Chapter 406

Then you all better work hard.

Yingzhao Yao Marshal didn't get angry either, saying, "Talking tough but unable to follow through—when it's time to pass judgment, that's pretty embarrassing."

He was as calm as could be, as if he didn't think he would lose at all.

That's right.

Yingzhao admitted, each of the Wu Clan's Twelve Ancestral Witches is no simple matter.

Although yin is a bit excessive and yang a bit deficient, the goddess's patience and meticulousness—superior to that of male gods—makes it easy for them to grow into logistical talents, capable of nurturing a region's land and water, thrifty in managing the household, truly possessing the Dao.

The Holy Empress Nüwa who promotes human propagation and allocates land resources; the Phoenix Divine Lord who blesses mountains and rivers, turning the worthless into valuable; the Divine Lady Xuansu who establishes the calendar and regulates human affairs with proper measure; the Jade Lady Taiyuan who innovates in education and cultivates moral qualities; the Dumu Yuanjun who moves the stars and shines in all directions as mother of the stars; the Holy Mother Xīwáng who guards against disaster and protects reproduction.

These six supreme female great divine abilities, all logistical and people-nurturing talents, in times of stability and harmony can exert tremendous effect.

And besides that.

The remaining few Ancestral Witches who reveal their identities, among them Dijiang oversees transportation and logistics, planning Honghuang's logistics... logistics.

Zhulong, who perceives time, knows the future, prevents trouble before it starts; in ancient times he once dominated Honghuang, a supreme divine being. He is not unable to go to the battlefield and do micro-management, commanding the whole front... but compared to his own specialty, it's a waste of talent.

He calculates on his fingers.

Out of ten lively Ancestral Witches, only the Dragon Ancestor and Leize can bear the banner!

So that's it.

Yingzhao declares—what is he afraid of?!

With the various combinations in the Heavenly Court, isn't it just a matter of casually beating the Wu Clan?

Among the Yao Marshal group, except for Shangyang, who is a half-baked waterworks guy, the rest are each more capable than the last.

Among them, the Báizé Yao Marshal is the strongest!

Don't look at him being idle day-to-day, just recording files and publishing history books... but as a Historian, he carries all historical wisdom, integrating it into a school of thought.

That's a real big shot, even recording the History of Pangu with ease, and deeply interpreting it, let alone military texts, strategy, and battlefield command.

This, just from the Yao Marshal side, already gives a huge advantage in open warfare.

Let alone in covert clashes.

Emperor Yao Di Jun, an inspirational legend, once held the title of Censor but was actually the head of secret agents, various covert alliances, gathering all kinds of dirt, reporting one innate divine being after another who overstepped, causing them to lose everything, making an indelible contribution to the era's stability.

Even though such a hated job, he could still retreat completely, not being beaten with a blunt stick, not being besieged and crushed by many powerful beings... showing his ability to grasp people's minds and leave after finishing business.

He can balance internal affairs, suppress and strike, creating harmony; also externally operate, directly pointing at the opponent's softest heart, causing people's hearts to scatter and armies to collapse.

For example... the Slaughter-Witch Sword Plan!

In the open, the ten great Yao Marshals can chase and beat the Wu Clan.

In the dark, the Slaughter-Witch Sword has already taken shape.

The Heavenly Court's core high-level are mostly conquest-aggression types, with junglers, mages, archers, warriors all ready, chasing a group of supporters to beat... still not easy?!

Moreover, the Heavenly Court isn't lacking sufficient logistical support.

Such as the reforms in immortal Dao and legal systems contributed by the Grand Minister of Destiny, the Kunpeng Yao Master's Kunpeng communications, the Divine Lady Hongyun's cloud cultivation platform... although some of this is swallowed whole without digestion, to this day it's not fully digested, inevitably leaving some hidden problems.

But just draw a circle casually, the whole family rushes in a wave... still can do that a few times, maximizing the Heavenly Court's advantage.

As long as we win, win consecutive battles, show momentum, all hidden problems will vanish.

Because fair-weather fans and such are the most unprincipled, you can't expect them to hold fast against the wind.

Yingzhao's confidence is so firm and shining.

One generation's version, one generation's god.

This all-out war breaking out, the version's glory belongs to output—cough, it's battlefield command talent. And just look at the Heavenly Court's hand... if even this can't win, is there any heavenly principle left?!

Unless the Wu Clan can produce a supremely talented individual who, even after being repeatedly besieged and kicked by my Heavenly Court, always seizes the breach to break through, shifting from front to rear, deploying deep defense, striving for the most precious development time, allowing the logistical Ancestral Witches to fully exert their function.

While fighting Xuansu, Yingzhao still had the mood to daydream a bit, 'He also needs the strongest governing hand, under the Demon Emperor's heart‑attack and divisive tactics, to gather the courage and spirit of humanity's people who sacrifice, giving teammates hope of victory...'

"Mm, right."

