The Primordial Starry Sky, Siege of the Witch Clan

Chapter 47 The Primordial Starry Sky, Siege of the Witch Clan

The low-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Taiyin Sword, was aimed directly at Yang Gui.

The power of the moonlight condensed and took shape, rushing in from all directions.

Xihe's face was filled with anger as she looked at the laurel tree with one of its branches cut off, and her anger surged.

This is the birthplace of these sisters, and the laurel tree has been carefully tended by them for countless years. How could they tolerate such a thief destroying it like this!

As Yang Gui watched the Taiyin Sword fly rapidly towards him, a flash of five-colored divine light appeared in his hand.

Under Xihe's shocked gaze, he grasped the Taiyin Sword in his hand.

"Young man, don't be angry."

The two sisters, Xihe and Changxi, were in a fit of rage and would never listen to him.

The endless source of Yin energy surged, and the power of the Yin moon swept over the Yin star.

This is the training ground for the two sisters. When they fought here, their strength as early-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortals was forcibly elevated to late-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortals.

The power of the moon transformed into a giant sword, which, with the blessing of Xihe and Changxi, descended from the sky.

Yang Gui stood still, with the Azure Lotus Banner hovering above his head.

boom!

A deafening sound resounded from the Moon Star, stirring up a cloud of dust.

When the dust settled, the Xihe sisters were astonished to find that Yang Gui was standing perfectly intact in the same spot, without having moved an inch.

By this time, they understood perfectly well that Yang Gui's strength far surpassed theirs.

The two sisters' expressions changed. "Who is this senior who has come to the Moon Star to toy with us?"

Yang Gui tossed the Taiyin Sword in his hand to Xihe and said, "I only came to take some laurel branches. Since you are the masters of this place, I can't just take them and leave."

After saying that, a drop of the Three Lights Divine Water flew out and landed at the base of the laurel tree.

As the Three Lights Divine Water fell, a small branch slowly began to grow from the spot where the laurel tree's branches had been cut off.

"The Divine Water of Three Lights!"

Xihe exclaimed in surprise.

One of the ten divine waters of the primordial era, capable of healing all wounds and diseases; something coveted by countless deities.

The person in front of me casually tossed out a drop, restoring the laurel tree to its original state.

Something that can save your life in a critical moment.

Yang Gui said, "In this way, it won't be long before the laurel tree recovers its original state, so it can be said that I didn't take it for nothing."

Xihe opened her mouth as if to say something, but Yang Gui had already disappeared into the Taiyin star.

"Big sister, this senior is too rude!" Chang Xi said, her face flushed and her anger rising.

Xihe's eyes turned slightly cold. "Being weak is our fault!"

As the goddess of the moon, Xihe was furious that others treated the moon like their own backyard, freely entering and leaving.

Unfortunately, my own strength is inferior to that of my opponent, so this is all I can do!

Anger took hold of Xihe's heart.

Ignoring the furious Xihe, Yang Gui went to the place where the stars were located, the place where the heavens circulate.

In the primordial starry sky.

The endless, primordial starry sky is filled with starlight.

Star spirits, born from the stars of the universe, radiate dazzling light.

These are the first generation of star gods in the primordial world.

Three hundred and sixty-five primary stars, fourteen thousand eight hundred secondary stars, and hundreds of millions of minor stars.

These make up the vast and primordial starry sky.

"The celestial constellations..."

Yang Gui murmured to himself.

Without the Hetu and Luoshu, it's unknown whether he could comprehend this primordial array by relying on the comprehension shared by his own body.

"The two of you cultivating among these stars is a rare opportunity."

Yang Gui said something to the Six-Eared Macaque beside him and the White Tiger, a strange beast at his feet, and then began to comprehend the workings of the primordial stars.

Upon hearing this, the Six-Eared Macaque dared not be negligent.

Previously, his master had passed on to him a technique called "The Demonic Scripture of Fighting Heaven and Earth" on the way. Now, amidst the starry sky, this technique seemed to be showing signs of breaking through.

