217: Chapter 217 Farewell to the Ancestral Witch, the Miserable Days of the King of Hell

Inside the Yama Hall, the ten Ancestral Witches were hard at work. Beside them floated copies of the book of life and death, identical to the one Hongyun possessed, stacked like mountains.

Zhurong complained with an irritable expression while correcting the book of life and death: "The Witch-Demon Calamity has just begun, so why have so many people died in the Primordial World? How on earth are the Three Pure Ones managing the Primordial World?! They have left me with no time to Cultivate at all!!"

The nine other Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, exactly. I haven't closed my eyes in twenty thousand years."

"If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely beat up the Three Pure Ones!!"

"That is right, beat them up! Beat them hard!"

The hall was filled with resentment. The fierce Aura that the ten Ancestral Witches once used to shake the Primordial World had now turned into deep resentment towards the mountain of public affairs.

At this moment, Shi Yan had arrived at the entrance of the Yama Hall.

Feeling the endless resentment emanating from within the hall, he paused his footsteps.

"The resentment is so great… Should I perhaps not disturb them?" Shi Yan muttered to himself at the door.

But upon second thought, the Witch-Demon Calamity had already begun, and they would only get busier in the future. He took a deep breath, slowly pushed open the hall doors, and walked in.

The moment he stepped into the hall, an overwhelming wave of resentment rushed towards him like a tsunami. Without the barrier of the doors, it was enough to drown a person.

"Uh… is the work really this much?" A hint of regret appeared on Shi Yan's face, and he thought to himself: 'If I had known, I should have gone to find Houtu and let her relay the message to them instead.'

Unfortunately, it was too late to regret it now. Because… the ten Ancestral Witches had noticed him simultaneously.

Dijiang, who was the fastest, abruptly put down the book of life and death in his hand. With a leap through space, he appeared directly in front of Shi Yan, his eyes shining terrifyingly bright: "Heavenly Emperor! You have come to find us because there is something important, right!!"

"Is there something important you need us for!!" Dijiang asked twice in succession, his eyes full of anticipation, clearly wanting Shi Yan to take him away from this sea of misery immediately.

"Uh…" Feeling Dijiang's overly enthusiastic gaze, Shi Yan subconsciously wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead and said awkwardly: "I do indeed have something to discuss with you all…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Dijiang's eyes lit up instantly: "Really!"

Just as Dijiang was about to continue questioning, nine burly figures holding the book of life and death suddenly appeared behind him.

Xuanming rubbed her hands together and smiled with a sinister tone: "Big Brother, where are you planning to take the Heavenly Emperor??"

"That is right, dumping all the tasks on us brothers while you run off to enjoy yourself?"

Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin was reviewing memorials while wrapping his arm around Dijiang's neck, looking at him with a half-smile.

Feeling the chill, heatwaves, and wind and rain from behind him, Dijiang felt a bit awkward.

Although he felt a tinge of guilt towards his brothers, he still braced himself on the surface: "Well, this is so I wouldn't keep the Heavenly Emperor waiting! As such a responsible elder brother, how could I leave you all behind?!"

"You all agree, right?" As he spoke, his eyes widened, and silver specks of light flashed within them as he looked at the other Ancestral Witches with special effects.

The nine Ancestral Witches ignored him completely and walked straight to Shi Yan, bowing in unison: "Greetings, Heavenly Emperor!"

Shi Yan gave a soft hum, quickly adjusted his state, and got straight to the point: "Ancestral Witches, I have come here today regarding the Witch-Demon Calamity."

As soon as the words "Witch-Demon Calamity" were spoken, the Aura of the ten Ancestral Witches changed instantly, and their expressions tightened simultaneously. The thick resentment in the hall actually diminished significantly at this moment.

Dijiang, having recovered the Aura of the Witch Clan Clan Chief, was the first to speak: "Heavenly Emperor, please speak!"

Zhurong also echoed: "As long as it is something the Witch Clan can help with, Heavenly Emperor, please just say it!"

Thereupon, Shi Yan repeated everything he had told Hongyun in detail to the ten Ancestral Witches—including the Human Race's decision to confront the Heavenly Dao head-on during this Witch-Demon Calamity, the secret gathering of the Primordial Spirit, and the plan to use the Twelve Capital Divine Array to protect the Mortal territories.

After hearing this, the ten Ancestral Witches' reactions were the exact opposite of Hongyun's solemnity. As Ancestral Witches who did not respect the Heavenly Dao but only respected Pangu, they were so excited that they could hardly contain themselves, and Battle Intent instantly flooded their brains.

