I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 14 The Magnificent Ancestral Witch Temple (Please continue reading!!)

These words instantly turned the Ancestral Witch's eyes red; this was a blatant provocation.

"You bastard, are you saying my witch clan is inferior to your human clan? Fine, today I'll beat you to a pulp even if I perish!"

In an instant, the Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang was enveloped in baleful energy, and he was about to lose consciousness. The speed was extremely fast, and he attacked in an instant.

"Human Ye Yang, die!"

"don't want--."

At the critical moment, Houtu arrived. Although she was not as fast as Dijiang, Houtu also had her own supernatural powers. With a loud rumble, the two ancestral witches clashed.

"Get out of my way, I'm going to teach him a lesson today."

Dijiang was already furious, and it was fortunate that Houtu, the ancestral witch, possessed a primordial spirit and was not affected by the evil energy; otherwise, Ye Yang would have definitely suffered a setback today.

All the saints and countless powerful beings in the heavens looked on this side. The battle between the ancestral witches was a brutal clash of blows, devoid of any superfluous techniques, consisting entirely of the most primal power.

Despite being a woman, Houtu Zuwu was incredibly fierce in a fight. She pinned Dijiang to the ground and began to beat him mercilessly. With a casual grab, she could even use a small mountain as a weapon, leaving Dijiang somewhat dizzy and disoriented.

"I'll say it again, Father God forbids us from attacking the human race, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun has also spoken. Are you trying to push our entire Wu Clan into an endless abyss?"

After being beaten, Dijiang was thrown into the raging river, instantly creating huge waves, which finally brought the ancestral witch Dijiang back to his senses.

Splash!

Upon regaining consciousness, the Ancestral Witch Dijiang remembered the will of the Father God and said:

"Human Ye Yang, you're quite something. You got lucky this time, but next time I'll beat you so badly you won't be able to get up from your knees."

"Huh? Really? I'll wait."

Ye Yang feared neither heaven nor earth, so why would he be afraid of these ancestral witches? Houtu then said:

"Let's speak at the Temple of the Ancestral Witch, the progenitor of the human race."

Those of the Flying Witch Clan bloodline are forbidden from entering the Ancestral Witch Temple, but Ye Yang, protected by Pangu, should be able to enter.

Upon entering the territory of the Witch Clan, Ye Yang was also shocked by what he saw: towering buildings and terrifying fortresses built of massive stones—it was practically a city of giants.

Looking ahead, a tall and imposing building rose from the ground, exuding a wild aura. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were like children in front of this building, which was filled with incomprehensible symbols. However, Ye Yang could feel the terrifying charm of the Dao.

"This is the Ancestral Witch Temple? As expected, it is formed from the skull of the Great God Pangu."

Ye Yang sighed, "When will the human race be able to have its own iconic buildings?"

"Ancestor of Humanity, please."

At this moment, the twelve Ancestral Witches all transformed into the size of ordinary people. Seeing this, Ye Yang could no longer manifest his Dharma body. After returning to his original appearance, he followed the twelve Ancestral Witches inside. As a result, the saints of the heavens began to get anxious.

The Ancestral Witch Temple was formed from Pangu's skull and has the ability to shield it from heavenly secrets and the sight of all the sages. Moreover, even if it didn't have these abilities, they wouldn't dare to look into it, as that would be a great disrespect to the great god Pangu, and would surely be punished by heaven.

Unable to see Ye Yang's conversation with the Wu Clan, they grew anxious. The Sages of the Heavens, as well as Hongjun and others, felt uneasy.

At this moment, the twelve Ancestral Witches and Ye Yang walked in the Ancestral Witch Temple, but felt that it was empty and that they were very small, just like thirteen small ants crawling in a space of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.

At the center of the temple was a huge pool of blood, from which occasionally life would emerge.

"This is the Blood Pool of the Witch Clan? Legend says it contains the heart of Pangu?"

Seeing Ye Yang staring blankly at the blood pool, Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, gave him a timely reminder, and Ye Yang finally came to his senses. At this moment, looking at the Twelve Ancestral Witches sitting cross-legged not far away, Ye Yang was also greatly surprised.

