Meanwhile, three figures shot into the sky from Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou: Rushou, Goumang, and Tianwu, three of the Ancestral Witches.
Behind them followed the four Great Shamans, Xingtian, Kuafu, Houyi, and Jiufeng, along with nearly ten thousand members of the Witch Clan.
The party headed toward Mount Sumeru in the Western Land, bristling with fury.
"Jieyin and Zhunti have really kicked the hornet's nest!"
Seeing this, Daochen's mouth twitched.
He had to admit, those two baldheads, Jieyin and Zhunti, had some nerve. Of all the people they could provoke, they had to choose the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
They had actually thought of taking members of the Witch Clan to the Western Land and forcibly converting them?
Were they trying to turn these muscle-brained fellows into vajra guardians for their Western Religion?
Admittedly, the physiques and appearances of Buddhist vajra guardians in later generations really did resemble these members of the Witch Clan. The problem was that these muscle-brained fellows had no primordial spirit.
Buddhism had sprung from the Mystic Gate's traditions. Its doctrines might differ, but it still primarily cultivated the primordial spirit!
They had dragged these muscle-brained fellows to the Western Land to convert them with the Western Religion's scriptures?
Was this the Primordial World's version of playing a lute to a cow?
They might even end up covered in filth for their trouble.
For instance, with Rushou, Goumang, and Tianwu, three Ancestral Shamans, now marching on Mount Sumeru together, could Jieyin and Zhunti possibly come out ahead with their cultivation?
They would probably have to cough everything back up, principal and interest alike.
Daochen shook his head. He truly could not fathom what those two baldheads, Jieyin and Zhunti, were thinking!
Still, the Witch Clan had already offended the Three Pure Ones. If they fell out