Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

That's right, Taiyi has achieved enlightenment, and within an hour, he has taken that crucial step.

From then on, he stepped into another world, into a completely different level from before.

As the pressure of Taiyi's sainthood spread to the underworld, Zhurong, a pure ancestor witch, was at a loss. He only knew that someone had achieved sainthood, but he didn't know who the saint was.

The ancestor witch had no soul and could not comprehend the secrets of heaven.

However, Zhurong still had other ways. He grabbed with his big hand, time and space were twisted, and a great force emerged from his palm and grabbed a powerful person.

This powerful person was just a Daluo Jinxian, facing the unfathomable Zhurong, he had no ability to resist at all. In the blink of an eye, this powerful person fell into his palm.

"Tell me, who has achieved sainthood?"

The incident happened too suddenly, and everyone was shocked by the news of Taiyi's enlightenment. Zhurong's move caught everyone off guard.

No one could have imagined that Zhu Rong would be so rampant that he attacked the mighty of Pangu League in front of Hou Tu Niangniang in the Six Paths of Reincarnation Hall.

"Niangniang, save me!"

The mighty was terrified and shouted for help.

"Zhu Rong, you are so presumptuous!"

Hou Tu Niangniang's voice contained endless majesty. Seeing this scene, she was completely angry. The brother-sister relationship in the past could no longer allow Hou Tu Niangniang to continue to tolerate Zhu Rong.

If she compromised this time, all the mighty of Pangu League would be alienated from the Wu Clan. In the future, the Wu Clan would be isolated in the prehistoric world.

Even Hou Tu Niangniang could not afford such consequences.

Look at the four sects of Ren, Chan, Jie, and Fo. They have done so many immoral things that they don't even have a friend in the prehistoric world. It was okay when they were glorious, but once they fell into the abyss, there was no one to help them in times of trouble, but there were people who took advantage of their misfortunes all over the prehistoric world.

Zhu Rong felt that his whole body was imprisoned by an invisible force, which penetrated every part of his body. His life world was frozen, and the induction between Daluo Daoguo and him was directly cut off.

Then, he felt that his hands were empty, and the Pangu League powerhouse he had captured had escaped his control.

Zhu Rong's mind was blank, and a sad mood enveloped his heart. He looked at Hou Tu Niangniang, who was comforting the Pangu League powerhouse in a gentle voice, with disbelief in his eyes.

"Sister Hou Tu actually chose him!?"

Zhu Rong's heart was full of anger and unwillingness, and he could not accept such a result. His body began to tremble, and his eyes turned blood red, as if he was about to spit out fire.

"Sister Hou Tu, you actually attacked me for an outsider!"

Zhu Rong's voice echoed in the hall like thunder, and his anger almost overturned the entire underworld.

Hou Tu Niangniang's face was complicated, and her heart was full of pain and helplessness. She knew that her behavior would cause a rift in the relationship between her and Zhu Rong, but she had no choice.

Her patience was limited. Tolerance and respect are mutual. Even brothers may tolerate each other blindly.

"Do you know why the eldest brother is unwilling to return to the witch clan?"

Hou Tu Niangniang looked at Zhu Rong calmly and asked.

She decided to confront the other ancestors of witches. If this continues, the witch clan will be destroyed by them.

"Why?"

Zhu Rong was slightly startled at first, and then he said with a look of sudden enlightenment, "I know, it must be you who forced the eldest brother away. You want to be the only ruler of the ancestral witches, so you forced the eldest brother away."

Hou Tu Niangniang sighed softly. She knew that Zhu Rong had been blinded by anger and prejudice and could not look at the problem rationally.

"You are wrong! My eldest brother left because he wanted to prove his truth. He didn't want to be trapped in the quagmire of the Wu Clan anymore."

There was a trace of fatigue in the voice of the Queen Mother Hou Tu. "Originally, during the Wu-Ye Calamity, my eldest brother had a chance to become a saint. However, except for Brother Zhu Jiuyin, none of us could share his worries. His energy was all tied up in the Wu Clan. That's why he couldn't prove his truth."

Zhu Rong sneered. He didn't believe what the Queen Mother Hou Tu said: "Do you think I will believe your one-sided words?"

The Queen Mother Hou Tu ignored Zhu Rong and continued.

"Although our brothers and sisters have strong cultivation, we rely on our Pangu authentic status, arrogant, and look down on others. We don't take anyone except ourselves seriously. Many of us have pretended to obey my eldest brother's words and created countless troubles for the Wu Clan."

"Brother, do you still remember how my Wu Clan was split into twelve tribes?"

Zhu Rong's face changed. Of course he remembered. That was before the witch-demon catastrophe. The twelve of them had different opinions on how the witch clan would develop in the future. In the end, the twelve witch ancestors each led a part of the witch clan and formed twelve tribes.

People only know that the Three Pure Ones split up, so they think that the friendship between the Three Pure Ones is just a plastic one. However, the twelve witch ancestors also split up.

The twelve witch ancestors and the Three Pure Ones are very similar.

At the beginning, they advanced and retreated together, but when they gained a firm foothold, they parted ways for various reasons, until they killed each other and finally destroyed the world.

However, people often ignore the problems among the twelve witch ancestors. They only think that the brotherhood of the twelve witch ancestors is everlasting and they can die for others at any time.

There was a trace of sadness in the eyes of Hou Tu Niangniang, and her voice was low and powerful:

"We, the twelve witch ancestors, were once the pillars of the witch clan and the symbol of our unity. However, as time goes by, our unity is gradually eroded by personal ambitions and desires."

Zhu Rong's face became even uglier. He wanted to refute, but found that he had nothing to say. He knew that what Hou Tu Niangniang said was true. The rift between the twelve witch ancestors had existed long before the witch-lich calamity.

"After you were resurrected, each and every one of these things, is it because of your nature, or do you want to vent your grievances? I think you know it very well in your heart."

After speaking out her inner thoughts, Hou Tu Niangniang felt relieved.

She didn't want to think that the nine witch ancestors were so dark, but their various behaviors had proved that they were venting.

Once, Hou Tu Niangniang was their sister, but now, Hou Tu Niangniang has become the authentic spokesperson. This psychological gap is extremely huge.

The better Hou Tu Niangniang treated them, the more they felt that Hou Tu Niangniang sympathized with them.

In fact, the facts have always been there, but Hou Tu Niangniang was unwilling to think in that direction. Until Zhu Rong appeared in the Six Paths of Reincarnation Hall, and pressed her step by step in front of the powerful people of Pangu League, making her lose face.

Queen Hou Tu finally accepted this fact.

The feelings between the twelve witch ancestors were not as deep as others imagined. (End of this chapter)