Blood God Son from the Blood Scripture, the Blood God Son was a special kind of clone.

By refining the origin of the Blood Sea and fusing his true spirit with that origin, Minghe could split off up to four hundred and eighty million Blood God Sons.

And he need not fear their destruction, for as long as the Blood Sea did not dry up and its origin remained unextinguished, he could endlessly produce more Blood God Sons.

The Blood Sea True Body, however, was different. This divine ability directly devoured the Blood Sea, containing it within his own body.

This would put a strain on his body, but correspondingly, it would massively increase his strength.

It could be called a very practical combat divine ability. In battle, every move and action would carry the force of the Blood Sea, crushing all obstacles and remaining invincible.

"In the end, it still wants me to refine the Blood Sea!" After Minghe finished receiving the information on the Blood Sea True Body divine ability, he did not immediately begin cultivating it but instead continued to comprehend the Five Elements Laws.

This was because Minghe's current strength was still somewhat insufficient to refine an entire Blood Sea.

And whether it was the Blood Sea True Body or the Blood God Sons, to unleash their true power, he would have to wait until after refining the Blood Sea.

Since Minghe was not stepping out his door anyway, there was no rush to cultivate a divine ability.

Meanwhile, on the Primordial Land, the sudden appearance of the Witch Clan shook the Thirty-three Heavens.

When everyone looked toward the foot of Buzhou Mountain, they saw twelve towering figures standing upon the earth.

These were precisely the Twelve Ancestral Witches, each radiating boundless Sha Qi, truly earth-shattering.

The entire Primordial World changed color because of this, and the stars dimmed.

These Twelve Ancestral Witches were: Ancestor Witch Dijiang of Space, who appeared in his true form, shaped like a yellow pouch, red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, a chaotic mass without a face.

Ancestor Witch Jumang of Wood, green as jade bamboo, with a bird's body and a human face, riding two dragons.

Ancestor Witch Zhurong of Fire, with a beast's head and a human body, clad in red scales, fire snakes piercing his ears, and fire dragons under his feet.

Ancestor Witch Rushou of Metal, with a human face and a tiger's body, clad in golden scales, wings on his shoulders, a snake piercing his left ear, and riding two dragons.

Ancestor Witch Gonggong of Water, with a python's head and a human body, clad in black scales, a black dragon under his feet, and a green python coiled around his hands.

Ancestor Witch Xuanming of Rain, his body like a ferocious giant beast, covered in bone spikes.

Ancestor Witch Qiangliang of Thunder, a snake in his mouth, a snake in his hand, with a tiger's head and a human body, four hooves, and long arms.

Ancestor Witch Zhujiuyin of Time, with a human head and a dragon's body, entirely crimson red.

Ancestor Witch Tianwu of Wind, with eight heads and human faces, a tiger's body and eight tails.

Ancestor Witch Xizi of Lightning, with a human face and a bird's body, green snakes hanging from his ears, red snakes in his hands.

Ancestor Witch Shebishi of Weather, with a human face and a beast's body, ears like a dog's, green snakes hanging from his ears.

And Ancestor Witch Houtu of Earth, with a human body and a serpent's tail, seven hands on her back, two hands on her chest, holding the Flying Serpent in her hands.

As soon as these Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared, the faces of the Demon Race members who had just established the Heavenly Court, especially Dijun, turned extremely ugly.

Without a doubt, the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan had thoroughly slapped their faces.

A battle was now unavoidable.

And the best outcome would be to wipe out the Witch Clan in one fell swoop.

For some reason, seeing these Twelve Ancestral Witches, Dijun felt a very bad premonition in his heart.

It seemed as if this Witch Clan was the natural nemesis of their Demon Race.

Thus, after giving a brief explanation, Dijun personally made a move. Together with Taiyi, he descended from the Thirty-three Heavens, heading straight for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

As for Fuxi, Nuwa, and Kunpeng, they stayed behind to continue hosting the many great powers invited this time.

After all, the Thirty-three Heavens was their main base, and with so many great powers still present, it was impossible for everyone to leave.

And most importantly, they still did not understand the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Moreover, Dijun had just broken through, having severed one corpse, and with the strength of a Quasi-Saint, he believed crushing the Twelve Ancestral Witches would be a simple task.

But the battle that followed shocked everyone.

The formidable strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches completely overturned everyone's understanding.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had no Primordial Spirit, but relying on their indomitable physical bodies and their innate ability to control the laws of the world, Dijun and Taiyi attacked together, yet they were actually blocked.

One must know, Dijun was a Quasi-Saint—even if he had only just severed a corpse to become one, he was still a Quasi-Saint.

Yet the Twelve Ancestral Witches held him back.

Such physical bodies moved everyone deeply.

Beyond that, Taiyi naturally used the Chaos Bell, but even the Chaos Bell's attacks were likewise blocked.

This was truly unbelievable.

Where exactly did this Witch Clan come from?

And what origins did these twelve leaders, who called themselves Ancestral Witches, have?

Everyone deduced the heavenly secrets, and the information they obtained left them speechless for a long time.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Witch Clan—they were a race born from Pangu's bloodline.

This race had no Primordial Spirit, but their terrifyingly strong physical bodies were beyond appalling.

Although Taiyi had not fully refined the Chaos Bell and could not fully unleash its power, had anyone ever seen someone dare to withstand an Innate Supreme Treasure with just their physical body?

Now, they could witness it.

Dijun and Taiyi roared in fury, unleashing every means at their disposal, fighting the Twelve Ancestral Witches until heaven and earth shattered.

But this battle was destined to be indecisive.

In the end, Dijun and Taiyi could only retreat for the time being, to reconsider their strategy.

And the many great powers also took their leave from the Thirty-three Heavens one after another.

As for the sudden emergence of the Witch Clan and the formidable strength they displayed, everyone felt both shock and delight, a very complicated mix of emotions.

But for now, having the Witch Clan around was still quite good.

After all, truly letting the Demon Race dominate alone would have been far too hard to accept.