In the prehistoric times, vicious plots were frequent, the ancestor witch advised me to calm down

While Dijiang was feeling the message coming from his mind, he slowly dripped the golden blood in his hand onto the blood cocoon.

"For some reason, I feel like the life within this blood-colored cocoon has a strong connection with us.

Just like the relationship between God the Father and us, it is extremely close."

Xuanming, as the only female among the remaining eleven ancestor witches, was extremely thoughtful and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Alas! I wish this bloody cocoon was truly the resurrection of Father God.

As long as Father God takes action, how could we possibly need to endure this bullshit?"

Ju Mang, who had a bird's body and a human face, and was as green as a bamboo, slowly retracted his wings. The power of the law of wood lingered around his body, but his tone was mixed with indignation.

The reason is simple. Each of the eleven ancestor witches present here is wrapped in the terrifying power of karmic fire.

This power was burning their bodies all the time, and even made the merit power that they were proud of dissipate completely, without even a trace left.

"Now that Yuanshi Tianmo has appeared, I don't know how the subsequent development of the prehistoric world will be..."

Gonggong, the ancestor of water, was unusually quiet, but his tone was tinged with helplessness and pain.

clack clack...

Just as the eleven ancient witches were communicating, three thousand strange tassels suddenly appeared on the blood-colored cocoon in front of them.

The runes in it are strange, but the power of the laws is extremely rich.

At this moment, the pupils of the eleven ancestor witches suddenly shrank, and there was a look of disbelief in their eyes.

"How is it possible that my Law of Wood has also appeared on this cocoon? Could it be that he has already comprehended my Law of Wood?"

"What the hell is this? My power of law has also appeared, and it seems to have been refined by his deduction."

"This is definitely the power of space. I wouldn't say that the power of space of my Space Ancestor Wu Dijiang is unique in the prehistoric world, but it is also extremely extraordinary!"

"Hiss... Could these three thousand tassels be the three thousand great ways?!

Could it be that the Father God is truly being nurtured within this? According to legend, the Father God comprehended the Three Thousand Great Daos and ultimately strengthened his own Litchi Great Dao, which is why he was able to create the world…"

Shebisi had green snakes hanging from his ears, a human face and a beast body, and ears like a dog, but he could not conceal the shock on his face. He also brought up an idea that had been weighing on his mind for a long time, which shocked the ancestor witches present and they could hardly say anything.

But at this moment, in the dark space, a series of vast and majestic sounds were inexplicably heard, and then returned to ordinary again, as if everything was an auditory hallucination.

"It's been ten thousand years since we last met. I wonder how you're all doing?!"

In an instant, the blood-colored cocoon shattered and turned into streams of light that quickly disappeared into the wilderness.

And from them walked out a figure wearing a black Taoist robe, with a calm face and fluorescent spots emerging from his body - Gu Chuan!

Seeing the figure in front of them, all the Ancestral Witches present couldn't help but take a deep breath. In an instant, the air in the entire Ancestral Witch Hall exploded and became almost void.

"Guchuan Zuwu, is it really you?!"

"This is out of the ordinary. Guchuan Zuwu, you are not dead. We have been sad for you for too long..."

"I was so scared! I actually thought Father God had resurrected!"

"No, Guchuan Zuwu, we witnessed you die in the boundless chaos with our own eyes. How did you come back to life?!"

……

The eleven ancient witches present had different expressions, but they were all shocked.

After all, they are no longer the ancient witches who fought against heaven and earth without any scruples in their minds.

After fighting with the saint, they have long understood how weak their own strength is, and also how great the saint is. But it is precisely because of this that they cannot accept the resurrection of Guchuan Zuwu!

"Why, don't you all want me to be resurrected?!"

Furukawa smiled faintly as he slowly walked out of the pool of blood beneath his feet.

However, the grandeur of his body and the fluorescent light that continued to spread out slowly dissipated at this moment, as if they had never appeared.

"Furukawa, why did your power disappear? It's like you're just an ordinary person..."

Xuanming Zuwu, who was closest to Guchuan, noticed something was wrong with him at the first moment and couldn't help but ask.

"Gu Chuan, are you too busy cultivating because of the resurrection of your power? Don't worry, we still have a lot of spiritual treasures and spiritual roots in our warehouse. Feel free to use them if you like them!"

Dijiang patted his chest so hard that it made a buzzing sound, and his words were full of worry.

"No, I'm retracing my path of cultivation. Everything I did in the past was too superficial. If I want to reach a higher level, I must break free from the previous constraints."

As Guchuan spoke, he quietly walked out of Pangu Hall.

But at this moment, the twelve groups of ancient witches who had just shown their joy suddenly became anxious.

"Guchuan, you can't go out. Patriarch Hongjun is looking for you now. Once you leave, this place will definitely be wiped out by him..."

Dijiang quickly grabbed Guchuan, with a pleading look in his eyes.

It’s not that he, the ancestor witch, is indecisive, but that he has no choice.

Because although the current witch clan cannot be said to be unable to recover, it is in an extremely embarrassing situation.

Because there were no strong people to come forward, the Witch Clan naturally had no way to deal with the many major events in the ancient times.

But if Guchuan came forward, he would definitely be able to settle these matters, and even let the Wu clan return to its peak again, and there is hope that they can even reach a higher level.

By that time, these ancient witches would no longer need to stay here. They could rely on the terrifying power of their own luck to fight against the karma bestowed by heaven.

"Haha, everyone, don't worry. In this prehistoric world, disasters are unpredictable. Staying here is actually a good way to protect yourself!"

Furukawa smiled calmly.

Di Jiang nodded as if he understood, but before he could say anything, he felt his hand lighten, and then Gu Chuan in front of him disappeared.

"Huh??? Didn't they say they were rebuilding it? Why is Guchuan's ancestor witch still so powerful?!"

Looking at the red marks on his hands, Dijiang showed a look of shock on his face.

But the other ancient witches didn't notice this scene at all. Instead, they closed their eyes and thought.

“Disaster is generated?!

What kind of disaster could this prehistoric world hold? Could it be something that will befall our Wu Clan and the Human Race?!"

"I still can't figure it out. When I get a chance, I'll ask my little sister!"

"By the way, why didn't any strange phenomena appear after Guchuan Zuwu was resurrected?"

"What realm has Guchuan Zuwu reached now? Why does it feel so bottomless..."