Chapter 1032: The High-Spirited Wu Clan

Witch God Realm.

Pangu Hall remained safe and sound, and the Eye of Heavenly Punishment could only disperse in frustration.

Subsequently, bursts of hearty laughter emanated from within the hall:

"Hahaha, I, Di Jiang, have returned!"

"Wonderful, I never imagined that we brothers would be able to meet again."

"I knew that with the protection of the Father God, we would not fall so easily. This time, our True Spirits circled the Primordial World and even obtained the Father God's final legacy; we shall reach even greater heights soon!"

……

Deep within Pangu Hall.

The Witch Pool.

The Witch Pool is the foundation of the Wu Clan; they can give birth to offspring through the union of yin and yang, or they can use their own Imperial Essence Blood combined with the efficacy of the Witch Pool to directly create new members of the Wu Clan.

This time, the resurrection of Di Jiang and the others also relied on the power of the Witch Pool.

To resurrect Di Jiang and his companions, the Wu Clan slaughtered countless creatures, merging all of their flesh, blood, and spirits into the Witch Pool.

Unlike the Demon Race, which only resurrected Di Jun, Donghuang, and Xihe.

Utilizing the Witch Pool, the Wu Clan not only resurrected the eleven Ancestral Witches including Di Jiang, but also over a hundred Great Witches such as Kuafu, Houyi, and Lixiang, as well as several thousand Ancient Witches.

Because of the protection of Pangu Hall, the Wu Clan's ability to perform the Sacrifice suffered no loss at all.

Yet the Demon Race suffered a loss of nearly half.

Some were plundered by other life imprints within the Time River, while others were destroyed by the Eye of Heavenly Punishment.

Precisely because of this, the Demon Race only resurrected the three of Di Jun.

It can be said that the current Wu Clan is unprecedentedly powerful, with twenty Ancestral Witches above, over two hundred Great Witches in the middle, and over eighteen thousand Ancient Witches below, nearly double their peak strength.

Xingtian, Chiyou, and the others were overjoyed; they stepped forward excitedly and bowed, saying: "Greetings to all Ancestral Witches, greetings to all brothers and sisters."

Di Jiang ceased his laughter, looked around at everyone, and a look of excitement flashed in his eyes: "Xingtian, Chiyou, you have all become Ancestral Witches! Wonderful, a full nine Ancestral Witches; added to us, that makes twenty.

Hahaha, good, good.

Our Wu Clan has developed for so many years, and we have finally reached a higher level.

By the way, how long has it been since we returned to the embrace of the Father God, and where is sister Houtu?

We have returned from resurrection this time, why is she not here?"

Zhu Jiuyin and the others were also filled with excitement.

They looked around the hall and saw there were indeed nine Ancestral Witches and over a hundred Great Witches, and basically all of them were newcomers.

Xingtian's emotions surged, and he said loudly: "Reporting to all Ancestral Witches, it has been over two hundred thousand years since you returned to the embrace of the Father God. As for Ancestral Witch Houtu, she currently resides in the Wuzu Heaven of the Chaos Beyond the Heavens and is not in the Primordial World. We did not inform Ancestral Witch Houtu about resurrecting you Ancestral Witches this time."

"Only over two hundred thousand years!"

Di Jiang and the others were greatly shocked.

Two hundred thousand years was but the blink of an eye in their view; how could the Wu Clan have birthed so many Ancestral Witches and Great Witches?

Xingtian nodded and said: "Yes. Ancestral Witches, since you returned to the embrace of the Father God, many things have happened in the Primordial World. Allow me to explain them to you later; let us go out first."

"That is fine."

Di Jiang nodded, his smile amiable as he said: "Since you have already become an Ancestral Witch, you are our brother; there is no need to perform such grand bows to us. You can just call me Big Brother from now on."

Xingtian and the others were excited and just about to speak when Houtu's voice came from outside the hall: "My brothers!"

"Sister Houtu!"

"Sister Houtu!"

Di Jiang, Xuanming, and the others were stirred with emotion and rushed outside one after another. ………

Half a day later.

After listening to Xingtian, Di Jiang and the others felt shocked.

