The remaining eleven Ancestral Witches turned their expectant gazes toward Di Jiang. Wherever their Eldest Brother pointed, they would strike.
As long as there was a battle to be fought, they were content.
Di Jiang sensed the hunger for war radiating from his siblings and knew that a conflict was now unavoidable. He had to open the path for their campaign.
After a brief moment of silent calculation, he reached a decision.
As Houtu had cautioned, the Sun Star was best left alone for the time being. The strength of the Golden Crows was not to be underestimated; even a victory would likely come at a staggering cost.
Until the Yao Race was utterly swept from the board, moving against the Crows was unwise. Furthermore, it would be more prudent to wait until they had fully comprehended the Formation bestowed by their Father God.
A Formation gifted by Pangu himself was bound to be extraordinary. Once the Twelve Ancestral Witches mastered its use as a unified front, its power would be beyond human imagination.
With these considerations in mind, Di Jiang identified his target and spoke in a booming voice:
"We shall begin with the roots of Mount Buzhou. Our first objective is... West Kunlun!"
The command left some of the Witches slightly disappointed—their Eldest Brother had chosen not to strike the Sun Star after all. However, they found consolation in the fact that this was only the first step. Once the legacy of their Father was collected, the Sun Star's turn would inevitably come.
Both East and West Kunlun belonged to the tectonic veins of Mount Buzhou. One sat in the east and the other in the west, serving as the flanking supports for the celestial pillar. They were not far from the Pangu Temple.
Currently, the Sanqing's East Kunlun was already under their de facto control; seizing West Kunlun as well was a logical and strategic expansion.
The Ancestral Witches did not overthink it; they reached a unanimous agreement in an instant.
They did not care whose Dao Field West Kunlun happened to be. To them, the logic was simple: seize it.
Aside from the Sun overhead and the Dao Palace hidden within the Chaos, every corner of the world was within their reach. To the Wu Clan, there was no question of "daring"—only a question of "desire."
"Eldest Brother, since the target is only West Kunlun, why must we all march? Let the three of us go. We have slept for far too long; our bones are itching for a fight!"
Ju Mang stepped forward, a heroic laugh booming from his chest. Gonggong and Xi Zi nodded heavily beside him. The sentiment spoke directly to their hearts; they could not have agreed more.
"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you three trying to hog the fun for yourselves?" Qiang Liang interjected immediately. He had already prepared himself to embark on a bloody rampage at West Kunlun, only for these three to try and claim the entire mission.
Di Jiang shook his head and laughed. "So be it. The three of you shall go. The rest of us will remain behind to meditate upon the Magic Formation Father God has granted us!"
West Kunlun was the Dao Field of the Queen Mother of the West, the Head of the Female Immortals. Three Ancestral Witches were more than enough for the task.
"As you command, Eldest Brother!" the Witches shouted in unison, pressing the matter no further.
Immediately, Ju Mang, Gonggong, and Xi Zi returned to their respective tribes, hand-picking a host of warriors and setting off toward West Kunlun with a violent momentum.
They made no attempt to conceal their advance. Their Aura was a scorching tower of malevolence, followed by tens of thousands of Witches, including over a hundred Great Witches.
Across the Primordial Great Earth, desolate beasts were numerous, savage birds blotted out the sky, and ancient forests stood dense. The rivers and mountains were majestic, with waterfalls hanging like the Silver River of the Nine Heavens.
Wherever the Wu host passed, their Evil Qi pierced the clouds. Some of the Great Witches would simply open their mouths and inhale, reducing countless Yao beasts into a mist of blood to serve as "snacks" for the journey.
Like a swarm of locusts crossing the border, they advanced relentlessly toward West Kunlun.
This massive disturbance alerted the many great powers of the world. They watched as the three Ancestral Witches led their endless host toward the Western peaks.
Naturally, the Queen Mother of the West, residing within West Kunlun, was the first to detect the coming storm.
She stepped out from her Dao Field, standing halfway up the mountain, her face grim as she watched the billowing, aggressive Aura of the approaching Witches.
"Fellow Daoists, for what purpose do you bring such a host to my West Kunlun?"