The boundless malevolent aura emanating from them was completely concealed. Could it be the suppression from the Ancestral Witch Temple? Ye Yang instantly realized that his guess was correct.

"Ancestor of Humanity, how do you intend to understand the blood debt between the human race and the witch race?"

Without the influence of the evil energy, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had fully recovered. Ancestral Witch Dijiang also calmed down, and Ye Yang said:

"Heh, how could I dare to truly ask you to repay your blood debts? You are descendants of the Great God Pangu, the true inheritors of Pangu's lineage. The human race is already deeply grateful for the protection of the Great God Pangu's will. If we were to talk about blood debts again, wouldn't that be ungrateful?"

The sudden change of topic stunned the Twelve Ancestral Witches. They were shocked to realize that all the thousands of sentences they had prepared had been wasted.

"My ancestor, what do you mean by that?"

Seeing the surprised expressions on the faces of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Ye Yang smiled slightly and said:

"The blood debt between humans and witches doesn't necessarily have to be repaid in blood; it can be resolved through other means, such as cooperation?"

"Hmm? Cooperation? What is cooperation?"

Forehead.

Ye Yang then realized that such a word did not exist in this prehistoric world.

"Heh, it's nothing more than a matter of self-interest. Although the great calamity of humanity has passed, the next great calamity will bring countless troubles. Humanity wants to join forces with the Witch Clan. I wonder what you Ancestral Witches think?"

Ye Yang had already begun making arrangements, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches were puzzled.

"How can the humans join forces?"

Although they didn't know what Ye Yang was up to, his words just now made them feel comfortable. As long as he wasn't there to collect a debt, they were willing to negotiate.

"Fellow Ancestral Witches, the Great Tribulation of the Witch and the Demon is nearing its end. At that time, both the Witch and the Demon races will withdraw from the stage of the prehistoric world. Your Witch race will suffer an even worse fate. Only one of the twelve Ancestral Witches will survive, and the rest of the Witch race will collapse and perish."

"You bastard!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Twelve Ancestral Witches felt uncomfortable, and their originally amiable expressions immediately changed:

"Human Ye Yang, you are too presumptuous! My Wu Clan was born of Heaven and Earth, is the true descendant of Pangu, and is the master of this primordial world. How dare you utter such arrogant words as saying that the Wu Clan will be destroyed? What are your true intentions?"

The other ancestral witches also looked grim:

"Human Ye Yang, I only allowed you into the Ancestral Witch Temple because of Father God's protection. Don't push your luck."

Seeing the enraged Ancestral Witches, Ye Yang shook his head and smiled slightly.

"This is the will of Heaven, and cannot be decided by my words alone."

"What? You bastard, I'm going to do it today!"

As Gonggong was about to jump up, he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"What do you want? Come and beat me up? You're welcome to try, but the Witch Clan will be destroyed in your hands."

I'm fucking stupid.

Gonggong was also frustrated, as were the other Ancestral Witches. They hadn't believed it at first, but they had already fought each other and knew the consequences. Fortunately, they were in the Ancestral Witch Temple, otherwise they would have been controlled by the evil energy again.

"How do the Witch Clan compare to the three primordial races of the early Dragon-Han Calamity?"

Amid their reluctance, Ye Yang asked the question, and the Ancestral Witches immediately calmed down upon hearing it.

"The three races of the Primordial Era are reincarnations of the Chaos Gods, and my Wu Clan is naturally incomparable to them."

Indeed, he was from the same era as Pangu. Although he was reincarnated a generation younger, his previous life was still that of a Chaos Demon God, and the Ancestral Witches dared not compare themselves to him.

"Heh, then let me ask you again, how does the Witch Clan compare to the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods?"

"you"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were frustrated. They couldn't even compare to the three races of the prehistoric world, so how could they have the confidence to compare with the Chaos God?

"Human Ye Yang, what exactly are you trying to say?"

(End of this chapter)