Chapter 26: The Return of the Ancestral Witches

Outside the Primordial World, Earth Wind Water Fire surged, and faint flashes of Chaos lightning flickered.

Within that churning Chaos, ten figures crossed over and plunged into the Starry Sky.

Their appearances were strange and varied, yet without exception, their forms were imposing and surrounded by rolling Malevolent Qi; they were the renowned Ancestral Witches of the Primordial land.

Facing the familiar world before them, the group secretly let out a breath, which immediately turned into a series of curses.

"Hah! Finally back to the Primordial World."

"If not for our Ancestral Witch bodies, it wouldn't have been this easy."

"I shouldn't have gone; it made me run back and forth for over two thousand years."

"Exactly, if we had been meditating in the divine temple, we all would have broken through to a new realm."

Most were cursing and swearing, while the remaining few who did not speak also wore expressions of anger.

Clearly, they were all extremely annoyed by this trip into the Chaos.

More than two thousand years ago, the Dao voice of Hongjun spread throughout the Primordial World, and those with affinity could all go to Purple Heaven Palace to listen to the Dao.

Many of the Ancestral Witches were disdainful, but that magnificent Saintly might still made them quite wary.

At the repeated insistence of Houtu and Xuanming, they decided to go to the Chaos Zixiao Palace together to take a look first.

Relying on their formidable Ancestral Witch bodies, it took them over a thousand years to find Purple Heaven Palace, which was much faster than the three thousand years set by Hongjun, making the many Ancestral Witches quite proud.

Yet who would have known that before Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun kept the palace gates tightly shut, actually making them wait outside.

Dignified Ancestral Witches had never suffered such grievances; even Dijiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches who had some intention of coming earlier, was secretly furious.

If not for his wariness of Hongjun's remarkable strength, he would have smashed those palace gates to pieces.

How could the indignant Ancestral Witches stay? Houtu and Xuanming simply could not suppress these furious brothers of theirs.

After waiting for two or three days, the impatient Dijiang and the others returned the way they came one by one, with only Houtu and Xuanming remaining.

Having been there once, the return journey was much easier, taking only a few hundred years.

The Ancestral Witch Zhurong—who had a beast head and human body, was covered in red scales, wore fire snakes in his ears, and stepped on fire dragons—said loudly: "Now that we are back, we can take the momentum of the Wu Clan and unify the entire Primordial land!"

"Not bad, not bad!" the Ancestral Witch Tianwu, who had eight heads and a human face, a tiger body, and ten tails, softly echoed.

Beside them, other Ancestral Witches such as Gonggong and Qiangliang also agreed repeatedly.

Although they had handed over all matters to the Great Witches of each tribe before leaving, their personal presence would surely make things faster.

They were confident that once Hongjun finished his sermon at Purple Heaven Palace, the Primordial land would be the world of the Wu Clan.

The remaining Ancestral Witches, such as Jumang, did not speak but looked toward Dijiang beside them.

Dijiang, the leader of the twelve Ancestral Witches, looked like a yellow sack, red as cinnabar fire, with six feet and four wings, chaotic and without face or eyes; he was the Ancestral Witch of space and speed.

Although the many Ancestral Witches were hot-tempered, major clan affairs still had to be decided by their eldest brother.

Dijiang turned slightly, his eyes seemingly piercing through the endless Chaos to see the mysterious palace floating amidst the Earth Wind Water Fire.

"Leave this matter to the Great Witches of the clan; we will give some instructions later and then immediately go to the divine temple to meditate."

This time heading to Purple Heaven Palace, those who could travel with them were few and far between, and not many people were seen before the gates of Purple Heaven Palace.

Dijiang did not think much of the various Great Luo Golden Immortals of the Primordial land, but he still had some reservations about Hongjun.

With Hongjun preaching, those Great Luo Golden Immortals would certainly gain something, and they could not fall behind.

Moreover, many of the Great Witches in the clan had already stepped into the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm; the current Primordial World had no rivals, so there was no need for them to take action.

Hearing Dijiang's words, Zhurong and the other Ancestral Witches said nothing more.