"Also must deal with possibly clueless Ancestral Witches commanding, in ever‑expanding meetings, let all participants reach consensus, recognizing that only by uniting beside him and obeying his orders can victory be achieved."

"Oh la!"

"If such an opponent truly appears, my Heavenly Court would definitely suffer a big loss."

"But if this really happens... others notwithstanding, I don't know how Nüwa and the Dragon Ancestor would feel."

"We've become a wedding dress for others!"

"Our Heavenly Court may not win, but the Wu Clan will surely suffer blood loss, all their achievements will go to that person."

"Alas."

"What am I thinking?"

"Scaring myself... how could the Heavenly Court be so unlucky, just happen to run into such an opponent?"

Yingzhao gave a self‑mocking laugh in his heart.

Thereafter, he cut off that suddenly arising shadowy miscellaneous thought, and patiently dealt with the Divine Lady Xuansu.

"Boom!"

In the fierce assault, both top great divine abilities unleashed true fire, blood light splashing everywhere.

Yao Marshal Yingzhao's spear pierced Xuansu's heart, penetrating her chest, divine blood flowed, staining this chaos red.

The goddess's counterattack was equally fierce; in a flash of sword light, she cut off most of the marshal's neck, leaving only a thread of skin and flesh, extremely gruesome.

And there are far too many like them on the battlefield.

There are great witches roaring, tearing apart the bodies of hostile demon gods, bathing in blood and going mad... like the great witches You, Mu, Yi, etc., who are top figures among the Great Luo; looking across Honghuang they are not many, but now they have achieved astonishing battle results, splitting opponents alive, and even shattering their primordial spirits, only a strand of innate immortal spiritual light fleeing in panic.

Likewise, demon gods howl in all directions, slashing the Great Luo blocking the way... top demon gods like Taotie, Zhizhi, Fengxi, Xiushe, Qiongqi, etc., each holding the head of a great witch, cruelly surveying the four quarters, as if selecting the next target.

"Yi!"

The Xiushe demon god's gaze was icy and chilling, freezing heart and spirit; he swam straight over, saying, "I've come to kill you!"

"Battle!"

Yi answered with a single word, the long bow on his back leapt, fell into his hand, he drew the bow and nocked an arrow—

"Shoot!"

Nine blazing, radiant beams rose together, instantly stealing the attention of many.

This great shaman inherently bears a heroic aura that moves people.

"Arrogant!"

The snake demon god coldly spat out two words, as if squeezed from between his teeth.

He felt humiliated.

Because Yi's nine arrows were loosed together, only six were aimed at him; the remaining three long arrows each shot and killed the three demon gods who were recklessly assaulting, seeking to exterminate as much of the Wu Clan's living force as possible.

"Taotie!"

"Zuchi!"

"Fengxi!"

"Bold!"

Zuchi demon god snorted coldly, "You think you can fight four alone?"

"We'll make your death swift!"

His palm was blasted apart by the long arrow, yet he didn't care in the least, charging straight forward to attack.

At the same time, Fengxi and Taotie also gave up their original prey, turning to surround and attack.

On the battlefield, the bloody melee left little room for reason.

Being bullied by the stronger requires mental preparation; being outnumbered is no different.

Yi donned divine armor, his visage stern, silent, and withstood the encirclement of four top-tier demon gods.

Blood spattered—his and his opponents'—yet his expression never changed.

"Yi, I'll help you!"

Mu and You came shouting, crashing into the battlefield.

Instantly the intensity surged, faintly taking on the aspect of a Yao Marshal battling the ancestral witches, leaving many outsider onlookers—mediocre Great Luos—watching with bated breath, sighing in awe.

"Marshal!"

In the crowd, beside the moon deity Changxi, a shadowy girl uttered a word full of praise.

"How about it? Any ideas?"

Changxi smiled, rubbing the girl's head as if stroking a rabbit.

"Perhaps I can help you."

"But speaking reasonably, this isn't a very good choice."

"Sigh..."

Changxi said, letting out a light sigh.

"Hmm..."

The girl tugged at her sleeve, shaking it, being overly intimate.

Just then, a demon god approached and spoke to Changxi and Xihe.

"Both ladies."

"What is it?" Xihe asked on their behalf.

"The battlefield is stalemated; His Majesty has ordered that both ladies enter the formation."

The ordinary-strength demon god bowed, saying, "Select on your own an ancestral witch you are confident you can handle without injuring yourself, to free the original Yao Marshal."

"Is Jun trying to break the stalemate? Force out the remaining two ancestral witches?" Xihe nodded, a mysterious light flashing in her eyes.

"Yes... His Majesty indeed has this intention." The demon god replied.

"Thus, just the two of us are still not enough." Xihe frowned, saying, "In the past, my sister and I working together could fulfill the duty, harmonizing solar and lunar essences, opening the wisdom of the myriad peoples, achieving early education, and steadfastly serving as the head of a kindergarten."

