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

Chapter 29 The Twelve Ancestral Witches Battle the Four Saints (Please continue reading!!)

Suddenly, a voice entered the ears of all the saints.

"Who is it?"

Looking up suddenly, all I saw was a gigantic fist that blotted out the sky and crashed down.

"It's your grandfather—".

Rumble.

The North Sea trembled, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches finally arrived. The moment they saw the Five Great Saints joining forces to seal Ye Yang, they went completely berserk. The human race and the witch race were closely related in later generations, how could they allow these saints to cause trouble?

In a fit of rage, he directly condensed the true form of Pangu, and his massive fist smashed the seal, causing it to collapse instantly.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches have gone too far in deceiving the Holy Ones."

The saints looked up, thinking that their Dharma bodies were already powerful enough, but at this moment they realized that compared to Pangu's true body, they were still inferior.

"Hmph, the Sage Taiqing, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, Nuwa (whose courtesy name is also a pseudonym), and those two Western dogs, my Wu Clan has wronged you all, so what are you going to do about it?"

"How dare you insult a saint?"

All the saints in the heavens were greatly alarmed. At this point, these twelve ancestral witches actually did not understand the will of heaven, and were so audacious as to be so bold as to be so arrogant ...

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, how dare you insult a sage! You have no courage!"

Nuwa let out a delicate shout, but was mercilessly slapped in the face by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Pah! You hypocrite, if you're not brave enough, why would you call yourself an Ancestral Witch? Take this punch!"

The overwhelming fist descended once more, heading straight for Nuwa. Even the combined might of the twelve Ancestral Witches was no match for the Sage, but the condensation of Pangu's true form made a difference. Moreover, in this land of the North Sea, the power unleashed by Pangu's true form was even stronger.

Nuwa, the Sage, has fallen to the passing grade of Sage cultivation. What if something goes wrong? In a fit of anger, Nuwa threw the red embroidered ball directly.

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, since you are so ignorant of fate, then don't blame this Saint for using ruthless methods."

As the red embroidered ball flew away, the Supreme Saint and the others were greatly surprised:

"Junior sister, no—!"

The red embroidered ball was the key to suppressing Ye Yang, and the Supreme Saint, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, and the two Western Saints all knew this perfectly well.

Nuwa was the weakest among them in terms of cultivation, but to suppress the Ancestor of Humanity, she needed a magic weapon. The Taiji Diagram was definitely out of the question, and the Pangu Banner was also impossible. The two Western Saints were notoriously stingy. The four of them instantly reached an agreement to trick Nuwa.

Unexpectedly, the Twelve Ancestral Witches arrived by sheer chance. In her haste, Nuwa took out her red embroidered ball, and the seal instantly crumbled.

"Oh no, hold on tight!"

Even the Supreme Saint could not hold back any longer and could only throw out a magic weapon as the core of the formation, but at that moment, the fists of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already struck.

"Disperse—".

With a thunderous roar, carrying the power of Pangu, the seal was shattered with the force of a single punch.

"Damn it—."

The Supreme Saint was enraged. The power of the Ancestral Witches was not to be underestimated. Just as the seal was being converted, the power was shattered by a single punch.

"Hahaha, all the saints and sages of the heavens, I have emerged, hahahaha."

In an instant, Ye Yang rushed out, his entire body engulfed in red flames. The human race's fortune had turned red. Without uttering any unnecessary words, he directly aimed at Nuwa.

"Nuwa, I said I would dethrone you, and today is the day."

Rumble.

In an instant, the human race's fortune ignited once more, and Ye Yang transformed into a streak of light, directly crashing into Nuwa.

"Total destruction—"

"don't want--."

At this moment, Nuwa was truly afraid. She wasn't afraid of death, after all, she could resurrect infinitely and was immortal. But once she was dethroned, Ye Yang had many ways to kill her. Ye Yang understood this, and so did Nuwa.

"Hmph, Ancestor of Humanity, you're too arrogant."

Suddenly, the Taiji diagram expanded against the wind and headed straight for Ye Yang, but the Twelve Ancestral Witches beside him were also going all out:

"Hmph, you dare to be distracted in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

Pangu's true form immediately launched the attack.

