"Hahahaha..."
Dijiang's laughter came rolling forth, shaking the vast emerald waters of the East Sea into ceaseless waves.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches arrived in imposing force, their enormous bodies almost blotting out half the sky.
Each of them exuded an intensely rich aura of the Pangu Bloodline.
Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, and Gonggong in particular gazed at Gu Changqing with eyes so ardent they seemed ready to set the void ablaze.
"Fellow Daoist Changqing!"
Dijiang strode forward, making the void rumble.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he bowed solemnly to Gu Changqing.
"Dijiang of the Witch Clan greets you, Fellow Daoist!"
Boom!
As he bowed,
invisible ripples seemed to spread through Heaven and Earth.
Immediately afterward, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong, and the other Ancestral Witches all bent forward to salute Gu Changqing.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist!"
Their voices thundered, shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
The sight instantly stirred an uproar among all living beings in the Primordial World.
Just what sort of beings were the Twelve Ancestral Witches?
Born from Pangu essence blood, they were terrifying beings who, from birth, neither revered heaven nor bowed to earth, nor submitted to Sages.
Even before Dao Ancestor Hongjun, they had never offered such a solemn salute.
Yet now, they all lowered their heads to Gu Changqing, a drunkard of human birth.
What did this mean?
Could it be that, in the Witch Clan's eyes, Gu Changqing already stood on the same level as Father God Pangu?
For a time, all living beings buzzed with discussion.
Faced with the Twelve Ancestral Witches' salute, however, Gu Changqing merely tilted his head.
"Uh... what are you all doing?"
Dijiang raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.
"We sensed Father God's presence."
"Though the Dao you comprehended is not Father God's true form, it carries