The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 226 - 172: Old Turtle Battles Ancestor Witch, Divine Evil Formation Appears

Chapter 226: Chapter 172: Old Turtle Battles Ancestor Witch, Divine Evil Formation Appears

The Ancestral Witch Hall is the sacred birthplace of the Witch Tribe; apart from members of the Witch Tribe, only Li Qingming and Li Qingquan have resided regularly in the Ancestral Witch Hall. This Old Turtle has an unclear origin; how could he possibly be received in such a sacred place?

Entering the village, one could see countless towering ancient trees, shrouding a vast area beneath them. Many precious fruits from the Primordial era could be witnessed firsthand here. The entire village was filled with a natural divine grace.

Perched upon those majestic ancient trees, one could clearly see quaint treehouses. Some were directly carved out into spacious hollows within the massive trunks. The beings coming in and out of these tree hollows included the robust-bodied Witch Tribe, as well as members of the Human Clan and Human Witches.

After about fifteen minutes, An Qi led the Old Turtle to the enormous wooden house at the center of the village, announcing, "Respected Ancestor Witches, the guest has been brought!"

"Alright, you may leave now!" A robust voice came from inside.

An Qi bowed in respect and said to the Old Turtle, "Honored elder, please come inside!"

As the Old Turtle stepped into the dim wooden house, he felt waves of chilling mana tightly locking onto him.

After a long look, Di Jiang spoke, "May I inquire which of the Four Seas you hail from and what pressing matter brings you to our Witch Tribe?"

The Old Turtle was actually unfazed by the imposing aura of the Twelve Ancestor Witches and chuckled, "I naturally come from the Primordial Four Seas! This time, my visit is to form an alliance with the Witch Tribe, to jointly attack the offensive Heavenly Court!"

"Oh? From what I know, the Four Seas are under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court. Could it be that your Dragon Clan is planning to defect from the Heavenly Court?" Zhu Jiuyin said sharply, his expression full of malice.

"Haha, that is old news! The respected Ancestor Witches are not aware. Just when Di Jun and Taiyi officiated the Heavenly Marriage, I personally led the assault that annihilated the original Dragon Clan of the Four Seas and claimed dominance over them! Now, figures like Aoguang and the other Four Seas Dragon Kings are nothing but lost dogs!" The Old Turtle’s eyes gleamed darkly as he burst out laughing.

The aura of the Twelve Ancestor Witches visibly fluctuated, and the hot-tempered Zhu Rong suddenly stood up from his massive chair, exclaiming, "Is that truly so?"

"Of course!" The Old Turtle nonchalantly leaned against the wall.

"Hahaha, even these two pitiful creatures have their days of defeat, delightful indeed!" Zhu Rong cheered, gripping the armrest.

"Prime Minister Turtle, how do you propose to ally with our Witch Tribe?" Di Jiang glanced at the overly excited Zhu Rong and cut to the chase.

The Old Turtle gave a sly smile and said, "As long as the respected Ancestor Witches can keep the Demon Race at bay from attacking my Four Seas for ten thousand years, my Four Seas Dragon Clan is confident in overthrowing the Demon Court. Once successful, my clan will not covet the Heavenly Court nor meddle with the Demon Race’s inland forces. We only request that the respected Ancestor Witches cede the water territories of the Primordial inland to our Four Seas forces! May I know what the respected Ancestor Witches think?"

Di Jiang pondered for a while, communicating with the other Ancestor Witches, then responded to the Old Turtle, "Fellow Daoist, this matter concerns the fate of our Witch Tribe, and we must consider it carefully! For now, please return to the Four Seas, and we will surely provide a decision within a hundred years."

The Old Turtle furrowed his brows, never expecting such a result from his personal involvement. Annoyed, his voice turned stern, "All it takes is a slight mobilization of your forces to deter the Demon Race. Such a simple matter, yet you hesitate and ponder for a hundred years, unable to make a decision. It seems your Witch Tribe truly lacks sincerity in forming an alliance with my Four Seas!"

Upon hearing this, the Twelve Ancestor Witches burst into fury, with Gonggong angrily shouting, "Huh? Old man, it was you who sought our Witch Tribe! Whether we agree or not is our business; do you really need to preach here?"

"What the hell do you count for? What right do you have to pontificate in our Witch Tribe! Don’t think we won’t scold you just because you’re old! Pah, what nonsense!" Naz’s hands crackled with arcs of electricity, ready to strike at any moment.

All the idle gossip and unbearable cursing pushed the Old Turtle to the brink of madness.

"Boom!"

Consumed by a torrent of rage, the Old Turtle could no longer suppress his towering fury. All thoughts of his master’s orders, forming an alliance, or destroying the Demon Race were cast aside. His only thought now was to annihilate the Twelve Ancestor Witches and destroy the Witch Tribe.

The Old Turtle, at the Late Sub-Saint stage, instantly released his overwhelming aura, filling the entire wooden house. The oppressive weight left the Twelve Ancestor Witches utterly stunned.

The Old Turtle coldly eyed the Twelve Ancestor Witches and said, "I have roamed the Primordial for countless years, and no one has dared to insult me like this. I thought you might still be useful, but now it seems you’re all just useless creatures pretending to be important! Today, I will exterminate your twelve Ancestor Witches!"

"Hmph, that’s some bold talk, but let’s see if you have the power to back it up!" Di Jiang retorted coldly, his blood boiling immensely. His Quasi-Saint Peak cultivation level was fully activated, and an ancient giant axe, unknown until then, was summoned, gleaming with a murky yellow radiance.

