Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

When the Tongtian Sect Leader heard Lin Xuan's words, he was completely stunned.

He stared wide-eyed at Lin Xuan, as if he didn't recognize him: "Lin Xuan, are you out of your mind? That's Zixiao Palace! It's the territory of Dao Ancestor Hongjun! Back then, when we went there to listen to his teachings, we didn't even dare to breathe loudly. What are you, a mere Ancestral Witch who hasn't even become a Saint, doing there? Isn't that like a lamb entering a tiger's den?"

"A lamb entering a tiger's den? Brother, you've got it backwards. Today I'm going to show them what it means to be a dragon crossing the river." Lin Xuan waved his hand dismissively.

He is now extremely confident. His physical body is at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, and his primordial spirit is at the late Quasi-Saint level. He also holds a bunch of trump cards given to him by the system. Most importantly, he is backed by the luck of the human race and the authority of the Earthly Dao. Even Hongjun would not dare to directly kill him in Zixiao Palace, otherwise the backlash from the Heavenly Dao could blow up Zixiao Palace.

Without wasting any words, Lin Xuan raised his head and roared at the sky above the Pangu Palace.

"Big brother! Guys! Wake up, get out there and greet our customers!"

Lin Xuan's roar used the true essence of the Wu Clan, and the sound echoed throughout the entire Pangu Palace like thunder.

Less than three seconds.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The space throughout the Pangu Palace was violently torn apart. The twelve ancestral witches, including Dijiang, Zhurong, and Gonggong, carrying a strong aura of malevolence, leaped out of the void and instantly surrounded Lin Xuan and Tongtian.

"Thirteenth Brother, what's wrong? Who's come to our door?" Zhu Rong held the flaming Heaven-Burning Halberd in his hand, his eyes wide like copper bells, looking around as if he were ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Dijiang clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking: "Are they remnants of the demon race or those two bald monks from the West? I'll twist their heads off and use them as footballs today!"

Seeing this group of menacing, muscular men, the Tongtian Sect Leader instinctively took a half-step back. Although he was a saint, he was still a little uneasy in the face of these twelve unreasonable brutes.

"Nobody came knocking on our door." Lin Xuan gestured for his brothers to calm down. "It was that shameless old bastard Yuanshi Tianzun who went to Zixiao Palace to complain, trying to force Brother Tongtian to sign the Investiture of the Gods. I plan to go to Zixiao Palace and teach him a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Dijiang slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Go to Zixiao Palace? Great! I've been wanting to get my hands on that lousy place for ages. Brothers, grab your gear, let's go to Zixiao Palace for a team-building trip today!"

"Brother, don't bring weapons. We're going to reason with them, not to rob them." Lin Xuan quickly stopped Gonggong, who was about to draw his sword, and turned to order, "Call all the most troublesome little devils in the family. Today we're going to give the Dao Ancestor a little surprise."

Before long, the mischievous children were led over by the Holy Mother Wudang.

Lin Tian walked at the front, habitually weighing the gleaming golden brick in his hand. Lin Yang had a ball of mutated chaotic true fire on his head, distorting the surrounding air. Lin Long had just been beaten up by Lin Xuan and was now lying on the ground sulking, chewing on a piece of black iron wood he had picked up from who-knows-where.

The most eye-catching was Su Daji's daughter, Lin Xi. This little girl was dressed in a golden outfit, clutching the winged treasure-dropping coin tightly in her hand, her big eyes darting around, her face clearly saying "I'm going to cause trouble."

"Dad, where are we going to play? Can we smash things?" Lin Tian asked excitedly as he leaned over.

"We're going to a place called Zixiao Palace. Once we get there, you can play however you want. If anything happens, Dad will take care of it." Lin Xuan patted Lin Tian's little head and smiled kindly.

The Tongtian Sect Leader watched from the sidelines, wiping away cold sweat. He was now starting to feel sorry for the Primordial Celestial Lord. This wasn't a meeting; it was practically sending a demolition crew to Zixiao Palace.

"Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Lin Xuan sent Di Jiang to use the laws of space to tear open a huge passage leading to the thirty-third layer of outer chaos above the Pangu Palace.

The whole family went inside in a large group.

Meanwhile, inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Of the six prayer cushions, only the seat for the Tongtian Sect Leader was empty; Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti were already present. Nuwa sat at the very edge, pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed. Her entire focus was on Lin Xuan, and she had no intention of getting involved in this mess.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood before Hongjun, passionately denouncing the crimes of the Jie Sect.

"Teacher, look at Tongtian's attitude! You rang the Purple Gold Bell, and he dared to be late! He clearly doesn't respect you. Those disciples of the Jie Sect are always hanging around with the Witch Clan, creating a chaotic mess. This time, the Investiture of the Gods must be filled by all the disciples of the Jie Sect to uphold the Heavenly Way!"

Zhunti nodded repeatedly in agreement, "Brother Yuanshi is right. Our Western Regions are barren and we really can't spare any manpower. The Jie Sect is known for its 'ten thousand immortals paying homage,' so the important task of making the list should naturally fall to them."

Hongjun sat on the high platform, his eyes half-closed, and remained silent, seemingly waiting for Tongtian to arrive.

Just as Yuanshi Tianzun was preparing to continue stirring up trouble.

"Boom—!"

Suddenly, the two tightly closed bronze doors of Zixiao Palace emitted a deafening crash. Immediately afterward, the doors were violently kicked open from the outside. The two door panels flew off and slammed heavily against the pillars of the main hall.

A violent aura, mixed with the laughter of the children, instantly surged into this tranquil and peaceful sacred place.

"Holy crap, this door is pretty sturdy." Dijiang's loud voice rang out from the doorway.

Lin Xuan swaggered in, hands behind his back. Behind him followed the Tongtian Sect Leader and twelve muscular Ancestral Witches. Worst of all, Lin Tian and his gang of mischievous kids, as soon as they entered, ran rampant throughout the Zixiao Palace like wild dogs.

Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti were all dumbfounded.

They never dreamed that Lin Xuan would dare to lead this group of evil stars directly into the Zixiao Palace!