"Wait here for me, and don't wander off."
"Once I return, I'll tell you what to do!"
With that, Ancestral Witch Zhurong turned and left his cave abode, openly issuing instructions to the senior members of the Witch Clan in the Zhurong Tribe at the same time.
He ordered every member of the tribe to migrate toward Mount Buzhou.
The reason he gave was that he intended to refine a Witch Artifact here, and it might explode, so they needed to move.
The senior members of the Zhurong Tribe did not question Ancestral Witch Zhurong's order. On the contrary, they thought it perfectly normal.
After all, their Ancestral Witch Zhurong had done this before.
After issuing the order for his people to relocate, Zhurong began secretly savoring his triumph.
When he recalled the scene of himself berating the incarnation of Yuanshi's Evil Corpse, an irrepressible smile spread across his face.
That felt so good!
In the past, the Three Pure Ones had always scorned these Ancestral Witches for lacking primordial spirits, knowing nothing of Heaven's ordained fate, and showing no respect for Heaven's will. They were nothing but a bunch of muscle-bound barbarians and brainless brutes.
Especially the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, whose eyes had always sat atop his head!
Now, he had finally thrown those very same words right back at him.
He had to admit, it felt utterly glorious!
Even Zhurong's steps grew a little lighter.
Meanwhile, the incarnation of Yuanshi's Evil Corpse remained where he was, staring blankly at Ancestral Witch Zhurong's retreating back.
Wait!
Had Zhurong, that famously brainless Ancestral Witch, just berated me?
He even called me a brainless brute and an idiot!
As realization dawned, anger visibly crept across Yuanshi's Evil Corpse's face!
He could barely hold himself together!
As one of the Three Corpses