To stabilize the Wu Clan's position as overlords, they, the Ancestral Witches, were the most important priority.

"Return to your respective tribes; as for the tribes of Houtu and Xuanming, you two go take a look." As he spoke, Dijiang's gaze swept toward Gonggong and Zhurong at his side. The two, Gonggong and Zhurong, naturally nodded in agreement; Houtu and the other's tribes were close to them, so it was on the way.

While the group was flying, Zhu Jiuyin looked at the towering Mount Buzhou in the distance and exclaimed loudly: "Eldest brother, the will of the Father God on this Mount Buzhou seems to have become much stronger."

The several Ancestral Witches passing through the Starry Sky heard this and hurriedly turned their heads to look, also casting side-glances repeatedly.

"It is truly so!"

"Indeed! The Father God's will is strong, and the might of Mount Buzhou has also greatly increased."

"This is the trend of our Wu Clan's great prosperity; it is only right that our Wu Clan unifies the Primordial World."

The many Ancestral Witches praised loudly, their eyes filled with joy.

Even the usually solemn Dijiang had faint laughter coming from him.

Mount Buzhou represented the will of the Father God, and this was the most direct manifestation.

Upon arriving at the peak of Mount Buzhou, the many Ancestral Witches separated, with Gonggong flying first toward the region under Houtu's jurisdiction.

Amidst a high mountain range, the Great Witch Houyi looked toward the direction of Mount Buzhou with his four eyes, his expression somewhat grave.

Wherever the Wu Clan army passed, no Demon could withstand them.

The few times they had taken action, it was only against fellows at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. One arrow was enough! It was just that it had been several hundred years since Kuafu left, and his brother still had not returned.

Regarding Kuafu's strength, Houyi was naturally very certain; there were few in the entire Wu Clan who could withstand his edge.

But having no response for such a long time truly left Houyi somewhat puzzled.

Just at this moment, rolling might swept down from the firmament, and Houyi was stunned.

An imposing figure descended from the void—python-headed and human-bodied, covered in black scales, stepping on black dragons, with green pythons coiled around his hands—it was the Water Ancestral Witch Gonggong, one of the twelve Ancestral Witches.

Houyi dared not hesitate and flew forward. "Houyi pays respects to Ancestral Witch Gonggong!"

Yet in his heart, he was somewhat puzzled: the Ancestral Witches had gone to the Chaos Zixiao Palace together, how had they returned so quickly?

Gonggong nodded slightly, looked at the sprawling tribes in the distance, and spoke in a deep voice: "Were there any obstacles on this trip?"

"Reporting to the Ancestral Witch! The Demon Race is weak and can hardly withstand the warriors of our clan," Houyi responded respectfully.

Gonggong nodded; this was all within his expectations, and coming here was just a formality. Although it was strange not to see the Great Witch Kuafu, Gonggong did not think much of it.

"Houtu remained in the Chaos, and we returned first. If there is any urgent matter, you may go to the divine temple."

Having said this, Gonggong did not wait for Houyi's response, tore open the void, and escaped into it.

Seeing Gonggong's figure disappear, Houyi glanced toward the direction of Mount Buzhou and sped toward the dense tribe behind him.

Although it was a bit strange that Houtu had not returned, Houyi did not think much of it.

With the Great Luo Golden Immortals all heading to Chaos, the Great Witches were enough for the expansion of the tribe.

As for the matter of Kuafu, if the Ancestral Witch Houtu asked, he would naturally explain it clearly.

If the other Ancestral Witches came to ask, he did not want to diminish the prestige of his own Ancestral Witch, and besides, Houyi trusted his brother.

However, since there had been no news of Kuafu for a long time, he intended to send someone to investigate.

At the foot of the distant Mount Buzhou, Kuafu radiated a thick, violent aura, his eyes fixed only on that figure in the distance.

A hundred years had passed; he had chased for another hundred years, yet he still could not catch up to this detestable stone man.

He had thought about contacting his brother Houyi, but he simply could not swallow this frustration.

Clearly, this stone man was no match for him.

It was just that those tribesmen who had been taken away (End of this chapter)