The other eleven Ancestor Witches also unleashed their Late Quasi-Saint cultivation levels, each holding various weapons, from whips to blades. These thirteen powerful presences directly blew the roof off the wooden house, and even the sturdy walls began to crack.

The gathered Witch Tribe members, shocked and bewildered, watched as thirteen figures rose from the wooden house. They couldn’t understand why this elderly newcomer, having just entered the village, would battle against the twelve esteemed Ancestor Witches.

"You youngsters, today you shall meet your Father God Pangu!" The Old Turtle’s expression turned ferociously dark, veins bulging on his hands as thick black fog rolled out from his eyes: "Mystic Turtle Handprint, Obliteration!"

The Old Turtle channeled his mana into his right arm, his calloused hand carrying an abyss-deep aura as it struck towards the twelve Ancestor Witches.

"Boom!"

The spiritual energy filling the sky seemed to freeze, centering around the Twelve Ancestor Witches. Within a space of several hundred yards, deep blue ice crystals began to form out of thin air. These ice crystals turned into deep blue handprints, interspersed within the black mist, drifting and pressing towards the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches seemed like they were trapped in a mire, their speed reduced to an infuriatingly slow pace. When the handprints touched the Twelve Ancestor Witches, they exploded violently and vanished into nothingness. The bodies of the Witches, tougher than crystal steel, were branded with traces of black marks, causing extreme pain.

Di Jiang’s expression changed, and he roared: "Activate the Mystical Skill!"

"Hum! Hum! Hum!"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches radiated a dull yellow halo; the rolling spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, like Jiao Dragons entering the sea, was absorbed into the bodies of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

"Break!" Di Jiang rotated the giant axe in his hand and fiercely chopped down on the blue handprints. Within moments, the handprints dissolved into nothingness.

Old Turtle’s expression was incomparably grim as he watched the Twelve Ancestor Witches’ actions, changing the movements of his hands. A deep blue jar magically appeared in front of Old Turtle. The frantic deep blue mana was crazily infused into the blue demon jar.

The light blue fluid stirred within the black mist, like tidal waves rolling towards the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

"Boom!"

Waves surged from within the jar, covering the sky and overwhelming the Twelve Ancestor Witches with layer upon layer of deep blue waves. The intense corrosive smell directly pierced through the void, the ferocious momentum nearly suffocating the Witches.

"Roar!"

Seeing the tidal surge, Gonggong, whose attribute was water, let out a sky-reaching roar and was the first to transform into the Ancestor Witch Body. Riding the Black Dragon, he plunged into the waves tainted with black qi.

The massive blue waves, under Gonggong’s maneuvering, transformed into streaks of the Power of Laws, forming a remarkably bright light screen, sealing off this piece of the void.

Gradually, the greatly enlarged shadow of Gonggong drifted out from above the light screen.

Old Turtle gave a sinister smile and said, "Freeze!"

The blue torrent suddenly stopped fluctuating, and Gonggong in the water was also forced to halt.

"Kill!" With a low shout from Old Turtle, the jar radiated intense blue light, illuminating the sky. The killing intent was vast, sweeping all directions as if it were the beginning of Heaven and Earth Creation when all things were just forming, and various forces of slaughter were immortal—rampaging between heaven and earth.

"Crack!"

The huge light screen suddenly shattered!

The eleven Ancestor Witches’ color changed dramatically—if this blue light penetrates the blue waves, then wouldn’t Gonggong inside die on the spot?

"Roar!"

The Ancestor Witches roared furiously, transforming into their true Ancestor Witch Bodies, electric arcs, lightning flashes, freezing rain... various Divine Skills, like a meteor shower, crazily bombarded the immobilized long river.

"Hahaha, stop wasting your efforts! It’s better to leave your lives behind!" Old Turtle’s face contorted, his overwhelming aura surging, as he once again infused mana into the jar.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the Heaven and Earth became hazy, all sorts of mists flowing, a ten-thousand-foot-long blue river, spanning the sky! The murderous intent emitted terrifying pressures, slashing out brilliant rays inherently, directly pressing down on the torrents and the eleven Ancestor Witches.

At this moment, the Heaven and Earth Taoist, who had not revealed himself till now, abruptly appeared high in the sky. His eyes were filled with madness as he loudly declared, "Dutian Godly Evil Formation, begin!"

No sooner had he spoken than he threw out twelve pitch-black great flags, scattering around the Twelve Ancestor Witches, including Gonggong.

Embroidered on the flags were images of the Twelve Ancestor Witches!

Some with human faces and bird bodies, others with beast heads and human bodies, all handling snakes and stepping on dragons, ceaselessly roving and roaring on the flags, vividly ferocious! With their giant mouths agape, struggling, charging, their blood-red eyes desiring to devour, captivating souls, seemingly about to break free from the flags!

These twelve great flags, upon appearing, brought with them skies full of sinister clouds. Above the Nine Heavens, sinister clouds rolled, pervading the Cangqiong, permeating the Universe! The Primordial Barabaric, desolate, simple, fiercely brutal aura of the Twelve Ancestor Witches rose from the flags, dense and viscous like a substance, pitch-black Dutian God Slaughter Qi with traces of blood, formed a sky-high, black-red column of Evil Qi, standing tall, directly from the flags reaching into the Primordial Starry Sky, impacting the Chaotic Void! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)