Slaying Gods: Ancestral Witch Agent, Starting with the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique

I'd almost forgotten about that...

Compared to Xie Huan, who squatted on the ground wolfing down her food without any regard for her image, Fan Li's eating manners were far more elegant.

Fan Li held a peach in one hand and pressed the hilt of his sword with the other, eating the peach while observing his surroundings.

In the very center of the peach grove, on the largest peach tree, a withered yellow leaf drifted down from the tree and slowly floated toward the three of them.

Fan Li's eyes turned cold. She drew her sword with a backhand motion, and a sharp sword aura slashed through the void. She caught the falling withered leaf steadily with the slender blade of her sword and handed it to the two of them.

“Sister Taoyao, I’ve heard you say that this peach tree is a spiritual root of my underworld, nourished by countless yin energies.”

How could this happen?

Tao Yao took the withered yellow leaf off the sword with a look of surprise, her eyes gradually turning from surprise to seriousness.

"The spiritual roots of heaven and earth are withering; could it be that some major event has occurred in the Three Realms...?"

……

Hell.

Pangu Temple.

After eliminating the Ke system, the Goddess Houtu ordered the reconstruction of a temple deep in the underworld for the twelve ancestral witches to live and cultivate.

However, these eccentric older brothers and sisters were not patient at all, so the Pangu Temple was empty most of the time.

Zhu Rong and his group either went to drink with Gu Tianchen and his friends, or went to heaven to fight with the Three Pure Ones and their friends.

Houtu originally hoped that Dijiang, as the eldest brother, could take the lead.

As a result, this guy was the first to run away!

No one knows where they opened the spatial rift, and they have not returned since; there has been no news of them.

Among the twelve ancestral witches, the one who is most reassuring is actually the youngest, Houtu.

Houtu looked at the empty temple and shook her head, saying, "We can't let them be so undisciplined anymore."

"We need to discuss this with the three Celestial Venerables and find them a class to work in."

It is common knowledge that only going to work can make people lose their sense of being alive.

In the underworld, there's no need for that same strong sense of being alive...

Just as the Goddess Houtu was thinking about how to coax these fearless troublemakers into willingly going to work...

Inside the Pangu Temple, a golden spatial rift was instantly torn open!

Houtu looked up and saw Dijiang, wearing a smiling mask and dressed in a fiery red and yellow robe, rush out from inside!

"Haha, Houtu, go and call the others over, I've discovered something funny!"

Houtu asked curiously, "What fun thing is it?"

"Hehe, it'll be a secret for now. Call the others over first," Di Jiang said with a mysterious smile.

Before long, at Houtu's summons, the twelve ancestral witches gathered at the Pangu Temple.

"What's going on? I've already drunk Gu Tianchen under the table, and Shen Qingzhu is just one step away from being knocked out as well."

Zhu Rong, reeking of alcohol, reluctantly walked in.

Xuanming casually shattered the dripping ice blade and looked coldly at Dijiang.

"You'd better be busy. You've disturbed my wonderful hunting moment. You know the consequences."

Dijiang shivered involuntarily as he was stared at by those murderous, icy eyes.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I called everyone here today because I have something very important to do. I'm not kidding."

Zhu Jiuyin asked calmly, "Brother, what exactly is the matter?"

"Hehe, everyone, please take a look."

Snapped!

With a light snap of his fingers, Di Jiang caused golden ripples to spread across the space, and a young general dressed in silver armor and a white robe slowly appeared.

The boy lay quietly in the void with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into an endless slumber...

"Feel the bloodline within this young man," Di Jiang reminded them.

Houtu intervened, gently enveloping the boy's body with the power of the earth.

"His physique is significantly stronger than the average person, but other than that, there's nothing particularly special about him..."

"and many more!"

Houtu suddenly paused, as if sensing something. After carefully considering it, she slowly said, "So that's how it is..."

Dijiang looked at the other Ancestral Witches, shared his thoughts, and asked with a smile, "Do you think it has potential?"

“I think your idea is quite creative and it will work.” Zhu Jiuyin nodded.

“Me too,” Zhu Rong nodded in agreement.

"If you say you'll do it, then do it. Hesitation will only lead to defeat," Xuanming said coldly.

"Okay, let's get started."

At Dijiang's command, the twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously poured their divine power into the boy's body!