Honghuang: Am I Di Jiang? I'll Never Establish the Witch Tribe!

Jiang Di accidentally hit his head and transmigrated into the primordial world with a mysterious little jade disc, becoming Di Jiang, leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, still gestating in Pangu Hall.

Knowing the course of the primordial world all too well, he understood that the Ancestral Witches were born tainted by turbid qi. They could not cultivate their primordial spirits or comprehend the workings of fate, and would ultimately become cannon fodder in the Witch-Demon Tribulation, meeting a miserable end in the twilight of the gods, their lives and paths cut short.

Fortunately, the mysterious jade disc could perfectly convert the turbid qi of creation and the baleful qi of the earth into the purest innate spiritual energy!

“Turbid qi contaminates the primordial spirit and cuts off the foundation of the Great Dao?”

“Then I’ll purify all the turbid qi in this hall!”

And so, Di Jiang frantically activated the jade disc, taking his eleven younger siblings, still sealed inside their blood cocoons, onto an against-heaven path of cultivating both the physical body and the primordial spirit before they had even taken form.

Thinking of the coming Witch-Demon Tribulation, Di Jiang gave a cold laugh and flipped the table:

“Why establish the Witch Clan? Why be cannon fodder in a tribulation?”

The Three Pure Ones claimed they were the true Pangu Orthodox Lineage?

“We are formed from Pangu’s blood essence. Born with mastery over a law, we possess both primordial spirits and physical bodies. We are the true Pangu Orthodox Lineage!”

Many years later.

Hongjun gazed at the twelve terrifying figures towering above the Heavenly Court, their bodies having achieved sainthood and their primordial spirits having attained the Primordial Unity, and fell into deep contemplation. How had the great trend of Heaven’s Dao… changed so damn completely?!

Without the Witch Clan, what would happen to the tribulations?