The Twelve Ancestral Witches Were Stunned

It has been tens of thousands of years since the Lich's first battle.

In the initial battle between the liches, both races suffered heavy losses, with countless people perishing in the fighting; it was a Pyrrhic victory.

The only redeeming quality is that the top combat strength of both the lich and lich races is still quite good.

Under their leadership, after tens of thousands of years of recuperation, the fighting strength of both races finally recovered, and they were even stronger than before.

The two races wielded power throughout the Primordial Wilderness Land; they were two extremely powerful forces!

At this time.

Inside the Pangu Hall of the Witch Clan.

There are twelve thrones in the hall, and each throne is occupied by a very powerful expert.

They are the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan!

The one sitting in the very center is named Dijiang, the Time Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan!

"My dear brothers and sisters, although we haven't had any major wars with the Demon Race in recent years, small battles have been frequent. What do you think we should do?" Dijiang asked in a loud voice, his face stern.

"Snort!"

No sooner had Dijiang finished speaking than Wu Rong, the Fire Ancestor with the worst temper, immediately snorted coldly, his eyes widening like copper bells, filled with Sha Qi.

His voice, filled with murderous intent, said, "Brother, what more is there to say? That Demon Race is so Qi Ingestion, let's just fight them again. This time, we'll definitely wipe Demon Race all out!"

If it weren't for Hongjun's intervention back then, the Demon Race would definitely not have been a match for them!

"Zhurong, why are you still so short-tempered and so easily angered?" Before Dijiang could figure out how to start the conversation, Gong, the ancestral witch of water who had always had a very bad relationship with Zhurong, spoke up at that moment.

He looked at Zhurong and said loudly, "Even if we could defeat the Demon Race back then, how much fighting power do you think our Witch Clan would have saved? Is this what you want to see?"

"Well, Gonggong, are you scared?"

Zhurong slammed her hand on the table in anger, stood up, glared furiously at Gonggong, and shouted, "You may be afraid, but the people of my Witch Clan are absolutely not afraid of death!"

"For us, dying on the battlefield is a great honor!"

"Zhurong... you... as the ancestral witch of the Witch Clan, how can you not care about the lives of your people!"

Gonggong retorted Qi Ingestion, "I, Gonggong, stand tall between heaven and earth. What have I ever feared? What have I ever dreaded? If I could, I wouldn't want to watch my people die on the battlefield."

"But..."

"Alright!"

Just as Zhurong was about to angrily rebuke Gonggong for his cowardice, Dijiang finally couldn't bear to watch any longer.

He suddenly shouted a tirade, his voice booming like thunder.

Gonggong and Zhurong subconsciously stopped arguing. Then Dijiang glanced at the other ancestral witches and asked, "Do you have any other opinions?"

"Big brother." Just then, a voice as melodious as a nightingale's hoot rang out.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

It was Houtu, the Ancestral Witch Houtu, with beautiful features.

"What does Houtu want to say?" Dijiang asked with a smile.

"Brothers and sisters, I think the most important thing for our Ancestral Witch Clan right now is to raise our children and avoid starting wars. Only in this way can we become strong as soon as possible!" Houtu's melodious voice rang out as she spoke eloquently.

"Otherwise, if we fight the Demon Race race again, our people will suffer death and injury once more."

It was obvious that Houtu did not want to continue fighting with the Demon Race race.

"Indeed, what Sister Houtu said makes perfect sense!" Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Rain, also said softly, "We should first rest and recuperate, and accumulate our fighting strength!"

"Yes, we really shouldn't be in such a hurry right now!" Dijiang agreed.

Suddenly, the heavens and earth trembled, emitting a rumbling sound, and an incomparably powerful aura swept over the entire Witch Clan Witch Clan, enveloping them in the blink of an eye.

Faced with such overwhelming power, even Dijiang and the other ancestral witches couldn't help but change their expressions and feel a tightness in their hearts.

"How dare you! Who are you to dare trespass on our Witch Clan's territory?" Zhurong was incredibly frustrated because his suggestion hadn't been accepted by the others. Now, suddenly sensing this terrifying aura, he flew into a rage and roared, "Let me take your dog's life!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhurong, whose temper was as fiery as a volcano, swiftly raised his foot and rode the fire dragon into the sky, carrying with him a mighty aura.

"This is bad!"

Seeing this, Dijiang whispered, "The people who came aren't Dijun or Taiyi, and they don't seem to have any hostility towards us. Zhurong goes out at this time, she might get into trouble!"

Having said that, he didn't say anything more, and quickly tore through the void, passing through it.

As expected of Dijiang, who controls the power of spatial order, he can easily traverse space.

Let's go together!

The remaining Ancestral Witches exchanged glances and then leaped into the sky one by one.

"Huh? Besides the initial overwhelming aura, there's also a very familiar, ethereal presence!" Suddenly, Houtu couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Then, as if remembering something, she exclaimed, "Could it be him... him...?"

"Brother Zhurong, please don't intervene! It will jeopardize everything!"

The next second, Houtu also flew swiftly into the void.

At the same time, Zhurong, riding on two fiery serpents, flew into the sky with immense pressure.

They wanted to find the guy who dared to trespass on their Witch Clan's territory and fight him, so that he would know that no matter who he was, he could run wild on the Witch Clan's land.

Soon, Zhurong passed through the layers of wontons and saw something radiating a powerful aura.

But it was precisely when he saw what it was that he froze instantly!

Even though Zhurong was never afraid of heaven and earth, when he saw the enormous Zhulong, which was large enough to block out the sun and moon, he still stood there dumbfounded and dared not make a move.

The numbers are easy to understand at a glance.

