Volume 1: Three Clans Dominate the World, Great Calamity Rises; Chapter 41: Twelve Devil Gods' Banners

  The heavenly court was established, and the ancestral witch had left. The banquet had just begun, and the Taoist priests were drinking and chatting, feeling very happy. However, their conversation made Emperor Jun Taiyi very displeased. From the Three Pure Ones to the heavenly immortal Taoist priests, all the conversations revolved around Emperor Jiang, who should now be called Wu Di. As for the strength of the Wu tribe, they might not know, but Emperor Jiang's bravery in challenging three people at once was evident to all. Especially when it came to Emperor Jiang's demand for the throne, the Taoist priests were even more interested, with one person's power suppressing all the great abilities of the demon tribes, and their magical powers.

  Fuxi's temperament is calm and indifferent, but he can't be bothered to care about the words of cultivators. Now he only cares about his own sister, Nüwa, who has been silent since her battle with Emperor Jiang, her eyes somewhat dazed as if lost in thought.

  "Brother, you say Emperor Jiang is very despicable."

  Fuxi was about to go up and ask, when Nüwa turned her head and looked at him, suddenly asking such a question. Fuxi was somewhat puzzled, not knowing why his sister would have such a question, but thinking that Nüwa had always disliked Emperor Jiang, he couldn't help but feel relieved. He replied in agreement: "Yes, it's very detestable."

  Nüwa fell silent after hearing this and began to ponder again.

  Fuxi was bewildered.

  Zai shuo san qing, ye shi xing qu fei fan, zheng zai tan lun di jiang.

  Translation:

  Also saying Sanqing is extraordinary interest, and is discussing Di Jiang.

  "Emperor Jiang is a formidable opponent, it's no surprise we lost to him last time. He can take on three of us alone, that's a great skill." Tian Tian spoke up first, he had always had a good impression of Emperor Jiang, this feeling started from when Emperor Jiang let him take in San Xiao and the others, and never faded away.

  "Hmph, arrogant fools, occupying the Emperor's position, the two tribes will eventually erupt in a great war, and it's still uncertain whether they can survive this disaster." The original disagreed with Tong Tian's words, he was extremely disgusted with Emperor Jiang, especially since last time he even injured him. Thinking of his disciple being swallowed into his belly, a nameless fire would always rise up.

  The old man fell into deep thought and shook his head without speaking.

  Zhun Ti and Jie Yin also chat lightly.

  "That Emperor Jiang is indeed a good strategist, directly occupying one of the heavenly thrones and gaining great merit." Zhun Ti said with a hint of jealousy and a thread of admiration.

  "This person is not to be trifled with." The guide replied indifferently.

  Zhun Ti thought for a moment and continued: "He said that the thirty-third day will become a blessed land, shouldn't we make plans for the living beings in the Western world?"

  "It should be so." The guide nodded and added: "Just count the remaining twenty-three days of heaven."

  Zhun Ti nodded in agreement.

  But after Emperor Jiang and his twelve men left, Emperor Jiang did not let the other ancestral witches return to their tribe, but instead took them to Pangu Hall in the mountains of Buzhou.

  "Brother, what's the matter with bringing us here?" Gonggong asked impatiently.

  "Don't ask too much, just follow me and you'll know." Emperor Jiang replied. Gonggong didn't dare to ask again.

  As soon as the twelve people entered Pangu Hall, Xing Tian walked over and paid his respects to Zu Wu one by one.

  Di Jiang took a look at Xing Tian and saw that his actual strength had stabilized to the middle period of Daluo Jinxian, he was overjoyed in his heart and couldn't help but praise him, Xing Tian was very excited.

  Di Jiang led the ancestral witches into the Ancestral Witch Temple and ordered Xing Tian to guard outside.

  Entering the hall, looking at the puzzled expressions of the crowd, not speaking, closing his eyes and concentrating, suddenly a large array of virtual shadows appeared on the edge of space, with wailing ghosts and wolves howling in the array, just looking at it makes people feel terrified.

  Suddenly, the formation changed, and a large array disappeared. A giant man with an axe appeared, his eyes were deep and profound, emitting an aura that looked down on the world.

  "The Heavenly Father" and all the ancestors were shocked, and they all knelt down to worship.

  Di Jiang opened his eyes, and Da Han disappeared. The other ancestral witches were momentarily unclear, looking at Di Jiang in unison, hoping to get an answer.

  "The large formation in the void just now was derived from a ball of refined spiritual energy left behind by the Patriarch, and is called the Twelve Heavenly God-Killing Formation. The power of this formation can be amplified to the extreme, allowing it to recreate the physical body of the Patriarch, which is also the last image of the Patriarch that you saw. This time I brought you here specifically to practice this formation. And this formation can only be laid out by us twelve ancestral witch bloodlines."

