Honghuang: Am I Di Jiang? Never Establish a Witch Clan!

Jiang Di unexpectedly knelt down and traveled across the wilderness with a mysterious jade plate, becoming Di Jiang, the head of the twelve ancestral witches still being nurtured in Pangu Palace. He is familiar with the general trend of the ancient times and knows that the ancestral witches are born with turbid air, do not cultivate their souls, and do not know how to count. In the end, they can only become cannon fodder for the lich to calamity, and end up with the tragic end of the Ragnarok and the death of their bodies and spirits. Fortunately, the mysterious jade plate can perfectly transform the turbid air of the sky and the evil energy of the earth into the purest innate spiritual energy! "The turbid air pollutes the soul and cuts off the foundation of the avenue?" "Then I will purify the turbid air in this palace!" As a result, Di Jiang frantically activated the jade plate, and with his eleven younger brothers and sisters who were still in the blood cocoons, they embarked on the heaven-defying path of cultivating both the physical body and the soul before they transformed. Thinking of the Lich calamity in the future, Di Jiang sneered and flipped the table: "What kind of witch clan do you want to build? Why do you want to be used as cannon fodder?" Sanqing said they are the authentic Pangu sect? "We are transformed by Pangu's essence and blood. We are born to master one law. We have complete soul and body. We are the true Pangu sect!" Many years later. Hongjun looked at the twelve terrifying figures that towered over the heavens, their bodies were sanctified, and their souls realized the Hunyuan, and he fell into deep contemplation: How could this general trend of heaven... Have changed at all? ! Without the Wu clan, what would happen to the calamity?