"Compared to those other elder sisters who can each bear the burden alone... we are still somewhat lacking."

"One!" she raised a finger, "Together we can handle one ancestral witch."

"And it cannot be too powerful a kind."

Xihe and Changxi looked toward the distant battlefield where ancestral witches and Yao Marshals clashed, where the fighting was fiercely intense.

The Yao Marshal Báizé battled the time ancestral witch Zhulong, faintly gaining the upper bound; the History of Pangu's power is boundless, leaving Zhulong helpless.

The Eastern Heavenly Emperor invited a meeting with the water ancestral witch, the Dragon Ancestor.

Shangyang, Qinyuan, and Guiche joined forces to block the phoenix's frolic.

Nüwa is the strongest, yet she is also the most targeted; Hongjun threw down his holy seat to trip her leg, and now she is besieged by the two great demon emperors working together.

The Kunpeng demon master, wind and water intertwined, was praised by Emperor Jiang as not inferior; they agreed to ride together, but temporarily lost contact.

Furthermore, Yingzhao battled Xuansu, each fighting with their lives.

Jimeng Yao Marshal, fiercely contending with Doumu Yuanjun… Doumu Yuanjun's learning ability exploded; she was the first to fully grasp the breakthrough lower-limit technique created by the little fellow Fengxi, lifting her leg to deliver a fierce kick, causing this demon god to be cautious, daring not to move too much.

Ziti faced off against the Taiyuan Jade Maiden; their fighting spirit seemed not very resolute, imitating the Eastern Heavenly Emperor and the Gonggong ancestral witch.

The Yao Marshals Feilian and Bifang, in tacit cooperation, surrounded and attacked the Queen Mother of the West, fighting with fiery passion.

Furthermore, the Nine Infant Yao Marshal, wielding water and fire power, together with the Ze Lei's wondrous yin-yang transformation and thunderous might, unleashed a crackling barrage—sparks and lightning all the way… One is merciless water and fire, the other is heavenly tribulation; when they clash, the momentum is most vast, casually swatting aside those who block the path—seven or eight out of ten kneel, they run rampant.

Xihe watched, pointing out several of the ancestral witches, all of whom were goddesses—there's no way, any male god who could mix into the ancestral witch ranks would not be simple.

Emperor Jiang, Zhulong, and the Dragon Ancestor—either they are infinitely close to the Taiyi level, or they simply are beings of this realm.

That is, this ancestral witch Ze Lei is somewhat inferior……but the thunder law is extremely fierce, ordinary people find it hard to withstand its edge.

Xihe thought it over; it's still better to have good sisters as opponents.

After all, the bond of years as close friends is known to all; when they come to blows they can also go easy on each other, just like Emperor Jiang and the Kunpeng, having agreed to ride horses and rush onward… The other ancient gods and sages in the Heavenly Court can also understand, and will not be too demanding.

After all, they are about to be married; as sisters serving as empress and imperial consort, they are the Heavenly Court's image and emblem, so they cannot be as carefree and violent as other goddesses, kicking left and right, applying the goddess's self-defense techniques to combat.

Thus, in combat, female deities usually suffer a slight disadvantage.

After all, they still need to expend effort to protect their lower garments and such.

"His Majesty had already foreseen this." The Yao God's face showed a reverent expression, "Naturally, he will not blame the two ladies."

If the two join forces, they can hold off one Ancestral Witch.

The remaining matters will be arranged and decided upon.

The Yao God said in a low voice, "Our Heavenly Court still has plenty of guest officials; they should also be put to use."

"The God Hongyun, the Great Immortal Zhenyuan… they cannot just stand by and watch."

After all, they should exert some effect and summon the remaining hidden Ancestral Witches.

We should also let the Heavenly Court know.

Just who exactly are the Tiānwú Ancestral Witch and the Zhurong Ancestral Witch?

If their patience remains that good, then don't blame the Yao Marshal who is freed up for idly slaying the remaining great witches!

The Yao God said.

"Your Majesty's foresight is indeed thorough and comprehensive."

Xihe let out a light sigh, "Using the overall situation to press down on people, forcing the Wu Clan's opponents to meet the attack."

She pondered briefly, "Since Your Majesty already has a decided opinion, we naturally ought to follow."

"As for the Ancestral Witches… we two sisters will choose the Queen Mother of the West."

We once had some acquaintance; now that we meet on the battlefield, we ought to discuss the Dao.

Having said that, Xihe took Changxi's hand and strode forward, attracting the attention of many onlookers.

"The Wu Clan is in trouble."

Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head and sighed, "The Heavenly Court has too many cards to play."

If this continues, the Twelve Ancestral Witches will likely be forced to all reveal themselves, making it hard to remain hidden.

"After all, it is orthodox; the Heavenly Court… its foundation is not lacking." The Virtuous Heavenly Lord summed it up in a single sentence.

(End of chapter)