"What? You're saying Fellow Daoist Daochen has already found that opportunity?"
Fuxi froze at her words, then his face lit up with wild delight.
"Elder brother, you..."
Seeing Fuxi like this, Nüwa slapped her forehead.
She had no idea why her normally steady elder brother seemed to lose every last shred of intelligence whenever Daochen was involved.
Daochen had found the opportunity first.
But if he found it, that meant his little sister might not get anything!!!
At that thought, Nüwa was overcome with frustration.
If Fuxi had not been her elder brother, born from the same source as her, she might truly have wanted to sever all ties with him.
Fuxi's attitude toward Daochen always made her feel that one day, he really might sell her off...
"Er, little sister, don't worry. Given Fellow Daoist Daochen's temperament, I'm sure that if we ask him for it, he'll let us have it."
Seeing Nüwa staring at him with such resentment, Fuxi looked embarrassed and hurried to reassure her.
"Daochen would let us have it???"
At those words, the resentment on Nüwa's face deepened.
A man who had beaten up a sage's disciple outside the Purple Heavens Palace over a single remark?
Would he really let them have it?
"It's over! The opportunity's gone!"
In a stretch of space not far from Mount Buzhou, the red-robed Old Ancestor Hongyun looked utterly dejected.
He had finally sensed an opportunity emerging, yet before he could even warm it in his hands, that feeling had vanished?
It left him feeling even worse than if he had eaten shit.
There was no helping it. Old Ancestor Hongyun really was poor!
He did not have a single decent Xiantian Spiritual Treasure to his name. He was merely scraping by on the strength of having taken form from the first primordial wisp of cloud.
"No, I'm still going to Mount Buzhou. I want to see which blind fool dared steal my opportunity!!!"
Old Ancestor Hongyun cursed as he sped onward.
"Elder brother, what should we do?"
Elsewhere, Yuanshi was also wearing a gloomy expression.
An opportunity had finally emerged, only to disappear right before their eyes.
"Let's go and look. According to my calculations, the time for that opportunity to emerge has not yet arrived. If it has vanished from our senses now, someone has likely concealed the workings of heaven."
Laozi formed seals with his fingers, his brows tightly knitted.
He tried to divine exactly who had concealed the workings of heaven.
But no matter how he calculated, he could find no clues.
"Elder brother is right. That opportunity suddenly vanished from our senses, so someone must have interfered with the workings of heaven. Once we go to Mount Buzhou and look, everything will become clear."
Tongtian stood atop the Green Duckweed Sword, his hair and beard streaming in the wind, looking for all the world like an unrivaled sword immortal.
"Then let's go and take a look. I want to see who dared ruin an opportunity belonging to us Three Pure Ones!"
With both Laozi and Tongtian saying this, a spark of hope rose again in Yuanshi's heart.
"Who goes there?"
As the three reached the foot of Mount Buzhou, a burly figure suddenly shot into the sky, towering killing intent swirling around him!
"We are the Three Pure Ones of Mount Kunlun. Please step aside and allow us to enter Mount Buzhou."
Looking at the Witch Clan member before him, Laozi frowned. But thinking of the opportunity about to emerge within Mount Buzhou, he restrained himself and answered patiently.
"You're the Three Pure Ones?"
When the great witch who had come forward to stop them heard Laozi identify himself as one of the Three Pure Ones, delight appeared on his face.
"Indeed! We are the Three Pure Ones of Mount Kunlun, the true orthodox heirs of Pangu!"
Yuanshi's old arrogance flared up again, and he trotted out the title of Pangu's orthodox heirs right to the great witch's face.
Oh no, this is going to end badly!
Laozi's expression changed.
What is wrong with this brother of mine?
Why must he poke precisely where it hurts?
Calling us Pangu's orthodox heirs in front of the Witch Clan-isn't that just asking for trouble?
Sure enough, the thought had barely crossed Laozi's mind when twelve terrifying auras soared into the sky from Pangu's Temple at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
"Who did you say were Pangu's orthodox heirs?"
Fire flashed in the air, and Zhurong appeared directly before Yuanshi.
He had been itching to find Yuanshi and fight him, but had never found an opening. Now, at last, his chance had come.
"Old fool Yuanshi, say it again if you have the guts! You Three Pure Ones are Pangu's orthodox heirs?"
Xuanming also appeared in the air, killing intent coiling around her.
Though Xuanming was a woman, her domineering presence was no less imposing. The moment she appeared, she laid into Yuanshi right in front of Laozi and Tongtian.
She truly spared him no dignity whatsoever.
"I..."
Confronted by Zhurong and Xuanming like this, Yuanshi was utterly bewildered.
Did I say something wrong?
We Three Pure Ones were formed from Pangu's primordial spirit. If we aren't Pangu's orthodox heirs, then what are we??
"Ah, we're in serious trouble."
Laozi let out a weary sigh.
Before setting out, he had warned Yuanshi over and over not to provoke the Twelve Ancestral Witches. As it turned out, Yuanshi had not gone looking for trouble, but the knives in his mouth had never stopped flying.
Calling the Three Pure Ones Pangu's orthodox heirs to the Twelve Ancestral Witches' faces-where did that leave them?
Pangu's crooked heirs???
"I'm afraid there's no avoiding this fight."
Tongtian, too, looked helplessly at Yuanshi.
Second brother, why can't you ever keep that mouth of yours shut???
"We brothers have long heard the great name of the Three Pure Ones. But for you to style yourselves Pangu's orthodox heirs... I, Dijiang, consider that utter nonsense."
Dijiang began fairly politely, but by the end, his true intentions were laid bare.
What bullshit orthodox heirs of Pangu are you Three Pure Ones? We Twelve Ancestral Witches are his true heirs!
"How dare you!"
Yuanshi flew into a rage.
Of the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi was the proudest. He had always looked down on others because he had been formed from Pangu's primordial spirit.
Now that the Twelve Ancestral Witches dared treat the Three Pure Ones this way, he naturally could not endure it!
With a thought, the Three Treasures Ruyi appeared above his head, and the pressure of a late-stage great Luo golden immortal erupted.
"You want to fight?"
Dijiang showed no fear whatsoever. With a shake of his body, an ancestral witch true form a million zhang tall appeared between heaven and earth. Endless killing intent surged forward, sweeping across the world.
Behind him, the Twelve Ancestral Witches all manifested their ancestral witch true forms.
Almost instantly, endless killing intent shrouded the entire foot of Mount Buzhou.
"Today, we Twelve Ancestral Witches will see just what right you Three Pure Ones have to call yourselves Pangu's orthodox heirs!"
With his head beneath the blue sky and his feet planted on the earth, Dijiang towered boundlessly above them. His ringing declaration boomed like great bells, echoing throughout Mount Buzhou.
"Hmm? What happened?"
Tens of millions of li from Mount Buzhou, the brothers Jieyin and Zhunti had just finished their secluded cultivation. They were preparing to head east, shake down a few handouts, and plunder some living beings to bring back to the west.
Sensing the heaven-shaking killing intent pouring out of Mount Buzhou, they were startled.
"How did the Twelve Ancestral Witches end up clashing with the Three Pure Ones?"
Jieyin looked bewildered. He had spent these past years in seclusion, and with the immeasurable distance between east and west, he knew nothing of what had happened outside Mount Kunlun.
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