Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Qingyi rebuked the Ancestral Witch with a stern expression.

Holding the Primordial Measuring Ruler, he declared, "Never again mention the establishment of the Witch Clan, or I will have the Great God Pangu witness and enforce the family rules!"

Qing Yi swung the Measuring Ruler with a sudden burst of power.

The Twelve Laws, as the foundation of the Great Way of Power, have a certain flavor of the Great Way of Power when unleashed.

As soon as the ruler struck, the twelve ancestral witches seemed to see their father god, and they all shrank back in unison.

"Wrong, we're not building it anymore."

Houtu knelt down completely, pinching her ears with both hands and hugging her head with her remaining six arms.

Goodness, this thing could knock my head off in one hit.

Qing Yi's lips twitched. This was one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

Why are you so cowardly?

But Qingyi quickly came to terms with it; he was timid because he had sensed the power of Pangu's Great Dao.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were filial; it was right for them to yield when they felt the power of their Father God.

It's better to be a coward; if you're a coward, you'll be in danger.

Composing himself, Qingyi said:

"It is true that you have inherited the legacy of the great god Pangu, but little do you know that the primordial land has already been invaded by some treacherous chaotic demons. To establish the Wu Clan at this time is tantamount to courting death!"

"Remember my words, never mention establishing the Witch Clan again!"

"How can you establish the Wu Clan without eliminating the enemies of the Great God Pangu? Do you want the Great God Pangu to be disgraced along with you?"

Upon hearing Qingyi's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches forgot their fear.

"Uncle, what do you mean by that? Has Father God's primordial world been invaded by evil people?"

Dijiang stood up, ready to fight, and the other ancestral witches also exuded a powerful aura.

Suddenly, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning raged inside the Pangu Hall.

Qing Yi nodded. "That's right. Even I am no match for them."

"What? Even my uncle isn't a match for him?"

The twelve Ancestral Witches were greatly alarmed, for in their perception, Qing Yi's strength was unfathomable.

Now that Qingyi says he's no match for him, how powerful must his opponents be?

"Those despicable villains! They actually dare to try and seize the primordial world created by the Father God! I absolutely will not allow it!"

The twelve ancestral witches shouted, but their aura gradually weakened.

Soon, there was no trace of the fighting spirit they had shown earlier.

Qingyi patted his forehead speechlessly.

The Ancestral Witch is truly cunning; she's completely different from what he expected. As soon as she heard the enemy was strong, she just kept talking without actually fighting.

"We'll listen to our uncle and not establish a witch clan. Otherwise, wouldn't we be giving the benefit to others?"

"That's right!"

The twelve ancestral witches, one after another, put the matter of establishing the witch clan out of their minds.

Fortunately, Qingyi achieved his goal.

After this ordeal, the fortune of the Twelve Ancestral Witches became even more solidified.

This is the result Qingyi wanted.

"Don't be in a hurry. First, improve your own strength. Your uncle is tired. This primordial world will eventually belong to you."

Qingyi's tired expression only invigorated the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Uncle, don't worry. You've worked hard during these many gatherings. We will cultivate diligently to share your burdens!"

The filial piety of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was unparalleled in the primordial world.

Qingyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, he didn't have high expectations for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The man must not die, and the woman must not get pregnant. These are the only two things that matter. As long as you can do these two things, the pregnancy is secure.

"Alright, now be quiet."

Qingyi stood up.

"Let's go. Now that you've been born, come with me to pay homage to the great god Pangu."

"After worshipping the Great God Pangu, you will be the true descendants of Pangu. Remember not to disgrace the Great God Pangu."

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"The true lineage of Pangu, we are the true lineage of Pangu!"

The twelve ancestral witches cheered as they walked out of the Pangu Palace, looking as happy as fools.

They were truly fanatical about Pangu, without any impurities.

"If there were more people like this in the primordial world, no one would be able to cause trouble there."

Qingyi sighed. Even the Three Pure Ones had to pay homage to Hongjun. It was truly pitiful and lamentable.

He brought the twelve Ancestral Witches with him to the place where he had taken human form.

The interior of the formation was no different from when I had just left.

A small mound, with a stone tablet in front of it inscribed with "The Demon God of Power was here".

"Father God!"

The twelve ancestral witches knelt down as soon as they entered.

The words on the stone tablet were carved by the will of Pangu, and naturally some remain; this aura cannot be faked.

This proves that Pangu really did come here, which made the Twelve Ancestral Witches very happy.

They knelt before the stone tablet and began to speak. Qingyi didn't know how they, who had only been born, could have so much to say.

However, the reactions of the Twelve Ancestral Witches served as a wake-up call for him.

"Now all living beings in the primordial world know that Pangu has perished, but wouldn't it be very interesting if they knew that Pangu had once visited Buzhou Mountain?"

"Moreover, before the end of the Lich War, Pangu's position in the hearts of all living beings in the primordial world remained irreplaceable."

Qingyi suddenly realized that the stone tablet left by Pangu had a great use.

"Alright, get up, all of you. From today onwards, you are the true descendants of Pangu."

Qingyi interrupted the conversation between the Twelve Ancestral Witches at their graves.

"Now, your uncle is going to assign you a task, which is also what your Father God Pangu wants."

The twelve ancestral witches' eyes lit up immediately.

"Uncle, please give your orders, and we will do our utmost!"

Houtu raised eight arms and shouted.

"Great, very energetic!"

Qingyi nodded in satisfaction, then raised his hand and drew a circle nearby.

"Build this place up for me, model it after the Pangu Temple, make it luxurious, and then this place will become a scenic area, named 'Pangu Mausoleum'."

At this point, Qingyi straightened his head and puffed out his chest.

"After traveling for a long time, I discovered that the beings of the primordial world were grateful to the Great God Pangu for establishing the primordial world, but they had no place to worship him. Therefore, this place will be the place where all the races of the primordial world worship the Great God Pangu."

"No!"

Houtu was the first to object, saying, "Our Father God is our Father God. Only we, the Ancestral Witches, can worship here. If other beings also want to worship, they can just kowtow to Buzhou Mountain."

"Exactly, do they even deserve to come here to worship?"

"No, no, I won't allow it!"

The twelve ancestral witches all jumped up in opposition.

Qingyi flicked Houtu's head, knocking her over.

"Selfish, you are all so selfish."

Qingyi slapped the stone tablet, giving it a severe scolding.

"Have you considered the feelings of the great god Pangu? The great god Pangu was in the chaos for countless eons, and what he feared most was loneliness. Now that he has finally had a chance to rest, he just wants to listen to people chat."

"Do you want the Great God Pangu to stare at your twelve big faces every day?"

These words made the twelve ancestral witches lower their heads. It was indeed a bit selfish, but they just wanted to monopolize the Father God.

Qingyi earnestly explained, "Besides, you don't understand the intentions of the Great God Pangu at all."

"The Great God Pangu is not only bringing blessings to the primordial world, but also helping you."

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Qing Yi took out the fragment of the Creation Jade Tablet and placed it under the stone tablet, as if it were being trampled by Pangu.

"Would Pangu allow anyone who comes to worship him to leave empty-handed? Of course not."

"The Great God Pangu is benevolent and righteous. Anyone who comes will surely gain something. I will also preach here in the future, and I guarantee that everyone will leave feeling wonderful."

"Similarly, when they come to worship the great god Pangu, can they come empty-handed?"

"Shouldn't we send some rare treasures or something? Otherwise, it wouldn't be sincere."

The twelve ancestral witches immediately understood, "Uncle is right. We really can't come empty-handed; it would be disrespectful to the Father God."