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Di Jiang snorted coldly, and his blood and qi erupted, causing the surroundings to vibrate and buzz.

"Yuanshi, what brings you here?"

His voice was rough, making no attempt to conceal the hostility and vigilance that came from the depths of his blood.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones are all descendants of Pangu, they have long been at odds over who is the true successor of Pangu.

The Three Pure Ones claim to be the transformation of Pangu's primordial spirit, the orthodox lineage of the Xuanmen (Taoist school), personally transmitted by the Dao Ancestor, enjoying the holy position of the Heavenly Dao, and overlooking the primordial world.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, on the other hand, were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu. They proved their Dao through force, did not cultivate their primordial spirit, did not respect the Dao of Heaven, and considered themselves to be the true descendants of Pangu.

Even now that the Three Pure Ones have all become saints, the Wu tribe has never truly bowed down.

The Wu tribe especially loathed the arrogant Jade Purity Saint, Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Having heard that Ran Deng is dead, how dare you, a saint, have the audacity to visit my Wu clan?"

Beside him, Zhu Rong's body was enveloped in a surge of true solar fire, and he grinned, his voice filled with undisguised sarcasm.

His hair was fiery red, his muscles were bulging, and his eyes blazed with fire, as if he might suddenly erupt into a rage at any moment.

"What, now that the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect is dead, you can't sit still and want to come to my Wu Clan for help?"

"Or is it that... your dear elder brother's father was stripped of his Human Sect and demoted from the Saint Realm, and you, as his younger brother, feel ashamed and want to vent your anger on my Witch Clan?"

Every word was sarcastic and scathing.

The ancestral witches, including Jumang, Gonggong, Rushou, and Xuanming, also displayed different expressions, some mocking, some wary, and some indifferent.

Houtu's eyes were clear as she looked at Yuanshi Tianzun's increasingly gloomy face, and a sense of foreboding arose in her heart.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood quietly amidst the Jade Purity Immortal Light, showing no anger in the face of Zhu Rong's mockery and the undisguised hostility of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the twelve ancestral witches before finally settling on Dijiang.

"The Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan is still as rude and vulgar as ever."

Yuanshi's voice was calm, yet carried an air of superior indifference:

"I have come here today not for personal grudges, nor to ask for help."

He paused, the three jade ruyi scepters in his sleeve shimmering with light, reflecting the deep calculation in his eyes:

"Instead... it's a tremendous opportunity for the Witch Clan."

"Opportunity?"

Dijiang, carrying a giant axe, grinned:

"Yuanshi, your Chan Sect prides itself on being the orthodox lineage of the Xuanmen (Taoist school) and has always regarded my Wu Clan as barbarians. When have you ever been so kind as to offer my Wu Clan such an opportunity?"

"Is this some kind of malicious ploy, like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the ancestral witches burst into laughter.

Gonggong's body was enveloped in the surging power of water, like an enraged dragon, and he sneered:

"Yuanshi, speak your mind, or shut up!"

"My witch clan has no time for your charades!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's gaze turned cold, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light around his body suddenly surged!

"Buzz!"

The holy might surged down like a tide!

Inside the Pangu Palace, the enormous heart of Pangu suddenly stopped beating, its speed slowing down by half a beat.

All twelve Ancestral Witches trembled, their blood and qi surged, and for the first time, a solemn look appeared in their eyes.

Even though they do not cultivate their primordial spirit and are not afraid of the authority of the Heavenly Dao, they still feel a kind of suppression originating from the level of life when facing a veteran sage like Yuanshi.

"snort."

Yuanshi slowly withdrew his oppressive aura, his gaze returning to its indifferent state.

"The opportunity I mentioned is related to Xuandu."

Di Jiang's pupils contracted slightly, and the phantom of the giant axe in his hand slowly lowered.

"Xuan Du?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Yuan Shi's lips:

"good."

"Xuandu established the martial arts, passed it on to the human race, and gathered fortune. Now, he has attained the Great Luo of Hunyuan, and has been blessed with the merits of the Great Dao. He has already become a force to be reckoned with."

"This young man is ambitious and has grand plans."

His gaze swept over the twelve Ancestral Witches, and he said, word by word:

"He seized life-saving opportunities for the human race and established martial arts. It may seem that he was only spreading the Dao, but in reality... he wanted to make the human race rise completely and become the new protagonist of the prehistoric world."

