He rubbed his eyes, glanced at the four Ancestral Witches fighting, and became even more certain of his earlier idea.
I need to find a few Saints to serve as whetstones for these Ancestral Witches and wear off some of their excess energy while I'm at it.
Otherwise, if this keeps up, they'll probably tear the whole place apart.
Of course, what bad intentions could Lin Tian possibly have?
He was merely finding suitable sparring partners for these exceptionally energetic brothers-in-law of his.
Besides, those opponents could not be killed permanently. Even if they were accidentally beaten to death, they could revive after a while through the primordial spirits and true spirits they had entrusted to the Heavenly Dao.
There really were no better tools for the job.
Meanwhile, Primordial Heavenly Venerable, completely unaware that Lin Tian had already classified him as a tool, witnessed the battle between the four Ancestral Witches on Mount Buzhou.
His first reaction was to intervene in secret and see whether he could intensify their conflict enough to bring about the death of one of them.
But then he recalled what had happened to Zhunti and Jieyin, along with that terrifying phantom carrying an axe.
That instantly extinguished the idea in Primordial Heavenly Venerable's mind.
I'd better scheme against the Witch Clan from another angle. Dao Ancestor Hongjun never specified exactly when I had to make Houtu become earthly dao reincarnation anyway.
Besides, I haven't finished comprehending this fragment of earthly dao laws. It's better to play things safe for now.
Still, Primordial Heavenly Venerable unconsciously turned his gaze toward Zhurong, who was taking an utterly miserable beating.
Putting himself in Zhurong's shoes, Primordial Heavenly Venerable felt that after being beaten so badly by three other Ancestral Witches, Ancestral Witch Zhurong's heart would surely be