"Hahahaha!!!"

"Father God bless, Father God bless! How many years has it been? Finally, I can have a fight!"

"Heavenly Emperor, if you are looking for a fight, you have come to the right people!"

"Finally, there is a chance to leave the Netherworld and have a good fight!! I have long been displeased with the Heavenly Dao!"

"Daring to plot against our clan, we will tear down Zixiao Palace!"

Clearly, the various schemes of the Heavenly Dao during the Witch-Demon Calamity were still deeply remembered by the Ancestral Witches. Hearing that they could confront the Heavenly Dao head-on, each of them was eager to act, wishing they could kill their way out of the Netherworld immediately.

Shi Yan watched the ten excited Ancestral Witches, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, thinking to himself that the Witch Clan was indeed still of this temperament…

He pondered for a moment and suddenly asked: "Everyone, at the end of the Witch-Demon Calamity, how much power can the Pangus True Body summoned by the Twelve Capital Divine Array exert?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn.

Dijiang replied in a deep voice: "Relying solely on our current blood and Qi strength, we should be able to reach the fifth level of the Nine Heavens of Hunyuan. But if we can add the blessing of the Luck of the Earthly Dao, we can steadily reach the seventh level of the Nine Heavens of Hunyuan."

At this time, Xuanming stepped forward, her voice, rough yet detailed, carrying a hint of excitement: "Little sister is also close to reaching the Hunyuan realm."

"Once little sister succeeds in reaching Hunyuan, she will be able to give birth to a Primordial Spirit and can also receive the blessing of a Saint of the Earthly Dao. By then, she will be able to mobilize even more Luck of the Earthly Dao. The Father God's True Body should be able to reach the ninth level of the Nine Heavens of Hunyuan!"

"The ninth level of the Nine Heavens of Hunyuan, huh…" Shi Yan nodded slightly, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes, thinking to himself: 'A Pangus True Body at the ninth level of the Nine Heavens of Hunyuan with special effectiveness against the Heavenly Dao, if combined with the three treasures of opening the sky… I wonder if it can split the Heavenly Dao?'

This thought flashed by, and Shi Yan did not say much, only bowing solemnly: "This matter is of vital importance to the Human Dao, and I hope all Ancestral Witches will be prepared at all times."

"The Heavenly Emperor can rest assured!" The ten Ancestral Witches replied in unison, their voices causing the great hall to tremble slightly.

With the matter settled, Shi Yan prepared to say goodbye and leave.

However, just as he was about to bid farewell, Dijiang suddenly changed back to his previous urgent appearance, looking at Shi Yan with sparkling eyes, his tone filled with an obvious request: "Heavenly Emperor, you should… still have other things to do, right?"

He really did not want to! Not want to! Not want to! Continue handling official business anymore, ahhhhh!

As he spoke, he quietly used his space power to push the nine brothers behind him, his expression practically saying "Take me away quickly, I am really about to be driven crazy."

Zhurong, Xuanming, and the others saw this and glared at him in unison. Xuanming smiled again with a body full of cold air: "Big Brother, are you trying to desert your post again?"

Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin slowly rotated the power of time, with a half-smile: "Big Brother, official business is important…"

Ancestor Tianwu also shrouded Dijiang's entire body with gale winds, his voice indifferent: "Do not think about abandoning your post."

Besides these, Dijiang's legs were also restrained by the vines of Ancestral Witch Ju Mang, limiting his movement.

Dijiang immediately looked bitter, yet he still stared longingly at Shi Yan, as if he had grabbed the last straw of hope.

Shi Yan couldn't help but laugh at this scene. He shook his head and patted Dijiang on the shoulder: "Ancestral Witch Dijiang, as the orthodox descendant of Pangu, you should protect the order of the Primordial World. Work hard, the Witch-Demon Calamity will pass soon."

After speaking, he did not give Dijiang a chance to continue "playing the victim," and casually tore open a space rift, stepping away.

In the hall, Dijiang was left with a sigh, along with the schadenfreude laughter of the other nine Ancestral Witches.

"Sigh… Heavenly Emperor, you left too quickly…"

Looking at Shi Yan's departing back, Dijiang picked up the book of life and death again and muttered: "If I had known, I would have absorbed more turbid Qi when I was born…"

He now envied that fool who bumped into Buzhou Mountain.

Zhurong gloated on the side: "Big Brother, rest assured and work! When it is time to fight the Heavenly Dao, we will have a good time again!"