In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

The atmosphere inside the Pangu Hall was solemn and dignified.

The twelve Ancestral Witches were sitting together, discussing the establishment of the demon race.

"Hmph! Those two scruffy birds actually dared to establish a clan!" Zhu Rong, with his fiery temper, slammed his fist on the ground, making the hall vibrate. "If you ask me, let's storm the Sun Star right now and pluck all the feathers off that bird king!"

"Calm down." Zhu Jiuyin's eyes were slightly closed, his voice hoarse but calm. "Although the demon race has established itself, its foundation is unstable. My elder brother once said that we should not provoke trouble and should cultivate diligently. Now that my elder brother has not returned, we must not act rashly."

The moment the "elder brother" was mentioned, the previously noisy hall fell silent.

A hint of worry flashed in Houtu's eyes: "My elder brother has been traveling for a long time. I wonder where he is now and whether he is well."

Just then, a series of rapid whooshing sounds came from outside the hall.

"My esteemed Ancestral Witches! Xing Tian requests an audience!"

Dijiang frowned slightly, then waved his hand to open the palace door: "Come in."

Xing Tian burst in, his face beaming with undisguised excitement: "My lords! Great news! Great news indeed!"

"Xingtian, what's the matter that you're in such a panic?" Dijiang asked in a deep voice.

Xing Tian took a deep breath and shouted, "Our Great Ancestor is back! He's right at the gates of our tribe!"

"What?!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously rose abruptly, unleashing terrifying auras that shook the entire Pangu Palace violently.

"Big Brother's back?!" Xuanming exclaimed in surprise. "Quick! Go and greet him!"

The ancestral witches were about to rush out.

"Wait!" Xing Tian quickly stopped everyone, his face contorted with worry. "My esteemed Ancestral Witches, please be patient and let me finish. Our Great Ancestor... seems to be disguised as an ordinary cultivator, and he's accompanied by two goddesses from the Taiyin Star. Even the gatekeeper who tried to kneel before him was stopped. I'm wondering if our Great Ancestor doesn't want those two goddesses to know his true identity?"

Upon hearing this, the twelve Ancestral Witches all paused in unison.

The ancestral witches looked at each other, their expressions turning strange.

"Disguised as an ordinary cultivator? With a goddess by his side?" Zhu Rong's eyes widened in disbelief. "Big brother actually has such leisure time?"

Gonggong chuckled: "Could it be that my elder brother has fallen in love with worldly desires?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Dijiang glared at the two men, then looked at Zhujiuyin, "Third brother, what do you think?"

A glint of wisdom flashed in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Since eldest brother wants to play, then we, as his younger brothers and sisters, will naturally cooperate with him and put on a good show."

"Acting?" Houtu asked, somewhat bewildered. "How do I act?"

Zhu Jiuyin chuckled and whispered a few words to the ancestral witches.

Upon hearing this, the ancestral witches' eyes lit up, and they all showed knowing smiles.

"Alright! That's settled then!" Dijiang waved his hand. "Let's go to the Xingtian tribe and meet those two future... cough cough, goddesses!"

……

Outside the Xingtian tribe.

Xihe and Changxi were getting a little anxious.

"Why haven't we heard from them yet after all this time?" Chang Xi stood on tiptoe and peered inside. "Could it be that they don't want to see us?"

Tianxuan remained calm, but his mind was as clear as a mirror.

Based on his understanding of Xing Tian, ​​that guy must have run to the Pangu Temple to inform on him.

Just then, a vast and boundless aura suddenly descended.

The world changed color, and the wind and clouds swirled.

Twelve imposing figures appeared out of thin air above the Xingtian tribe.

"This...this is..."

As Xihe and Changxi gazed at the figure in the sky, their faces instantly turned ashen, and their delicate bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Are these the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

Is this the primordial overlord formed from the essence of Pangu's blood?

The mere aura was enough to suffocate these two early-stage Quasi-Saints.

Tianxuan stood beside the two women, subtly releasing a trace of his aura to quietly dissolve the overwhelming pressure and protect Xihe and Changxi.

The twelve Ancestral Witches descended to the ground, with Dijiang leading the way. His majestic gaze swept over the three of them, finally lingering on Tianxuan for a moment. A hint of excited smile flashed deep in his eyes, but he pretended not to recognize him and simply looked away, turning his gaze to Xihe and Changxi.

"So it is you who wish to see us?" Dijiang's voice was like a resounding bell, shaking the very soul.

Xihe suppressed her fear, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and respectfully bowed.

"The Moon Star Xihe, accompanied by her sister Changxi, pays homage to the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

"My sister and I, deeply moved by the righteousness of the Witch Clan, wish to seek their protection. We are willing to offer the sacred laurel branch, a specialty of the Taiyin Star, a thousand drops of Taiyin True Water, and ten thousand catties of star essence as a sacrifice, hoping only to have a place to stay in the Witch Clan's territory."

After saying that, Xihe looked at Dijiang nervously, her palms covered in cold sweat.

These resources would be an astonishing fortune for any major power. She believed the Witch Clan would not refuse.

However, to her surprise, Dijiang did not speak, but looked at Zhujiuyin beside him.

Zhu Jiuyin walked out slowly, his gaze sweeping over Xihe and Changxi. Then, a very warm, even benevolent, smile appeared on his face.

"You two goddesses are too kind."

Zhu Jiuyin's voice was unusually gentle, "The Taiyin Star and the Taiyang Star both emerge from the same starry sky. It is truly rare that the two goddesses did not join Di Jun Taiyi, but instead joined my Wu Clan. This shows their sincerity."

Zhu Jiuyin's voice was unusually gentle, "The Taiyin Star and the Taiyang Star both emerge from the same starry sky. It is truly rare that the two goddesses did not join Di Jun Taiyi, but instead joined my Wu Clan. This shows their sincerity."

"As for these offerings..." Zhu Jiuyin waved his hand and said magnanimously, "Let's forget about them. From today onwards, you two are friends of my Wu clan. As long as you abide by the rules of my Wu clan, you may reside here at the foot of Buzhou Mountain as you wish."

"what?"

Xihe and Changxi were completely dumbfounded.

The two sisters looked at each other, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

This...this is the Witch Clan?

Not only do they not have to pay protection fees, but they can also live on Buzhou Mountain for free?

Chang Xi even wondered if she had been bewitched, so she secretly pinched herself and frowned slightly.

It hurts!

"This...this..." Xihe was at a loss for words for a moment, and felt even more uneasy.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

The witch clan is being far too agreeable, to the point of being unsettling. Could they have some other ulterior motive towards the two sisters?

Just as the two women were lost in thought and filled with doubt, Zhu Jiuyin's next action and words made their hearts suddenly stop beating.

Zhu Jiuyin turned around, his gaze passing over the two women and landing directly on Tianxuan, who had been standing behind them.

Zhu Jiuyin's smile widened, and he asked with a grin:

"Brother, what do you think? Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

Xihe and Changxi's expressions froze instantly, their necks stiffening and turning little by little like rusty mechanisms, to look at Tianxuan beside them.

big brother?

What did Zhu Jiuyin call him?

Big brother?!

The eldest brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are not actually twelve, but thirteen!

Tianxuan looked at the two girls' expressions, as if they had seen a ghost, and then at the group of younger brothers and sisters in front of him who were trying not to laugh, and sighed helplessly.

"Sorry, let's get to know each other again."

"I am Tianxuan, the eldest brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches... who is utterly useless."