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

Inside the Pangu Hall, the atmosphere was originally peaceful.

Lin Xuan was holding a small rattle drum, teasing Lin Tian in the cradle. This kid is getting smarter and smarter. He doesn't even reach for the rattle drum when he sees it. He just uses his faint divine sense to roll the drum over and play with it, saving time and effort.

Beside them, Xihe and Changxi were sitting together sewing little clothes. The two goddesses' bellies were now slightly protruding, and their faces were filled with a blissful glow.

"Husband, look at this dress, how about embroidering a sun on it?" Xihe gestured with a small golden bib.

"Okay, all is well," Lin Xuan replied with a smile. "Let's embroider a Taiyin Rabbit on the back, for the harmony of Yin and Yang."

Just then, Lin Xuan's heart suddenly clenched.

The feeling was like someone had stabbed his heart with a needle. Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable surge of sorrow and anger welled up from the depths of his soul.

"Ding! Warning! Humanity is suffering a massacre!"

"Ding! Detected that the host, as the 'Holy Father of Humanity,' has suffered damage to the human race's destiny, triggering the passive skill: The Wrath of the Holy Father!"

"What's wrong?" The Queen Mother of the West was the first to notice that something was wrong with Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, who had been smiling just a moment ago, was now frighteningly pale, and the rattle drum in his hand was crushed.

Lin Xuan didn't speak. He suddenly stood up and stepped out of the Pangu Palace.

He saw it.

Even though they were separated by a great distance, his fate was intertwined with that of the human race. He witnessed the tragic scene at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

The demon race reaped human lives like harvesting crops. The elderly were torn apart, children were devoured. Those humans who had just learned to call out "Holy Father" cried out his name in despair before collapsing in pools of blood. Their souls were forcibly ripped out by the demon race with black banners, emitting mournful howls.

"brute……"

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot and turned bright red.

He transmigrated to this world and always considered himself a passerby, a nobody. He schemed against this person and cheated that person, all in order to survive and live a better life.

He did initially intend to exploit the human race, hoping to gain merit and ride their coattails.

but.

Those were clay figures he sculpted himself!

Those were the children who called him "Holy Father"!

That feeling of blood ties cannot be faked. Now, someone on his own turf is killing his child and even trying to extract his soul!

"Emperor! Jun!"

Lin Xuan roared to the sky, his voice filled with boundless killing intent, which shook the entire Buzhou Mountain.

"boom!"

A terrifying aura erupted from Lin Xuan. This was not the pressure of a quasi-saint; it was pure, extreme rage.

Inside the Pangu Palace, all twelve Ancestral Witches were alarmed.

"Thirteenth Brother! What's wrong?!" Dijiang was the first to rush out, carrying a freshly roasted monster leg in his hand.

He had never seen Lin Xuan like this before. His thirteenth brother, who was always smiling and calm in the face of trouble, was now like a ferocious beast whose scales had been touched.

"Big brother." Lin Xuan turned his head and looked at Di Jiang. Blood tears streamed from his eyes.

"The demons are killing humans. They are killing my children."

Dijiang paused for a moment. He looked down at the foot of the mountain, where flames soared into the sky and resentment filled the air.

To the Ancestral Witches, the life or death of humans was of no importance. They were just a bunch of ants. But they saw Lin Xuan's tears.

The thirteenth brother cried.

Thirteenth Brother was bullied.

This is worse than killing them!

"Fuck those demons!" Zhu Rong exploded, flames erupting thousands of feet high from his body. "Dare to upset my thirteenth brother? I'll skin them alive!"

"Enough with the nonsense." Zhu Jiuyin's face was grim, his eyes, which could see through time, were filled with cold light. "Thirteenth Brother is the Holy Father of the Human Race. The Demon Race is slapping our Witch Race in the face. This cannot be tolerated."

"Of course we can't tolerate this!" Houtu stepped forward as well. Though usually gentle, the earth-based aura emanating from her was heavier than anyone else's at this moment. "Humans call us Great Shamans, so we're under their protection. Dijun has a death wish!"

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and wiped away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes.

He looked at his twelve older brothers and sisters. This was his family. Regardless of right or wrong, regardless of their motives, if he wanted to do something, these people would dare to cause a huge upheaval.

"Big brother, fellow brothers and sisters," Lin Xuan's voice was as cold as ancient ice, "I will make the demon race pay for their blood debt. I will let them know that anyone who touches me, Lin Xuan, will only meet the same end."

"die!"

Dijiang threw down the roasted meat in his hand, roared to the sky, and revealed his true form as a ten-thousand-foot-tall ancestral witch.

"Witch warriors! Hear my command!"

This roar echoed throughout the entire primordial land. All the Wu tribes, whether they were hunting or sleeping, stopped what they were doing and looked towards Mount Buzhou.

"The demon race is despicable, slaughtering my allies and humiliating my Witch Emperor!"

"All assemble! Follow me to storm the Demon Court! Wipe out these scum!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Countless streams of malevolent energy surged into the sky, converging into a giant black dragon that hurtled straight towards the heavens.

Lin Xuan did not transform. He summoned the winged copper coin—the Treasure-Falling Coin—and removed the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd from his waist.

"System, exchange for 'Battle Formation Mastery', 'Rapid Marching Talisman', and anything else that can kill demons!"

"Ding! Points deducted..."

Lin Xuan didn't care about points at all.

He has only one thought in mind right now.

No matter how far away they are, they will be punished!

……

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Kuafu was covered in blood, and his peach wood staff was broken. He protected a group of human children behind him and faced the three demon saints alone.

"Big guy, stop pretending." A demon saint grinned maliciously. "Weren't you witch clan supposed to be very strong? How come you're like a dead dog now?"

"Pah!" Kuafu spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. "Even if I die, I'll break a few of your teeth!"

"Then you shall die!" The three demon saints attacked simultaneously, their terrifying demonic power converging into a fatal blow.

Kuafu closed his eyes in despair. He had failed the thirteen ancestral witches' entrustment.

Just then.

A flash of red light appeared.

"Please turn around, baby!"

The three demon saints suddenly froze. Their heads fell off simultaneously.

Kuafu suddenly opened his eyes.

Lin Xuan stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the wind, holding a red gourd in his hand, his eyes coldly surveying the battlefield.

Behind him, twelve towering ancestral witches, leading an army of hundreds of millions of witches, poured down the mountain like a black tide.

"Who dares to touch my people?!"