Then he would wait for the other Ancestral Witches' true forms to arrive, set up the Twelve-All-Heaven Baleful God Formation, and refine him into oblivion!
But this concerned his little sister Houtu's safety. That was the only reason Zhurong forcibly restrained the killing intent in his heart and wasted so much time listening to this incarnation of Yuanshi prattle on.
Otherwise, with Zhurong's simple, brutal temperament, why would he bother with all these twists and turns?
After hearing Zhurong's impatient words, a trace of contempt flashed through the eyes of Yuanshi's incarnation of evil thoughts.
Although I'm merely an incarnation of one of the Three Corpses, I still possess Saint-level combat strength. A mere Ancestral Witch in the quasi-Saint realm like you thinks he can teach me a lesson?
You must be tired of living.
However, those thoughts merely flitted through the mind of Yuanshi's Evil Corpse incarnation. Before his original self completed his scheme, he would not touch the Ancestral Witch Zhurong.
With a thought, he immediately laid several more formations within Zhurong's cave abode to obscure heavenly secrets and prevent anyone from spying or eavesdropping.
Only after ensuring nothing could go wrong did Yuanshi's Evil Corpse incarnation slowly speak:
"My original self's plan is actually very simple. All we need to do is find a way to lure the Ancestral Witch Houtu to the Netherworld Blood Sea."
"According to the heavenly secrets, that is the most suitable place for Houtu to sacrifice herself and bring earthly Dao reincarnation into being."
"When that happens, fellow Daoist Zhurong, not only will you have rid yourself of Houtu, who shows you no mercy, but you will also obtain boundless merit for the Witch Clan. You could rightly be called the Witch Clan's savior."
"You will have helped the Witch Clan avoid