Chapter 285: Di Jun

Ancestral Witch Hall.

Many Ancestral Witches were cultivating here.

This was where the Twelve Ancestral Witches were born; originally formed from Pangu's blood, they first appeared right here.

In the ages that followed, the Ancestral Witch Hall nurtured their growth.

In fact, cultivating within the Ancestral Witch Hall accelerated the growth of these Ancestral Witches' strength far more than outside.

Even now, as Quasi-Saint layer Ancestral Witches, this remains true.

It can only be said that the Ancestral Witch Hall, which nurtured their growth, indeed possessed certain miraculous qualities.

Some even speculated among the Ancestral Witches.

The Ancestral Witch Hall might even have been born from Pangu's heart.

But this was merely speculation; the true secrets hidden within the Ancestral Witch Hall were beyond even the Quasi-Saint Ancestral Witches' ability to uncover.

Emperor Jiang and several other Ancestral Witches could only assume it was due to their insufficient strength that they failed to detect the Hall's secrets.

As a result, they could only reluctantly abandon their attempts to investigate the Hall's mysteries.

Perhaps only when their strength advanced further could they truly uncover the secrets of the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Whether it truly was formed from Pangu's heart.

The Ancestral Witches were somewhat uncertain about this.

But regardless, the Ancestral Witch Hall's miraculous qualities were undeniable.

"Brothers, I've discovered something major outside," Sister Houtu appeared in the Ancestral Witch Hall, speaking in haste.

"Elder Brother?" Zhurong hesitated. "Sister Houtu, are the demon race led by Di Jun attacking us again?"

"Attacking us?" Gonggong roared in fury. "Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi—those two birds—we haven't sought them out, yet they dare come after us?"

As he spoke, Gonggong rose to his feet, as if ready to immediately leave the Ancestral Witch Hall and kill Di Jun and his kind.

"Brother, it's not like that," Sister Houtu shook her head.

These two elder brothers, Zhurong and Gonggong, had completely misunderstood.

"Although we previously discovered that the demon god Jiuyin attacked our Wu clan, he has already been eliminated," Sister Houtu said.

"Jiuyin the demon god," Zhu Jiuyin's eyes gleamed. "I've heard that name—he's a demon god of the demon race, but even among demon gods, he was merely weak."

"Still, Sister Houtu, killing Jiuyin has avenged our clan."

"I didn't kill Jiuyin," Sister Houtu shook her head.

Though if she had acted, she was confident she could have killed Jiuyin—after all, for an Ancestral Witch to kill a Luo Jinxian-level demon being was trivial.

But since she hadn't killed him, she wouldn't take credit.

Moreover, a Luo Jinxian-level demon being meant nothing to them.

Among the Ancestral Witches, they might not have killed many Quasi-Saint level demon beings, but Luo Jinxian level demon beings had certainly fallen under her hands.

"Not killed by Sister Houtu?" Zhu Jiuyin's eyes showed surprise.

To kill a Luo Jinxian-level demon being—especially a top-tier one—would require a Quasi-Saint level powerhouse.

Why would a Quasi-Saint powerhouse suddenly kill a demon god with no reason?

Doing so would make enemies of the demon race.

In this world, only our Wu clan and the Dao-Saints had no reason to fear the demon race.

But the Dao-Saints would never intervene.

That Luo Jinxian-level demon being had no grounds to make enemies with a Dao-Saint.

As for other veteran Quasi-Saints in the Honghuang realm, they certainly existed, but under normal circumstances, they wouldn't dare make enemies with the demon race.

For them, it would be extremely dangerous.

Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and other demon race Quasi-Saints could unite and kill a single Quasi-Saint.

The same applied to our Wu clan.

If any lone Quasi-Saint slaughtered one of our Wu clan's Da Wu—the Luo Jinxian-level Wu—these Ancestral Witches would never stand idly by; we would make him pay dearly.

This is the arrogance of our Wu clan.

The demon race are the same.

The ferocity of the Wu-demon conflict was surely tied to the nature of both races.

For both Wu and demons, neither side would yield.

Thus, the fact that a Quasi-Saint had killed Jiuyin the demon god left Zhu Jiuyin deeply shocked.

"Little sister, was it some Quasi-Saint powerhouse?" Emperor Jiang asked.

"He's not a Quasi-Saint," Sister Houtu shook her head.

"Not a Quasi-Saint?" Jumang exclaimed. "Little sister, is it one of our own Da Wu?"

Jumang had great confidence in his clan's strength.

To some extent, at the same realm level, the Wu clan was stronger than the demon race.

Unless the demon race wielded certain supreme magic treasures—like Donghuang Taiyi's primordial supreme treasure, the Chaos Bell—which allowed him to single-handedly confront multiple Ancestral Witches.

The Ancestral Witches found Donghuang Taiyi's Chaos Bell quite troublesome.

The Chaos Bell's defense was like a turtle shell.

Even with the Ancestral Witches' immense strength, breaking through its defense was extremely difficult.

At the same time, the Chaos Bell's offensive power could inflict real injuries on the Ancestral Witches.

Thus, the Ancestral Witches understood how greatly a supreme spiritual treasure could enhance a Honghuang being's strength.

But Jiuyin, being merely a Luo Jinxian, clearly possessed no such treasure.

Therefore, for a Wu clan Great Wu to slay Jiuyin the demon god was entirely logical.

"It's not a great shaman of our clan, but a powerful being of another race," Sister Houtu said. "You can't imagine what that person's strength realm is actually like."

"Little sister, don't keep us in suspense, just tell us properly so we can know," Sister Xuanming said helplessly.

Houtu was dangling this right in front of them.

If it weren't because Houtu was the little sister, if anyone else dared keep them in suspense like this, these ancestral shamans would have long since taught that person why the flowers were so red.

"Hehe." Houtu looked at those anxious ancestral shamans and laughed. "This person is the important matter I mentioned earlier. That one is of the human race, his name is Luo Fu, he is the personal disciple of Saint Tongtian, and that person's strength is only at the Taiyi Jin Xian realm."

Hearing Houtu's answer, the surrounding ancestral shamans all fell silent.

The amount of information in Houtu's words was truly enormous.

The other party was actually of the human race. What kind of race the human race was, these ancestral shamans naturally knew.

Even that the human race and the shaman race had combined to form the human-shaman bloodline, the ancestral shamans also knew.

This gave them some understanding of the human race, the race created by the sage.

It could be said that the human race could not be compared with the shaman-demon race, let alone with the other various races of the Primordial World.

The human race was far, far too weak.

Perhaps strong beings might be born among them, but when a strong being gave birth to new life, that newborn of the human race likewise started from zero.

On this point, the other races of the Primordial World were different.

Generally, the stronger the parents, the stronger their children would be as well.

It could only be said that the human race would not produce a situation where the strong remained forever strong.

Who would have thought that this time it would actually be a member of the human race who struck against the demon race's Nine Infants. Could it be that this person of the human race was not afraid of the demon race's retaliation?

But hearing the latter part, that this person of the human race was a sage's personal disciple, several ancestral shamans again considered this situation to be perfectly reasonable.