Chapter 1722: Rahu's Trace
After giving instructions for a while, he immediately sent a message to call the ancestor witch Qiang Yi.

Dong Dong Dong...!
Qiang Yi walked into Taiwu Cave Heaven with heavy steps.

"Your Highness!"

"Get up." Zhang Qian nodded. "What are the Twelve Ancestral Witches doing now? Are they still keeping an eye on Wan Wuyi?"

"Indeed, after Wan Wuyi offered sacrifices to the heavens and established his Dao at Mount Qingqiu, he swept across billions of miles of the surrounding territory. No one knows what his next move will be. The Wu Clan is now on alert and is even preparing for war. If it weren't for Di Jiang's suppression, the war would have started long ago."

"Is that so?"

Zhang Qian thought for a while and was about to continue speaking when Qiang Yi's face suddenly changed. "My Lord, Di Jiang sent a message asking me to go to Pangu Temple immediately. He said he has something important to discuss!"

"Ok?"

Zhang Qian was stunned, then stood up and said, "Then you should quickly go to Pangu Temple. Emperor Jiang should have made an important decision. I will contact you at any time!"

After Qiang Yi left, Zhang Qian was not in a hurry to refine the Zhoutian Star Banner, but instead kept an eye on Qiang Yi's movements through the Nine Revolutions Profound Art.

He could also see everything that Qiang Yi saw, clearly.

After Qiang Yi came out of Taiwu Mountain, ten black holes appeared above his head, sucking in the air with terrifying force and stirring up the void. His figure flashed and he moved towards the direction of Pangu Temple at an incredibly fast speed.

This was what Qiang Yi did after he had comprehended the Law of Devouring to the extreme. He used the Law of Devouring to distort the void and let the power of the void propel himself forward. This was very similar to Chi Ao's method of flying.

In just three days, Qiangyi flew across countless light years and arrived at the Pangu Temple to the east of Mount Buzhou.

When he saw Pangu Temple again, Zhang Qian couldn't help but exclaimed, because he found that Pangu Temple was different at this moment. Before, this temple only looked ancient and desolate, and there was nothing surprising about it from the outside.

However, this temple is now shrouded in the unparalleled rich Pangu legacy, which is vague and ethereal, seemingly real and unreal, like billions of flowing air currents.

Each airflow looks erratic, but is actually extremely heavy, because the void around each airflow becomes distorted, and the void becomes chaotic as it flows, emitting a rumbling sound like muffled thunder.

The source of these billions of air currents is the nearby Buzhou Sacred Mountain. The endless flow of Pangu’s legacy floats out from Buzhou Mountain and is infused into the Pangu Temple.

Apparently, a group of ancient witches were passing through the Pangu Temple, frantically drawing on Pangu's legacy from Mount Buzhou to create the witch clan.

When Qiang Yiluo got close to Pangu Temple, the ancient witch Zhu Rong who was waiting there came up to greet him, laughed several times and said, "Brother, you summoned us to fight against Wan Wuyi's side sect. In my opinion, you should have started a war long ago. Wan Wuyi is so arrogant, he should be severely punished to let him know who is the boss in the prehistoric world!"

Zhu Rong was still as arrogant as ever.

"Zhu Rong, stop bragging here. It would be great if Wan Wuyi was so easy to deal with. Didn't you see that even Hong Jun couldn't do anything to him?"

At this moment, the ancestor of witches Gonggong landed and started arguing with Zhurong without any politeness.

"What a joke! Hongjun has lost his power now, and I heard that his path has been ruined. Even if my witch clan faces him, we can suppress him. Then Wanwuyi can roam the prehistoric world with his illusory means without a physical body. If we, the witch ancestors, set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation and condense the true form of the Father God, it will only take one axe to kill him!"

"That's true!"

Gonggong nodded in agreement.

