Chapter 0095: The Twelve Ancestral Witches

On the Hengyuan Continent, almost all major and minor forces were heading toward the Kingdom of Lutong. Yet Mo Luo, the strongest warrior in the Imperial Palace of the Dragon Language Empire, rode his battle pet, the Golden Sacred DragonFiet, overseas.
The residence of the Dragon Clan, recognized as the strongest clan on the Hengyuan Continent, was located on an island overseas—Dragon Island.
“I never expected that yellow dragon to be the Divine Artisan. Moreover, he could even craft a divine pill like the Soul Purifying Pill,” Mo Luo said, his eyes gleaming as he stood atopFiet’s dragon body.
“Hmph! That yellow dragon has now revealed his identity as a Divine Artisan and is auctioning pills like the Soul Purifying Pill. It’s simply because he fears retaliation from our Dragon Clan, so he tries to win over allies this way,”Fiet said angrily, its eyes filled with wrath. As a Golden Sacred Dragon, it had never suffered such humiliation in thousands of years.
“Next time I return, I’ll make him pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold,”Fiet roared in fury.
“With the status of the Dragon Emperor, he probably won’t come at all,” Mo Luo frowned. Among the entire Dragon Clan, only the Dragon Emperor had the power to kill that yellow dragon.
By the time Mo Luo andFiet returned to Dragon Island, the yellow dragon was already crafting a magical artifact in his courtyard—the Twelve Heavenly King Flags of Darkness.
The Twelve Heavenly King Flags of Darkness could form the Twelve Heavenly Fiend Gods Formation!
In the Pangu World, the Twelve Heavenly Fiend Gods Formation was the most powerful formation among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, designed for slaughter. Its power was even slightly greater than that of the Heavenly Star Formation.
The yellow dragon summoned the Five Prisons Divine Cauldron, waved his hands to collect iron ore materials into it, and refined them continuously with the Triple Pure Flame. Then he chanted spells one after another.
After a long while, as a beam of light shot from the mouth of the cauldron, a flag slowly rose from it.
The flag was about the size of a palm, its surface resembling silk. The flagpole shone with black gold light, and the entire flag emitted a fiery glow. On it was a monstrous figure with a human face and an animal body, its ears adorned with fire snakes, riding atop two fire dragons—a terrifying sight.
This was one of the Twelve Heavenly King Flags of Darkness: the Fire Flag.
The monster on the Fire Flag was the true form of Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire.
Subsequently, the yellow dragon crafted the other eleven Heavenly King Flags one by one. By the time all twelve flags were completed, even his current cultivation level left him exhausted.
Looking at the twelve Heavenly King Flags of Darkness floating in the air, the yellow dragon nodded in satisfaction.
He had studied the battles between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan in the past. The power of the Twelve Heavenly Fiend Gods Formation and the Heavenly Star Formation was truly astonishing. Although these twelve flags were all top-tier magical artifacts, once deployed in the capital of the Kingdom of Lutong, no one below the peak of the Holy Realm would be able to break through them.