"At that time, both the Lich and Demon races... will become stepping stones for the human race."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the Pangu Hall suddenly froze.

The expressions of the twelve Ancestral Witches all changed slightly.

Will humanity rise to become the protagonist of the primordial world?

This is definitely not a good thing for the Wu tribe.

"joke!"

Zhu Rong spoke first, flames surging around her:

"Humans are as weak as ants. Even if they cultivate martial arts, how strong can they become?"

"Our Wu clan is descended from Pangu, born with the power to control the laws of nature. Our blood and energy are earth-shattering; how can humans compare?"

Yuanshi glanced at him coldly:

"ignorance."

"The martial arts established by Xuandu are a way to tap into the potential of the human body and temper one's qi, blood, and will."

"In just a hundred years, the human race has produced hundreds of True Immortals and tens of thousands of Celestial Immortals."

"If we give them another ten thousand years, or even a hundred thousand years... the vitality of the human race may well rival that of the witch race."

"not to mention......"

He paused, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes:

"Human blood has a restraining effect on the physical body of the Wu race. You should all know this better than I do, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deathly silence fell over the Pangu Hall.

All twelve Ancestral Witches had gloomy expressions.

The blood of the human race is effective against the blood of the witch race, and they are naturally aware of this.

When the demon race slaughtered the human race, they wanted to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword to restrain the physical bodies of the witch race.

If the human race truly rises to prominence through martial arts, and their vitality reaches its peak... that would undoubtedly pose a huge threat to the witch race.

"What are you trying to say?"

Dijiang spoke slowly, his voice low and deep:

"Use my witch clan to eliminate Xuandu and annihilate the human race?"

"good."

Yuan Shi made no attempt to hide his true feelings, his gaze icy:

"Xuan Du has just attained the Hunyuan Daluo realm, and his realm is not yet stable, making him the weakest he is at this time."

"Moreover, as the teacher of the human race, he is bound to the fate of the human race. If the human race suffers a severe blow, he will suffer a backlash. At that time, his foundation will collapse, his martial arts will dissipate, and he will no longer be a threat."

He looked at Dijiang, his tone carrying a hint of seduction:

"If the Witch Clan were to take action now, overturning the shores of the East Sea and severing the spiritual veins of this place, they could not only eliminate a major future threat, but also use this opportunity to intimidate the Demon Clan and demonstrate the Witch Clan's majesty."

"During the great calamity, the Wu clan's fortune will rise greatly, and they may well be able to overwhelm the demon clan and become the sole overlord of the prehistoric world."

The words echoed in the hearts of the twelve ancestral witches.

Houtu spoke slowly, her voice clear:

"The Beginning".

Why are you helping my witch clan?

"It is true that Xuandu has a grudge against your Chan Sect, but as a sage, why don't you take action yourself instead of relying on the power of my Wu Clan?"

"Could it be... that they're afraid of the Tongtian Sect Leader's Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation?"

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches felt a chill run down their spines.

Yes.

Yuanshi and Xuandu have a deep-seated hatred for each other, so why don't they take action themselves and instead come to the Wu tribe to persuade them?

The Primordial Celestial Venerable remained expressionless and said calmly:

"The Great Tribulation has just passed, and Xuandu has received the merits of the Great Dao. His fortune is at its peak. If he makes a move now, he may suffer a backlash from the Great Dao."

"Moreover, Tongtian is protective of his own. If I were to take action myself, he would surely set up the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which would inevitably lead to a holy war and increase the unpredictability of the situation."

"But the witch clan is different."

He glanced at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:

"The Wu Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit, is not afraid of the authority of the Heavenly Dao, and is not involved in the cause and effect of the Great Dao."

"Your actions have devastated the shores of the East Sea and severed the foundation of the human race. This is a conflict between different races, which is perfectly reasonable. Even if Tongtian is furious, he will find it difficult to find an excuse to retaliate."

"At that time, the witch clan will benefit, and I will achieve my goal. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"

Every word was calculated, leaving no room for error.

Dijiang remained silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head:

"Yuanshi, you've got a good plan."

"By borrowing the power of my Witch Clan, I will rid you of your great enemy, and in return, my Witch Clan will bear the wrath of the heavens for you."

"Do you really think my witch clan... is stupid?"