The Queen Mother's Dao-sound was clear and limpid, ringing out across the sky to demand an explanation. In truth, her heart knew they came with no good intent; this was clearly no mere passing visit.
"Haha! No need for idle talk! We of the Wu Clan have taken a liking to West Kunlun. Pack your things and get out immediately!"
Gonggong's shout thundered through the air. Though they were still a vast distance away, his resonant voice pierced through the clouds, carrying a crushing pressure. Every living being upon West Kunlun trembled with terror, their hearts seized by a paralyzing chill.
"Fellow Daoists, this is my personal Dao Field. I ask you to turn back," the Queen Mother said with a solemn face. Behind her, the female immortals of her court had turned deathly pale.
The Ancestral Witches were closing in. That ferocious, malevolent Aura was beginning to suffocate them. Facing such creatures, the immortals found they lacked even the courage to raise a weapon.
"Haha! What a joke! West Kunlun sits adjacent to Mount Buzhou, and Mount Buzhou is the spine of our Father God. You occupied this place without ever seeking our permission!"
"Now, we are reclaiming what is ours. Do you have a problem with that?" Gonggong continued. He spoke with a sense of perfect internal logic, feeling no shred of impropriety. He spoke as if he were the one in the right.
This was not a deliberate attempt at a ruse; he truly believed the logic in his heart.
Following the manifestation of Pangu's Will, the Ancestral Witches felt more than ever that they were the sole descendants of the Great God Pangu—his most beloved children.
Therefore, they believed the entire Great Desolation belonged to them by birthright.
"Fellow Daoists... such a line of reasoning is surely inappropriate, is it not? The entire Honghuang World was transformed from the Great God Pangu. Does that mean the entire world belongs solely to your Wu Clan?"
The Queen Mother's face was dark. She spoke with a tight, strained voice. The Witches' sheer arrogance and lack of reason left her stifled. It was impossible to argue with these barbarians.
However, she knew her position was weak. With her current cultivation, she would struggle to hold her own against a single Ancestral Witch, let alone three—and there were twelve of them in total.
She tried to appeal to reason, hoping against hope.
But the Queen Mother had not yet grasped the fundamental truth: trying to reason with the Wu Clan was the most irrational thing one could do.
To the Witches, the only "reason" was the fist. Whoever's fist was harder possessed the truth.
"Haha! You are exactly right!" Gonggong nodded repeatedly, in full agreement. He hadn't even registered the sarcasm in her words.
"Stop wasting breath on her. She occupies our territory and then tries to argue her way out of it—she deserves a beating!"
Xi Zi spoke with impatience, his body already coiled to strike. He acted as if he were the one who had suffered a great injustice.
"I..."
The Queen Mother was stunned, her words catching in her throat. She found herself literally unable to speak. She was so incensed she felt dizzy, her chest heaving as her own turbulent Aura began to tear through the surrounding clouds.
Without another word, she manifested her Magic Treasure and launched an attack.
Even if she could not win this day, she would make the Wu Clan bleed. If for nothing else, she would do it to vent her own righteous fury!
"Hmph! You seek your own demise! We gave you a chance, yet you did not cherish it. You steal our things and then dare to turn violent?"
The three Ancestral Witches were enraged. They lunged forward to meet her, their peerless ferocity and Evil Qi shaking the heavens and the earth. The entire West Kunlun groaned under the pressure.
Supreme brute force and the raw power of the Laws were transformed into lethal combat arts, instantly submerging the Queen Mother.
"You all, leave now!" the Queen Mother shouted to her attendants. The Plain Off-White Cloud Flag in her hand erupted in a brilliant spectacle, illuminating the world and declaring that no Law could penetrate its defense.
her female immortals hesitated for a heartbeat before turning to flee. At their cultivation level, staying behind would only serve to hinder their mistress.
At that moment, the Great Witches led their tribes up the mountain. The entirety of West Kunlun was blanketed in a bloody mist, the air filled with the deafening roar of battle.
Rumble!
A catastrophic explosion rocked the peak. The Plain Off-White Cloud Flag was physically shattered by the combined brute force of the three Ancestral Witches. The Queen Mother was sent spiraling backward, her blood staining the Void Realm.