Since the witch clan obtained the Twelve Celestial Gods and Demons Formation, they have been full of confidence. The witch ancestors have carefully comprehended this peerless formation and practiced it countless times in the Pangu Temple, and have already mastered it. They even practiced Pangu's true body by condensing Pangu's true form, and the physical body of each witch ancestor has made great progress.

Because when Pangu's true form was condensed, Pangu's pressure enveloped all the ancestor witches, allowing them to activate Pangu's true body many times faster than usual, and the speed of cultivation was also increased countless times.

The first time they used the Twelve Celestial Gods and Demons Formation, the Thirteen Ancestral Witches could only barely condense Pangu's shadow, and could not condense Pangu's true form at all. But now they can barely condense Pangu's true form. This is a huge improvement, and it also makes the power of the Twelve Celestial Gods and Demons Formation even more terrifying.

After a while, the ancestor witches arrived one by one and gathered in front of Pangu Temple. When everyone was present, Pangu Temple suddenly opened and Dijiang's voice rang out from inside the temple.

"Come in, and don't make any noise. We have distinguished guests coming today!"

"Dignified guest?"

As soon as Di Jiang finished speaking, Zhang Qian, who heard this through Qiang Yi, became interested. The person who could be called a distinguished guest by Di Jiang was obviously not an ordinary person. These ancient witches were so arrogant that they always regarded themselves as the masters of the prehistoric world. Very few people could catch their eyes.

The other ancestor witches were also very curious. When they entered the Pangu Temple, they saw two figures standing in the mist. One of them was the ancestor witch Dijiang, while the other was shrouded in dark clouds and his face could not be seen clearly.

"My Lord! This is demonic energy!"

Qiang Yi suddenly sent a message to Zhang Qian, and he discovered that the figure shrouded in black mist was emitting a terrifying demonic aura. The black mist was actually the manifestation of extremely condensed demonic aura.

"Is it Di Jun? No, it's not him!"

Zhang Qian looked through Qiang Yi's perspective. Even though the man was shrouded in endless demonic energy, he could still tell that the other person was not Di Jun. His figure and temperament were neither like Di Jun.

This person stood there, like the origin of the devil, like the source of demonic energy. A demonic aura swept out, ready to destroy all living things. It was very different from Di Jun's aura.

"who!"

"Who are you!"

"Brother, who is this person?"

Seeing the black shadow next to Dijiang, all the ancestor witches spoke up, and most of them had bad tones. It was because the demonic intent of this man was too obvious, and it was obvious at a glance that he was a giant of the demonic way!
The Witch Clan has no good feelings towards those in the Demonic Path. They have always regarded themselves as the masters of the prehistoric world, but the Demon Ancestor Luohou blew up his own demon body and destroyed the western land. The Witch Clan, who regards the entire prehistoric world as their own territory, naturally hates Luohou and the demonic path he created.

"Okay, stop making noise, he is a distinguished guest of my Wu clan!"

Dijiang waved his hand, then turned to the man and said, "Sir Luohou, do you want to continue hiding your head and showing your tail?"

"Hahahaha!"

Luohou laughed loudly towards the sky, and the devilish sound rolled and echoed in Pangu Temple.

"what!"

"Rahu, you are Rahu! You thief!"

"Good devil, you blew up your own devil body, destroyed the western land, and polluted the world created by Father God. You dare to come to our holy land? Come and die!"

The ancient witches, led by Zhurong, were furious and shouted and glared at Luohou.

"Brother, what is going on? Why do you call this devil a distinguished guest?"

Hou Tu was still relatively calm, but she did not understand what Di Jiang was doing.

Zhang Qian, who saw this scene through Qiang Yi, widened his eyes and was filled with shock. It was Luo Hou. This ancestor of the magic path had never appeared in front of people since he returned to the prehistoric world. He only found Di Jun and led him into the magic path, and then disappeared. Now he actually appeared in the Wu clan, and in the Pangu Temple, the holy land of the Wu clan, and was called a distinguished guest by Di Jiang!
(End of this chapter)