Quickly sit cross-legged not far away.

The white tiger flew in the void, its huge eyes gazing westward, its aura surging.

"Why do I feel a sense of being summoned?"

While Yang Gui's twelve-petaled green lotus avatar was comprehending the stars in the primordial starry sky, a ripple appeared in the primordial land.

At some point, a legend began to circulate among the three races: birds, beasts, and scaled creatures.

The treasure trove of the Wu tribe on Mount Buzhou contained countless spiritual treasures, which were carelessly discarded.

The Wu tribe does not cultivate their primordial spirit and is therefore unable to use spiritual treasures. These spiritual treasures, which were carelessly discarded, have greatly tempted the three tribes.

The three races, who had been killed and driven away by the Witch Clan for countless years, abandoned their hatred from the previous kalpa and began to form an alliance due to old and new grudges.

They launched an attack on the territory of the Wu tribe, towards Buzhou Mountain.

Ancestral Witch Temple.

The twelve Ancestral Witches sat silently in the Ancestral Witch Hall, their faces grim.

After a long while, the Ancestral Witch Houtu slowly spoke, "Brother, the invasion of the three races must be orchestrated by other deities behind the scenes."

"Hmph!" The Ancestral Witch Zhurong snorted coldly, flames rising from his body. "These wretches, do they really think our Witch Clan is easy to mess with!"

The space around Dijiang's body distorted, and his voice was icy cold: "It is said among the three races that my Wu clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit, does not understand the will of heaven, and forcibly plunders countless spiritual treasures, keeping them but not using them; thus, we are unworthy of our position and unworthy to be descendants of Pangu."

"They are not even as good as the so-called true descendants of Pangu and the Three Pure Ones."

At this point, Dijiang's aura suddenly erupted.

"war!"

"Starting from Mount Buzhou, we established the Twelve Ancestral Witch Tribes and launched a military campaign to annihilate the three clans!"

"Let these so-called innate deities see clearly that the Witch Clan cannot be deceived! Who is the true descendant of Pangu!"

Dijiang's voice spread wider and wider.

The laws of space coursed through his body, yet his voice reached the ears of every member of the witch clan.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

A primordial killing intent surged, soaring straight into the sky.

Countless clouds were shattered into fragments by this fierce and malevolent energy.

The twelve ancestral witches each led their own tribes and began to disperse in all directions.

Establish your own tribe and slaughter three races!

The primordial land, which had been peaceful for hundreds of thousands of years, was once again engulfed in carnage.

The Sun Star.

Di Jun and Taiyi looked at the primordial world churning with murderous aura, and a smile appeared on their lips.

"Second brother, judging by the time, that grotto-heaven should be emerging soon."

"This is precisely the foundation for our grand ambitions!"

Taiyi felt a pang of pity. "Elder brother, with so many beings from the three races, can they possibly defeat the Witch Clan?"

These are the foundations of their future!

If they were all wiped out by these witch clans, it would be a huge loss.

Di Jun, however, was unconcerned. "Don't worry, I have already been secretly spreading the word among the three races. Now the strength of the three races is not what it used to be, and they are fully capable of going toe-to-toe with the Wu Clan."

"Besides, if the three clans hadn't been overwhelmed by the Witch Clan, how would we brothers have ended up in this situation?"

After returning from Zixiao Palace, Dijun felt something was wrong after being humiliated and beaten at Buzhou Mountain.

As a primordial deity, born from the sun star transformed from Pangu's eye, possessing top-grade primordial spiritual treasures like the Hetu and Luoshu, how could he not notice being secretly plotted against?

However, the sage is above, and his power is unfathomable.

He is currently only at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, so he can only hide himself for the time being and secretly plot.

The supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Hetu Luoshu, floated in Di Jun's palm, emitting a mysterious light.

"The secrets of the primordial world are concealed by that being. Are the results we've calculated true or false...?"

(End of this chapter)