They could never have imagined that in a mere twenty thousand years or so, the Human Race, which was so timid and weak back then, had actually leaped to become the number one race of the Primordial World, occupying the Primordial Continent and the Underworld, suppressing the Wu and Demon races, the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin, and even the Saints.

And their Wu Clan.

They were once so prosperous, dominating the Primordial Continent, yet now they were forced to huddle in the Witch God Realm.

The Heavenly Dao Network, mobile phones, warships, the Primordial Mall, and all sorts of novel things made them feel as if the entire world had changed upon waking from a dream.

Although shocked, it was only shock.

They did not take the mere Di Qi seriously, and furthermore, now that the Saints were all confined to the Chaos Beyond the Heavens, they felt even more that the future Primordial World would be decided by the Wu Clan.

Di Jiang's gaze was like a torch, and his voice was magnanimous: "A mere Di Qi is not worth worrying about. Not to mention that we have all obtained the Father God's final legacy upon returning to his embrace; given time, it is not impossible to even become a Witch Saint.

Just by us twelve Ancestral Witches joining forces to re-forge the Du Tian Shensha Array, we can kill Di Qi.

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What I am considering now is whether we should still participate in the Anti-Shang Alliance."

Zhurong had the most fiery temper and said arrogantly: "Of course we do not participate. The Saints are confined, so we decide the fate of the Primordial World. If we still participate in the Anti-Shang Alliance, how can we attack the Demon Race in the future, or even the Long-Feng Qilin Sanzue?"

Zhu Jiuyin also said with a calm expression: "Indeed. Our Wu Clan are the descendants of the Father God and should rightfully be the masters of the Primordial World. How could those other races be worthy of standing on equal footing with our Wu Clan!"

For once, Gonggong did not argue with Zhurong; he said with a passionate voice: "That is exactly right. The Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World are nothing more than Blood Food prepared for us by the Father God; even the Saints should bow down and submit to us."

Qiangliang, Tianwu, and the others echoed this one after another. Having returned from rebirth, they did not even hold the Saints in regard, so naturally, they would not continue to participate in any Anti-Shang Alliance and put shackles on themselves.

Besides, a mere Di Qi and the Great Shang Celestial Dynasty could be destroyed in the snap of a finger; why bother with an alliance?

Seeing the ambition of Di Jiang and the others to swallow the world, Xingtian and the others were also stirred, casting aside all their former caution as if they had returned to the time of the Wu-Demon struggle.

Back then, the Wu Clan was just like this—fearing neither Heaven nor Earth, not even holding the Saints in regard.

Watching the entire Wu Clan indulging in self-aggrandizement, Houtu was filled with worry and reminded them: "My brothers, this person Di Qi has always been mysterious; no one knows his true trump cards. If we must destroy Shang, it would be better to unite with others."

She did not like fighting, but she was an Ancestral Witch after all.

She could barely restrain the Wu Clan of the past, but how could the current Wu Clan be content to remain trapped in the Witch God Realm?

Returning to the Primordial World is something no one can stop.

Di Jiang waved his large hand and said, "Little sister Houtu, you have no idea what kind of opportunity we obtained upon returning from the embrace of Father God.

Let's just put it this way: even if we cannot become Witch Saints in the end, we still possess combat power far exceeding that of a Peak Quasi-Saint.

Even without deploying the Zhou Tian Star Formation, if we join forces, we can challenge a Saint."

Zhu Jiuyin and the others all nodded, their expressions arrogant.

Strength is their greatest trump card.

"Very well then."

Houtu did not try to persuade them further; she understood the personalities of these elder brothers.

Zhu Jiuyin looked at Di Jiang and said, "Eldest brother, should we cultivate first, or should we first destroy Di Qi and the Great Shang Celestial Dynasty?"

Di Jiang said heroically, "Why bother with cultivation? Let us destroy Di Qi and the Great Shang Celestial Dynasty first. Xingtian comes from Houtu's lineage; although he is only at the mid-stage of Ancestral Witch, he can barely join us in forming the Du Tian Shensha Array.

We shall strike directly at the heart of the enemy and capture or kill Di Qi.

Xingtian, Chiyou, you two go down and organize the troops.

Once we have captured and killed Di Qi, we will lead the army to invade the Primordial Continent and restore the glory of our Wu Clan."

(End of this chapter)