"Moreover, you indeed dealt quite a blow to that proud Taiching Saint."
Thinking of this, Lady Ping Xin couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration in her heart.
After all, it was the Taiching Saint, leading The Three Pure Ones, who forced her to make a decision on the matter of the Witch Clan after her body transformed into the cycle of reincarnation.
She had been prepared to face The Three Pure Ones back then, but her older brother, out of deep love for her, made the decision for her.
Since then, there was no more Houtu Ancestor Witch, only Lady Ping Xin.
Otherwise, with her status as a Saint, coupled with the merit and fortune of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Taiching Saint might not have dared to scheme against the Witch Clan.
Of course, if that had been the case, all powers on the Primordial Continent would have avoided their sharp edge.
Just as Lady Ping Xin had thought, the three great powers of Primordial might have been reduced to two.
After all, the Demon Clan had a Saint at its helm, and so did the Witch Clan, while the Immortal Court had no Saint joining it, and could naturally not be considered on par with the Witch and Demon Clans.
By then, it would truly be the Demon Clan ruling the heavens, in charge of the Primordial Starry Sky and the Heavenly Realm.
The Witch Clan ruling the earth, with all the races on the Primordial Continent becoming the food of the Witch Clan.
Unfortunately, none of this came to pass.
Upon hearing Lady Ping Xin’s words, Di Jun incarnate looked distant, his expression somewhat melancholic.
"We Ancestor Witches can counter the Taiching Saint by invoking the apparition of the Father God wielding the Sky-opening Divine Axe."
"To invoke such a state of the Father God’s apparition, we Ancestor Witches had to pay a heavy price."
"We had to burn our entire essence blood, our bloodline, in order to completely suppress the Taiching Saint."
"Regrettably, just as I swung the final axe blow, I suddenly lost all consciousness and only now have I truly awakened. I know not what has become of that Taiching Laozi."
Di Jun incarnate looked doubtfully at Lady Ping Xin, as if inquiring.
Lady Ping Xin, upon hearing this mysterious Ancestor Witch speak, understood that the Father God’s arrival also blocked their consciousness.
She did not intend to conceal anything and directly told him everything that had happened after this mysterious Ancestor Witch lost consciousness.
The Pangu Father God came from the past into this time and space, and with one axe blow, severed the right leg of the Taiching Saint.
The Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun appeared, the Dao notably manifested, and only then did the Pangu Father God return to the past time and space.
Although Lady Ping Xin could not comprehend the laws of the Dao and sense the Dao, in the moment when the Dao appeared, every living being’s mind knew that it was indeed the Dao.
No creature at that time could resist the influence of that Daoist charm.
Through Lady Ping Xin’s words, Di Jun incarnate could sense her reverence and respect for the Pangu God.
At this moment, his face also could not help but fill with regret, and he said with some remorse, "Unfortunately, we could not witness the Father God."
For the Witch Clan, missing the Pangu God was a significant matter.
Lady Ping Xin looked at the Ancestor Witch before her, without a trace of doubt in her heart.
Suddenly, Lady Ping Xin realized that she still did not know how to address this Ancestor Witch.
Upon this realization, she did not hesitate to directly pose the question.
The incarnation of Di Jun said indifferently, "Since my birth, I left the Witch Clan and went to Buzhou Mountain to comprehend the aura of the Father God, in preparation for the Twelve Divine Slaughter."
"In the inherited memories deep within my soul, there is also no name for me."
"As of now, I still have no name."
He is an incarnation of Di Jun, and what he said was not untrue; indeed, there is no name for him in the inherited memories.
Regarding his identity as an incarnation, he did not plan to tell Lady Ping Xin.
Now that the incarnation is separate from the main body, even the Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun has not been able to detect their connection.
The more beings that know, the riskier it becomes.
As for whether or not to tell Lady Ping Xin when the other eleven Ancestor Witches awaken, Di Jun incarnate would not object.
However, according to the calculations of Di Jun’s main body, given the current state of the souls of the eleven Ancestor Witches, it would take a very long time for them to fully awaken.
In this calculation, he had already factored in the role played by the Netherworld.
Lady Ping Xin, upon hearing the words of this mysterious Ancestor Witch, was also taken aback.
But after a moment, Lady Ping Xin understood the implication behind the words of this Ancestor Witch.
Could it be that this Ancestor Witch before her is one created anew by her brothers using the drop of essence blood she left behind?
After all, she indeed sensed the aura of this Ancestor Witch’s bloodline, which, while different from her original bloodline, did indeed come from the same source.
Moreover, the Earth Law deep within his soul and bloodline could not be faked.
It was then that Lady Ping Xin noticed another thing – the purity of this Ancestor Witch’s aura.
His aura was not chaotic, not like one who became an Ancestor Witch after absorbing her essence blood.
She had not noticed before, but if her brothers had created a new being, all this would not be surprising.
At the same time, Houtu Ancestor Witch also thought of the birthplace of this mysterious Ancestor Witch.
Her brothers were not Nuwa Saint, not adept at creation, and could not possibly use a drop of their own essence blood to create an Ancestor Witch.