The giant dragon lay horizontally at the top of the sky, seemingly shoulder to shoulder with the sun, exuding a terrifying aura capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Those enormous eyes were staring at Zhurong with utter coldness, devoid of any warmth.

Just like ants.

In particular, the Sha Qi emanating from his body enveloped the entire world, almost distorting the surrounding void.

Zhurong subconsciously swallowed, a look of apprehension on his face. Although you're not very scared yet, you're already on edge.

Because he understood very well that the Zhulong in front of him was extremely powerful, even much stronger than Dijun and Taiyi.

If he had been even slightly unfitted, he could have died here.

Although Zhurong had a bad temper and loved fighting, he wasn't stupid; he was quite sensible in some matters.

That's why he didn't attack right away.

With a whoosh, Zhurong took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Zhulong, and shouted, "Hey, you black dragon, why have you suddenly barged into our Witch Clan's territory?"

Just then, the void beside Zhurong suddenly distorted, and then Dijiang's figure appeared beside him.

How could that be?

The moment Dijiang saw the black dragon, he tensed up and his brows furrowed.

While he was relieved that Zhurong hadn't made a move yet, his expression remained extremely solemn as he looked at the dragon's head.

However, it was because he had sensed several auras on the dragon's head earlier.

It's not Zhurong's fault for not detecting Lin Yunji and the others' presence immediately.

After all, Zhulong's aura was too powerful and domineering, so Zhurong's attention was immediately focused on Zhulong.

However, Dijiang was more observant and noticed Lin Yunji and the others due to the slight fluctuations in space.

But it was also because he noticed Lin Yunji and the others that Dijiang's expression became even more serious.

For someone to subdue a divine dragon and make it their mount, what level of cultivation would they need to reach?

In any case, he's no match for her!

He was very self-aware; his cultivation level was probably inferior to that of the divine dragon, let alone the person who subdued it.

"May I ask which holy figure has come to my Witch Clan?"

Suddenly, Lin Yunji, who was standing on the dragon's head, slowly walked down with several women.

"How could this be! How could there still be living beings here?"

Upon seeing Lin Yunji and the others, Zhurong's eyes widened in surprise. "He's actually standing on the dragon's head! Who is he?"

The more Zhurong examined Lin Yunji, the more astonished she became.

Because he clearly sensed the ethereal aura emanating from Lin Yunji, and that the other party possessed boundless Law Power within him, which was extremely terrifying and unfathomable!

Besides that, what surprised him even more was...

Lin Yunji actually possessed a power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

That power was in no way inferior to the physical strength of their ancestral witches.

"How could this be? There are actually living beings in this world that can compare to the ancestral home of our Witch Clan!" Zhurong cried out in disbelief.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan were all formed from the Essence Blood of Pangu. Besides being born with the ability to control the power of order, what they were most proud of was their physical strength.

Therefore, even the physical strength of Heavenly Dao Sage is inferior to theirs.

But he could never have imagined that the man before him could rival them with his physical strength alone, so powerful that it was frightening. Therefore, at that moment, Zhurong was extremely wary!

Since Zhurong had sensed Lin Yunji's terrifying power, Dijiang naturally sensed it as well.

In an instant, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a shrewd glint in them, his expression extremely solemn and wary.

Because he knows!

If Zhulong and the powerful Lin Yunji were to join forces, today might be the day the Witch Clan is destroyed.

Even if all Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat the opponent!

The only saving grace was that the other party showed no hostility.

Even so, Dijiang still sent a telepathic message to Zhurong, warning him to be extremely careful and not to act rashly, lest he anger the other party.

"I am Lin Yunji, a disciple of the Cult Master Tongtian Sect Master, and I have come here to find the Ancestral Witch Houtu."

Lin Yunji's calm voice suddenly rang out.

In fact, Lin Yunji and Houtu didn't have much contact. He only met Hou Tu once when he heard about it at the Purple Cloud Palace, and then once when he saw him at Eagle-Dove Mountain. Apart from that, Houtu didn't even appear when Lady Nüwa created the Snail Emperor Heaven.

But this was merely an excuse for Lin Yunji to come and search for Heavenly Dao Fragment!

"Are you a disciple of a Sage?"

Upon hearing Lin Yunji's words, Dijiang and Zhurong tensed up.

They were aware of the unpredictable methods of the Sage, especially the descriptions of the terrifying nature of Dao Ancestor Hongjun Houtian they had heard in the Purple Cloud Palace.

Even the Witch Clan, which is not afraid of heaven and earth, would not casually offend the Sage of the Heavenly Dao.

Not to mention, Lin Yunji said he came to find the Ancestral Witch Houtu.

Lijiang immediately smiled, cupped his hands, and said, "I didn't expect you to be a disciple of the Sage. May I ask what brings you here to find Sister Houtu?"

"Nothing much, it's just that he invited me to come and visit your Witch Clan, so I just stopped by on my way!" Lin Yunji said, shaking his head slightly.

Upon hearing this, Zhurong Dijiang exchanged a glance and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if they came to see Ancestral Witch Houtu, then they are not enemies.

There was really no other way; Lin Yunji's aura was just too powerful just now, so they had to be on guard.

"Hahaha... Since she's friends with Houtu, she must also be friends with our Witch Clan. Of course, we'd be very happy to welcome her!"

Zhu Rong laughed heartily and said, "I was very rude just now!"

This also shows that although Zhurong had a fiery temper and liked to fight, she was also very affectionate towards her brothers and sisters.

Although they often clashed with Gonggong, they actually had a very good relationship.

Not long after, ten figures suddenly appeared in front of them, one of whom happened to be Houtu.

"Lin... Lin Yunji young friend!"

When Hou Tu saw Lin Yunji, Houtu eyes lit up and he shouted happily.