Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

That’s right, Taiyi attained enlightenment and took that crucial step within an hour.

From then on, he stepped into another world and entered a level completely different 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 become a saint, but he didn't know who the saint was.

The Ancestral Witch has no primordial spirit and cannot comprehend the mysteries of heaven.

However, Zhu Rong still had another way. He grabbed with his big hand, time and space were distorted, and a great force emerged from his palm, grabbing towards a powerful person.

This powerful person was only a Daluo Jinxian, and faced with the unfathomable Zhu Rong, he had no ability to resist. In the blink of an eye, this powerful person fell into his palm.

“Tell me, who has become holy?”

The incident happened too suddenly. Everyone was shocked by the news of Taiyi's enlightenment. Zhu Rong's move caught everyone off guard.

No one could have imagined that Zhu Rong would be so rampant that he would attack the powerful men of the Pangu Alliance in the Six Paths of Reincarnation Hall in front of the Queen Mother Hou Tu.

"My Lady, save me!"

This mighty man was terrified and cried out for help.

"Zhu Rong, you are so outrageous!"

The voice of the Queen Mother Hou Tu contained endless majesty. Seeing this scene, she was completely furious. The brother-sister relationship in the past could no longer allow the Queen Mother Hou Tu to continue to tolerate Zhu Rong.

If she compromised this time, all the powerful people in 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 cannot 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 single friend in the prehistoric world. It was OK when they were at their peak, but once they fell into the abyss, there was no one to help them out, but there were people everywhere who would take advantage of their misfortunes.

Zhu Rong only felt that his whole body was imprisoned by an invisible force. This force penetrated into every part of his body. His natal world was frozen, and the connection between him and Daluo Daoguo was directly cut off.

Then, he felt his hands were empty, and the powerful man from Pangu Alliance whom he had captured was out of his control.

Zhu Rong's mind was blank, and a feeling of sadness enveloped his heart. He looked at the goddess Hou Tu who was comforting the mighty Pangu League in a gentle voice, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Sister Hou Tu actually chose him!?"

Zhu Rong's heart was filled with anger and resentment, he could not accept such an outcome. His body began to tremble, and his eyes turned blood red, as if they were 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 expression was complicated, and her heart was filled with 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 is limited. Tolerance and respect are mutual. Even brothers and sisters may always tolerate each other.

"Do you know why my elder brother is unwilling to return to the Wu Clan?"

Queen Hou Tu looked at Zhu Rong calmly and asked.

She decided to confront the other witch ancestors. If this continued, the witch clan would be destroyed by them.

"why?"

Zhu Rong was startled for a moment, then he said with a look of sudden enlightenment, "I see, it must be you who forced my elder brother away. You wanted to become the only ruler of the Ancestral Witch, so you forced my elder brother away."

Hou Tu Niangniang sighed softly. She knew that Zhu Rong had been blinded by anger and prejudice and was unable to look at the problem rationally.

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

There was a hint of fatigue in the voice of Empress Hou Tu. "Originally, during the witch-demon calamity, my eldest brother had a chance to become a saint. However, apart from brother Zhu Jiuyin, none of us could help him. His energy was tied up in the witch clan. That's why he couldn't achieve enlightenment."

Zhu Rong sneered. He did not believe what Hou Tu Niangniang said: "Do you think I will believe your one-sided words?"

Hou Tu Niangniang ignored Zhu Rong and continued.

"Although we brothers and sisters have strong cultivation, we rely on our status as the authentic Pangu Sect to be arrogant and look down on others. We don't take anyone else seriously except ourselves. Many of us pretend to obey the eldest brother's words but secretly disobey him, causing countless troubles for the Wu Clan."

"Brother, do you still remember how our Wu clan was split into twelve tribes?"

Zhu Rong's face changed. Of course he remembered. That was before the witch-lich catastrophe. The twelve of them had different opinions on the future development of the witch clan. In the end, the twelve witch ancestors each led a part of the witch clan, forming twelve tribes.

The world only knows about the separation of the Three Pure Ones, and therefore believes that the friendship between the Three Pure Ones is just a fake one. However, the twelve witch ancestors also separated.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones are very similar.

At the beginning, they advance and retreat together, but once they have gained a firm foothold, they go their separate ways for various reasons, until they kill each other and finally destroy the world.

However, the world often overlooks the problems between the Twelve Ancestral Witches. They only think that the brotherhood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is eternal and they are willing to die for others at any time.

There was a trace of sadness in Hou Tu Niangniang's eyes, 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 went by, our unity was gradually eroded by our personal ambitions and desires."

Zhu Rong's expression 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 existed long before the witch-lich catastrophe.

"After you were resurrected, I think you know very well whether each of these things was caused by your nature or you wanted to vent your grievances."

After speaking her mind, Queen Hou Tu felt relieved.

She didn't want to think of the Nine Ancestral Witches as being so dark, but their actions had proved that they were just venting.

Once upon a time, Hou Tu Niangniang was their sister, but now, Hou Tu Niangniang has become the spokesperson for the underground. This psychological gap is extremely huge.

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

In fact, the truth had always been there, but the Queen Mother Hou Tu was unwilling to think about it. Until Zhu Rong appeared in the Six Paths of Reincarnation Hall, in front of the powerful men of the Pangu League, he pressed her step by step, making it difficult for her to get off the stage.

Hou Tu Niangniang finally accepted this fact.

The feelings among the twelve witch ancestors were not as deep as others imagined.