  "We already know what our elder brother means. We will definitely practice well." At this time, the other ancestral witches were serious and said in unison.

  The Emperor smiled and felt relieved.

  "Don't worry, first each of you squeeze out a drop of your most precious blood for me. I will refine it into an array flag, and in the future, even if I'm alone, I can still set up this Heaven-Defying Great Array. Although its power won't be comparable to when we personally set it up, it's still a major trump card."

  Everyone heard it and didn't hesitate, immediately forcing out a drop of vital blood.

  The ancestral witch's blood is the legacy of Pangu, and it belongs to the pre-heavenly realm. Forcing out a single drop would greatly damage one's primordial energy. At this moment, all the ancestral witches had pale faces, including Emperor Jiang, who had achieved quasi-sainthood.

  The Emperor Jiang received the refined blood and didn't say much, immediately transmitting the array method of the Twelve Heavenly God-Killing Great Array to the other ancestral witches' minds, letting them comprehend it thoroughly. He then retreated to one side, summoning the Qiankun Ding, while taking out more than half of the pre-heavenly materials collected from the Dragon Clan and Qilin Clan in ancient times to start refining.

  Since he almost got blown up by his previous careless attempt at crafting the Invincible Brick, Emperor Jiang has been studying the art of equipment refinement and has made some progress. With his understanding of formation techniques, forging this set of banners was a breeze.

  Only to see a large pile of innate materials flying into the Qiankun Ding, the Qiankun Ding automatically generated an unnamed fire, which was refined and transformed. It is unknown how long it took, all the innate materials were refined into the source, divided into twelve groups according to their attributes, suspended in the Qiankun Ding. Emperor Jiang sensed one by one, seeing no flaws, only then did he take out twelve drops of Zu Wu's ancestral blood, carefully and cautiously merging them into each group.

  The essence of the blood merged into the innate material origin, instantly triggering a fierce reaction. Emperor Jiang dared not hesitate and immediately inscribed a ban on these origins, engraving the essence of the Twelve Heavenly God-Killing Array into them.

  Emperor Jiang kept repeating the same action, and the material source's ban became more and more, while slowly taking shape, turning into a flag-like shape, with a height of several people, on which were carved images of magic gods. Upon closer inspection, these images of magic gods turned out to be the second form of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

  In a flurry, a hundred years have passed. Only the sound of a sudden burst of noise came from the cauldron, and the flames suddenly went out. The twelve banners flew out one after another, surrounding Emperor Jiang's body and spinning around him.

  Emperor Jiang was overjoyed, finally mastering this set of banner formations. The banners seemed to be moving on their own, as if the demonic gods were about to jump out at any moment. Upon closer inspection, each face of the banner turned out to be a low-grade pre-heavenly spiritual treasure. Emperor Jiang's joy grew even greater, for pre-heavenly spiritual treasures would not lose any merit when used, unlike post-heavenly spiritual treasures which would lose some of their own merit with each use, depending on their power. This was because post-heavenly spiritual treasures were powerful yet unrecorded by the Heavenly Way, making them objects that defied heaven, and thus their users would be punished accordingly.

  "From now on, you will be called the Twelve Devil Gods." Emperor Jiang looked at the object in his hand and immediately gave them a name. Suddenly, the Heavenly Way was moved, and a piece of auspicious light descended, celebrating the birth of the Pre-Heavenly Spiritual Treasure. However, the Pangu Hall was transformed from Pangu's heart, so the Heavenly Way did not dare to extend to this place. The auspicious light only flashed on Mount Buzhou for an instant before disappearing.

  Di Jiang put away the Twelve Devilish God Banners into his Yuan Shen, and only then did he start to observe the situation around him. He saw that the other eleven Ancestral Witches were all breaking through to the Quasi-Saint realm in the Du Tian Shen Sha Great Array, which greatly delighted him.

  Another hundred years passed and the ancestral witches began to stir once more.

  Di Jiang smiled and said: "Have you already grasped the All Heaven God Slaying Great Array?"

  "I understand now."

  "Then let's rehearse first."

  Di Jiang finished speaking, and the twelve people flew out of Pangu Hall. A wave of spiritual power fluctuations emerged from Mount Buzhou, and the evil energy rushed to the sky. In a short while, it returned to calmness. Suddenly, a big man with an axe in his hand appeared.

  All the powerful beings felt a strong sense of oppression, were shocked and amazed, pinched their fingers to calculate, but had no clue.

  The three Qing opened their eyes in a trance, looking very bewildered on their faces. They all felt a familiar aura, but none of them knew what was going on.

  Thirty-three days later, in the Purple Mansion, Hong Jun Dao Zu suddenly opened his eyes, but then slowly closed them again.