Within the Blood God Palace of the Netherworld Blood Sea, a system prompt sounded in Minghe's mind.
"Ding. The first great battle between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race is about to erupt. Host may choose one of the following." "Option one: Assist the Demon Race against the Witch Clan. Reward: one drop of Three-legged Golden Crow essence blood." "Option two: Assist the Witch Clan against the Demon Race. Reward: the Witch Clan's Nine Revolutions Profound Technique." "Option three: Assist neither side. Reward: Blood Sea True Body."
Minghe had been comprehending the Five Elements when the system's voice suddenly rang out in his mind. Strangely, it did not seem to affect his cultivation at all.
There was no risk of cultivation deviation or anything of the sort. It was as though he had entered an exceedingly profound state.
He could divide his attention, continuing to comprehend the laws while dealing with the system's choice.
"System, I choose option three." Minghe did not need to think about it at all before making his choice.
After all, this was far too easy to choose.
Helping either the Demon Race or the Witch Clan was impossible. Lying low in the Blood Sea was the only way out.
As soon as Minghe made his choice, the reward was issued. With Minghe's consent, the reward was directly transmitted into his mind.
After all, Blood Sea True Body was a divine ability. Boundless information, vast as an ocean, flooded into Minghe's mind.
Blood Sea True Body. This was a divine ability exceptionally suited to Minghe.
Unlike the Blood God Sons in the Blood Scripture, the Blood God Sons were a special type of avatar.
By refining the Blood Sea's origin and fusing his true spirit with it,
Minghe could create up to four hundred and eighty million Blood God Sons.
Nor did he need to fear their destruction. So long as the Blood Sea did not run dry and its origin remained intact, he could continuously create more Blood God Sons.
Blood Sea True Body, however, was different. This divine ability directly devoured the Blood Sea and contained it within one's body.
It would place a burden on his body, but in return, it would greatly increase his strength.
It could be called an extremely practical combat divine ability. When facing enemies, every movement carried the power of the Blood Sea, crushing everything in its path and sweeping aside all opposition.
"At the end of the day, it still wants me to refine the Blood Sea!" After receiving the information on Blood Sea True Body, Minghe did not immediately cultivate it. Instead, he continued comprehending the Five Elements Laws.
That was because Minghe's current strength was still somewhat insufficient to refine an entire Blood Sea.
Whether it was Blood Sea True Body or the Blood God Sons, their true power could only be unleashed after he had refined the Blood Sea.
Besides, Minghe was not going anywhere these days. There was no need to rush cultivating divine abilities.
At the same time, on the lands of the Primordial World, the sudden appearance of the Witch Clan shook the Thirty-three Heavens.
When everyone looked toward the foot of Buzhou Mountain, they saw twelve incomparably towering figures standing upon the earth.
They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Endless baleful aura radiated from each of their bodies, shaking heaven and earth.
The entire Primordial World changed in response, and even the stars dimmed.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were, respectively, Ancestor Witch Dijiang of Space. Appearing in his true form, he resembled a yellow sack, crimson as cinnabar flame, with six legs and four wings, chaotic and faceless.
Ancestor Witch Jumang of Wood was green as verdant bamboo, with the body of a bird and the face of a man, riding two dragons beneath his feet.
Ancestor Witch Zhurong of Fire had the head of a beast and the body of a man, red scales covering his body, fire serpents piercing his ears, and fire dragons beneath his feet.
Ancestor Witch Rushou of Metal had a human face and tiger body, golden scales covering his form, twin wings growing from his shoulders, a snake through his left ear, and two dragons beneath his feet.
Ancestor Witch Gonggong of Water had the head of a python and the body of a man, black scales covering his body, a black dragon beneath his feet, and a green python coiled around his hands.
Ancestor Witch Xuanming of Rain resembled a ferocious giant beast, with bone spurs covering his entire body.
Ancestor Witch Qiangliang of Thunder held a snake in his mouth and another in his hands. He had a tiger's head and a man's body, four hooves, and long elbows.
Ancestor Witch Zhujiuyin of Time had a human head and dragon body, entirely crimson-red.
Ancestor Witch Tianwu of Wind had eight human-faced heads, a tiger's body, and eight tails.
Ancestor Witch Xizi of Lightning had a human face and bird body, green snakes hanging from his ears and a red snake in his hand.
Ancestor Witch Shebishi of Weather had a human face and beast body, ears like those of a dog, with green snakes hanging from them.
And Ancestor Witch Houtu of Earth had a human body and serpent tail, seven hands behind her back and two hands before her chest, both gripping soaring serpents.
The appearance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately made the members of the Demon Race, who had only just established the Heavenly Court, look extremely grim—especially Dijun.
Without question, the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan had dealt them a resounding slap in the face.
There was no way they could avoid a battle now.
And the best outcome would be to wipe out the Witch Clan in a single battle.
For some reason, the sight of the Twelve Ancestral Witches gave Dijun a very bad premonition.
It was as if the Witch Clan were the natural nemesis of the Demon Race.
Thus, after giving a few simple instructions, Dijun personally set out with Taiyi. The two descended from the Thirty-three Heavens and headed straight for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
As for Fuxi, Nuwa, and Kunpeng, they remained behind to continue entertaining the many great powers invited this time.
After all, the Thirty-three Heavens were their base of operations. With so many great powers still present, it was impossible for them all to leave.
More importantly, they still did not understand the strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Furthermore, Dijun had only just made a breakthrough and Severed a Corpse. With the strength of a Quasi-Saint, he believed crushing the Twelve Ancestral Witches would be effortless.
Yet the battle that followed shocked everyone.
The formidable strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches utterly overturned everyone's understanding.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches possessed no primordial spirits, but they had tyrannical physical bodies, along with innate divine abilities that allowed them to control laws.
Even when Dijun and Taiyi joined forces, they were unable to break through them.
One had to know that Dijun was a Quasi-Saint. Even if he had only just become one through Severing the Corpse, he was still a Quasi-Saint.
Yet the Twelve Ancestral Witches had stopped him.
Such physical bodies moved everyone.
Moreover, Taiyi naturally used the Chaos Bell as well, but even the Chaos Bell's attacks were blocked.
That was truly inconceivable.
Where had this Witch Clan come from?
And what were the origins of these twelve fellows who called themselves Ancestral Witches?
Everyone calculated the heavenly secrets, and the information they obtained left them speechless for a long time.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Witch Clan were actually a race formed from Pangu's bloodline.
This race possessed no primordial spirits, but its tyrannical physical bodies were outrageously powerful.
Taiyi had not completely refined the Chaos Bell and could not fully unleash its power.
But had anyone ever seen someone dare to withstand an Innate Supreme Treasure with nothing but their physical body?
Now, they had.
Dijun and Taiyi roared in fury, unleashing every method at their disposal as they fought the Twelve Ancestral Witches until heaven and earth seemed to collapse.
But this battle was destined to end without a clear victor.
In the end, Dijun and Taiyi could only retreat for the time being and make further plans.
The many great powers also took their leave from the Thirty-three Heavens one after another.
The Witch Clan's sudden emergence and the powerful strength it had displayed left everyone shocked and delighted, their feelings exceedingly complicated.
But for the moment, the existence of the Witch Clan was still a good thing.
After all, it would be far too difficult to accept if the Demon Race were truly allowed to dominate alone.
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