"Damn it."

Faced with the true form of Pangu, how could the saints of the heavens truly dare to kill him? "The endless karmic force cannot withstand it!" the Supreme Saint of Taiqing roared.

"Fellow disciples, let's first disperse Pangu's true form, otherwise we will be burdened with endless karma once we make a move. Junior Sister Nuwa, you hold off Ye Yang, and we will suppress him after we have dealt with the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

"That's excellent."

In an instant, the situation turned completely one-sided. Ye Yang charged straight at Nuwa without regard for his own safety. Nuwa used the red embroidered ball to keep stalling for time. It wasn't that she couldn't defeat Ye Yang, but that she was afraid that Ye Yang would really dethrone her from her holy position.

bang

Pangu's true form went mad, but the saints of the heavens dared not kill him. Even so, the twelve ancestral witches could not withstand the power of the saints.

puff--.

The twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously spat out blood, their internal organs trembling from the blows inflicted by the Jade Ruyi of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

"Damn it, this is a saint."

"Brothers, hold on! The fate of the Witch Clan is sealed. Let's risk everything to carve out a path for their descendants."

"Alright, since that's the case, then let it burn."

Without further ado, the Twelve Ancestral Witches began to burn their life essence. Knowing full well that they could not escape death, they decided to make the best use of their resources and pave a generous path for their descendants.

Rumble.

In an instant, the twelve colossal pillars that seemed to support the heavens burst into flames, and Pangu's true form became even more terrifying in that instant.

Rumble.

The primordial world trembled, and Pangu's oppressive power surged forth in that instant, while Mount Buzhou continuously emitted terrifying power.

"Oh no, the will of Pangu is about to awaken again."

That was the first thought of all the saints.

"Damn it, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have also burned their essence blood. They've all gone mad."

"Quickly disperse them! We can't let them die in our hands, otherwise the fate of the primordial world will surely change! Hurry!"

This time, all the saints of the heavens were truly afraid. If Ye Yang was a madman, then the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not only reckless and impulsive, but also utterly suicidal.

In contrast, all the saints of the heavens would rather provoke Ye Yang than provoke the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Ancestor of Humanity, the twelve Ancestral Witches are destined to die. Today, I will burn the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witches to open a generous road for the human race and the witch race. Once the twelve Ancestral Witches fall, the fortune of the witch race will belong to the human race."

Rumble.

The ancestral witch's oath took effect instantly.

"You bastards, Twelve Ancestral Witches, you're cutting off people's livelihoods and opportunities!"

All the saints in the heavens were terrified. The fortune of the witch clan had been transferred to the human race, and all the saints in the heavens had gained nothing.

"Hahaha, what does it matter if we cut off your source of wealth? Today, we, the Ancestral Witches, will burn our lifeblood and fight against all the saints of the heavens, even to the death—."

By burning his essence and blood, Pangu gained immense magical power, making his true form increasingly terrifying, almost on par with all the saints of the heavens.

"Damn it, we dare not kill, otherwise we will be burdened with karma, and even if the primordial world does not evolve into chaos, we will still be knocked down from our sainthood."

"Brother, what should we do now?"

Now that the Ancestor of Humanity's fortune is almost exhausted, blood rain has fallen in the prehistoric world. The saints know that time is running out. In addition, the Ancestral Witch has burned her essence blood to activate Pangu's true body. They, who were originally high and mighty, have suddenly become passive.

Upon seeing this, the Supreme Sage gritted his teeth in anger.

"Variables, variables indeed."

Finally, he remembered what Hongjun had said in Zixiao Palace: Ye Yang was a variable. If it weren't for the variable, everything would probably be going in the originally planned direction. But this variable appeared, and with a variable, it is impossible to predict accurately.

It can be said that all the saints in the heavens hated Ye Yang to the core, and Hongjun also hated Ye Yang to the core.

Just as the saints were getting anxious, a large bell suddenly rang.

"Duang—".

The sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell (Chaos Bell) rang out, and all the saints in the heavens instantly beamed with joy. Hehe, the scapegoat has arrived.

(End of this chapter)