However, these twelve Du Tian Ming Wang Flags cannot be used yet. Huang Long placed the twelve Du Tian Ming Wang Flags into the Five Prison Divine Cauldron, put them on his fingers, and then rode the sky-blue python ox toward the borders of various countries. The Hengyuan Continent was not as peaceful as it seemed; occasionally, kingdoms and duchies would engage in battles at the borders. Now, Huang Long wanted these twelve Du Tian Ming Wang Flags to absorb enough death energy, resentment, combat energy, and killing energy so that they could operate automatically. Upon arriving at the border of one kingdom, Huang Long used his divine vision to scan the area for hundreds of miles. After stopping, he rode the sky-blue python ox northward. About two hundred miles further north, he saw two kingdoms at war below. Hundreds of thousands of warriors from both kingdoms shouted, screamed, and their resentment and killing intent filled an area of a hundred miles around. The sound of battles resounded through the air, and bloodshed filled the surroundings. These killing energy, resentment, and bloodstained air created a sinister aura in the area. At the center of the battlefield, Huang Long summoned the twelve Du Tian Ming Wang Flags from the Five Prison Divine Cauldron in his hands. With a wave of his arms, the flags flew high into the sky and began spinning, each emitting a dazzling light. Under the astonished gaze of the sky-blue python ox, the terrifying monsters on the flags seemed to come to life. They opened their mouths, absorbing waves of sinister energy into their bodies. “Master, what are these?” the sky-blue python ox asked in surprise. “The Twelve Ancestral Witches,” replied Huang Long. Seeing the ox’s confusion, he then recounted some stories about the ancient Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Pangu World. When the ox heard that the Witch of Spatial Speed could fly 280,000 miles with a single flap of her wings, and the Witch of Water, Gonggong, could control all water in the world and even topple the countless billions of miles tall Mount Zhou with a single strike, it was stunned. Mount Zhou—countless billions of miles tall! And it could be toppled with just one strike! What kind of power was that? The one who could fly 90,000 miles with a single flap of her wings—even the supreme god of the divine realm probably couldn’t be that fast! “Master, could these Twelve Ancestral Witches be the supreme god of the divine realm?” the sky-blue python ox asked in reverence. Huang Long hesitated for a moment before saying, “Probably.” He didn’t know the strength of the supreme god of this world, but he knew that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were equivalent to the Proto-Dragon, the ancestor of the dragon race. Huang Long looked at the twelve Du Tian Ming Wang Flags, which continued to absorb the sinister energy, then ordered the sky-blue python ox to stand guard nearby. He sat cross-legged in the center of the flags, channeling his magic to accelerate their absorption of sinister energy.

As Huang Long channeled his magic, streams of sinister energy flowed at a visible speed into the mouths of the twelve primal witches embodied in the Twelve Dark King Flags. Gradually, gusts of air whirled in the air, forming a vortex. Over time, the forms of the twelve primal witches became increasingly lifelike, roaring like thunder, and an unparalleled ferocity emanated from them, even causing the Tianqing Python Ox guarding nearby to retreat in fear. The forms of the twelve primal witches were like bottomless pits, with the flow of sinister energy intensifying. More than two hours later, they continued to gulp down the energy while letting out roaring sounds of excitement. The activities on Huang Long’s side alarmed a powerful practitioner of necromancy. Battlefields have always been the best places for practicing necromancy, favored by advanced necromancers. Pat was on his way there today to practice his necromancy when he saw someone daring to come to his territory to steal undead creatures. Filled with anger, he rushed forward, determined to see which reckless fool dared to challenge his authority. After all, the battlefields of the surrounding dozen kingdoms had always been his training grounds, and even necromancers knew to stay away. Today, he had encountered someone foolish enough to defy him! As he flew forward, he saw within a terrifying mass of sinister energy twelve powerful monsters roaring like thunder. What kind of undead were these? Their auras were so strange. As a powerful practitioner near the pinnacle of the Sacred Realm, Pat had never seen anyone able to summon such undead creatures. Although their auras weren’t extremely strong—each comparable to those of those at the beginning stage of the Sacred Realm—they carried a terrifying presence. It was as if they belonged to ancient demons. Pat glanced at Huang Long, who was seated among the twelve undead creatures, his eyes gleaming. However, he couldn’t discern Huang Long’s level of cultivation. Through the mist of sinister energy, what surprised him was that the person who summoned these twelve undead creatures had a surprisingly young appearance. Since the absorption of sinister energy had reached near saturation, the Dark King Flags disappeared, revealing only the forms of the twelve primal witches. Pat mistook them for some kind of undead creatures from the undead realm. “Hehe, these twelve undead creatures are not bad. Though they’re weak at the beginning stage of the Sacred Realm, their quality is high. This kid is really reckless, coming to my territory to steal undead. It seems like luck has favored me after all,” Pat sneered inwardly, a murderous intent arising in him.

The Sky Blue Python Ox used its skill to hide aside, and Pat was drawn to the true form of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so they didn’t notice for a moment. Seeing Pat charging forward, the Sky Blue Python Ox suddenly stood up.