Chapter 1026: The Secret Weapon Against Ancestor Hongjun! The Stunning Return of the Saints!

From his perspective, he could tell that the Twelve Ancestral Witches reappearing in the Outer Heavens were not summoned by Luo Fu through any trick, but truly resurrected.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, dead for countless yuanhui, had suddenly returned to life—this shock was beyond any being's capacity to remain calm.

The ancient War between the Wushen and the Yaos.

For the Jade Emperor, it was among the most unforgettable events of all time.

It could even be called the most unforgettable.

After all, he himself was a beneficiary of that war.

Without the War between the Wushen and the Yaos, the Yao clan would still rule the Heavenly Court, and he could never have ascended to power.

Moreover, the intensity of the War between the Wushen and the Yaos far surpassed that of the Investiture War.

Though many died in the Investiture War, compared to the War between the Wushen and the Yaos, it was negligible.

The War between the Wushen and the Yaos was the true battle that turned heaven and earth upside down, where blood flowed so thick it floated oars.

Such a war could not fail to leave an indelible impression.

"How exactly did the Twelve Ancestral Witches return? Could Luo Fu have done this? If the Twelve Ancestral Witches are resurrected, might all the ancient and primordial fallen powerhouses have returned too? Is this Luo Fu's secret weapon against Ancestor Hongjun?"

Suppressing his inner shock, the Jade Emperor gazed at Luo Fu with a complex expression.

In his eyes, Luo Fu—who had always been mysterious—was now veiled in yet another layer of fog.

By this point, if the Jade Emperor wasn't foolish, he could not fail to see Luo Fu's intent.

Luo Fu's target was not, as he had first suspected, the Miediaofu Sect or the Western Two Saints, but Ancestor Hongjun himself.

Otherwise, with the support Luo Fu now commanded, destroying the Miediaofu Sect would have been no difficult task.

As for the Western Two Saints, they had already been defeated once by Luo Fu.

If Luo Fu's goal had truly been them, it would already have been achieved.

Yet after nearly destroying the Miediaofu Sect, Luo Fu showed no sign of stopping.

His purpose, then, was clear: Ancestor Hongjun.

The destroyed Miediaofu Sect had been the foremost power in the Three Realms.

Having destroyed the Miediaofu Sect, the strength surrounding Luo Fu was nearly invincible across the Three Realms—only Ancestor Hongjun could stand against them.

When he first deduced Luo Fu's target, the Jade Emperor's immediate thought was that Luo Fu was impossibly arrogant.

That was Ancestor Hongjun—the one towering above all of Honghuang.

Even the Saints were no more than ants before Ancestor Hongjun.

Luo Fu, not yet a Saint, dared challenge Ancestor Hongjun—it was sheer overconfidence.

But now, the Jade Emperor no longer felt that way.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches could be resurrected, what was impossible?

His gaze locked firmly on the Outer Heavens, the Jade Emperor waited for Ancestor Hongjun's reaction, wondering whether Ancestor Hongjun would personally intervene upon seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches return.

Over these years, the Jade Emperor had seen clearly: the fall of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was inextricably tied to Ancestor Hongjun.

A battle between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Ancestor Hongjun was inevitable.

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Yu Xu Palace.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Twelve Celestial Blood Chaos Array—how is this possible? Could Luo Fu have created counterfeit copies? But how could counterfeits possibly form the Twelve Celestial Blood Chaos Array and summon Pangu's body?"

Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches appear in the Outer Heavens, Master Yuanshi also lost his composure, his face filled with shock.

He could not believe the Twelve Ancestral Witches had truly returned.

The instant he saw them, Master Yuanshi wondered whether Luo Fu had somehow created twelve fakes.

Master Yuanshi had witnessed the fall of the Twelve Ancestral Witches with his own eyes.

Of course, his muttered words were merely an unconscious outburst brought on by his shock.

With his Saintly insight, he could still tell the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not fakes—they were genuine.

Master Yuanshi was intimately familiar with the aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

One could say that any powerhouse who had survived from the Wushen era to the present had no lack of familiarity with their aura.

In that age, the most brilliant were not the Saints, but the Wu clan and the Yao clan.

They were the true overlords of Honghuang.

"If the Twelve Ancestral Witches have returned, could all the other fallen powerhouses have returned too? Is this Luo Fu's true strength?"

Like the Jade Emperor, Master Yuanshi also suspected that Luo Fu might have resurrected other fallen powerhouses.

Likewise, Master Yuanshi had discerned Luo Fu's intent.

But he assumed Luo Fu merely wished to resist Ancestor Hongjun and alter the so-called cosmic reckoning.

He had not considered that Luo Fu sought to utterly overthrow Ancestor Hongjun's rule.

It was not that Master Yuanshi could not conceive it—he dared not. Even if he had, he would not believe it.

Because Ancestor Hongjun was simply too powerful.

A realm equal to Heaven's Dao, towering above all life in Honghuang.

Added to which, Ancestor Hongjun controlled the Heavenly Dao.

As long as one remained within Honghuang, Ancestor Hongjun was invincible.

Even peers of equal rank could not stand against him.

Thus, Master Yuanshi had never believed Ancestor Hongjun could ever be overthrown.

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Nüwa Palace.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches have returned? Is this Lady Pingxin's doing? Unlikely—if she had such power, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would have returned long ago. Then it must be Luo Fu's doing. I never thought the young man Luo Fu possessed such a technique."

Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Wus appear in Tianwai Tian, Pingxin Niangniang could not help but stand up.

Pingxin Niangniang's impression of the Twelve Ancestral Wus was also extremely profound.

After all, she too was of the Yao race.

Before she became a Saint.

As a member of the Yao race, Pingxin Niangniang had more than once received threats from the Twelve Ancestral Wus.

How could she not have a profound impression of the Twelve Ancestral Wus?

Of course, those were all past events.

Now, Pingxin Niangniang held no great ill will toward the Twelve Ancestral Wus.

As for the blood feud between the Wu clan and the Yao race, that had even less to do with Pingxin Niangniang.

From beginning to end, Pingxin Niangniang never held strong racial notions.

Otherwise, after becoming a Saint, she would not have refused to side with the Yao race.

Compared to these grudges, Pingxin Niangniang truly wanted to know how Luo Fu had resurrected the Twelve Ancestral Wus.

"Could it be some form of Creation technique? A Creation technique capable of resurrecting the Twelve Ancestral Wus must be astonishingly extraordinary. After this battle, I must shake off my elder brother and contact Luo Fu's boy—see if I can witness it myself."

Watching the resurrected Twelve Ancestral Wus, Pingxin Niangniang's shock gradually faded, leaving only a trace of fascination—the fascination of an artist for a masterpiece.

The Dao of Creation, Pingxin Niangniang also excelled in.

She could perceive faint traces of the Dao of Creation upon the Twelve Ancestral Wus.