ATPnovel Chapter 17 The Attitude of the Three Clan Chiefs
Chapter 17 The Attitude of the Three Clan Chiefs
Dijiang stood on high ground, scanning the surroundings to confirm that no spies from the three clans were nearby, before speaking in a deep voice:
"That's about enough for today. This battlefield is finished; it's time to move on to the next one. Zhurong, Gonggong, hurry up."
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong dared not delay. They quickly gathered up the remaining corpses and returned to the group.
The thirteen people transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.
This scene has been going on for many years on the ancient land.
The battlefields of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans are scattered across the heavens and earth, and the thirteen people shuttle back and forth between these battlefields.
They never approach the battlefield where battles are taking place, always waiting until the fighting is over and the three races have retreated before they appear.
They were not greedy; they only collected the corpses of ordinary clansmen who had been abandoned, and never touched the corpses of the elites who had been taken away by the three clans.
They are secretive and discreet, and never clash with any other race.
Occasionally, patrol teams from the three races would pass by, but they would avoid them in advance, never revealing their whereabouts.
But there are no impervious walls in the world.
Over the years, they have collected more and more corpses and absorbed more and more malevolent energy, making it inevitable that their whereabouts will be noticed.
Some independent cultivators operating on the edge of the battlefield would occasionally see these thirteen figures appearing on the battlefield.
As the news spread, more and more people learned about it.
At first, some people thought that some reckless force was trying to profit from the war and take advantage of the chaos of the three-race war.
But when people found out the identities of the thirteen people, everyone fell silent.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were twelve terrifying beings formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, the Father God.
Their fame has been sung throughout the ancient land for countless years.
Although the Witch Clan is weak and has few members, the strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is something that no one can ignore.
As for the thirteenth person, the gentle young man protected by the twelve ancestral witches, no one knew his origins.
Some speculate that he was a disciple of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, while others speculate that he was a newly born Great Witch of the Witch Clan.
Some say he was just an ordinary junior who was brought out by the Twelve Ancestral Witches to broaden his horizons.
But in any case, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches protecting him, no one dared to test his strength.
After the news spread, the three clans of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin naturally learned about it.
Dragons.
The Dragon Palace of the East Sea stands majestically beneath the deep sea, a palace forged from coral and crystal.
The Dragon Clan Chief, Zulong, sat on his dragon throne, radiating a vast dragon aura.
"The Twelve Ancestral Witches?" The Ancestral Dragon's voice was deep and majestic, like an undercurrent in the deep sea. "Are they collecting the corpses of their fallen clansmen?"
A dragon scout knelt before the hall and respectfully said, "Reporting to the clan chief, it is indeed him."
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, accompanied by a young man of unknown origin, appeared on the edge of the battlefield between my clan and the Phoenix and Qilin clans.
They only collect the corpses of ordinary tribesmen who have been abandoned, never touching the bodies of the elites our tribe has taken away.
Zulong remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The Twelve Ancestral Witches... transformed from the essence and blood of Father God Pangu, are indeed not to be underestimated. Have they ever interfered with our clan's battles?"
The scout shook his head: "No. They only appear after our tribe has retreated, and they never interfere in the fighting."
Zu Long nodded slightly: "If that's the case, then there's no need to pay attention to it."
Now, our clan is in a standoff with the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan. This is a critical moment, and it is not advisable to make any more powerful enemies.
Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches are few in number, each of them is a top-tier expert. Forcing them into an adversarial position would only create more trouble.
He paused, then said, "Pass down the order: ignore those thirteen people."
As long as they do not interfere with our tribe's battles or touch the corpses of our elite soldiers, let them be.
The scout accepted the order and withdrew.
The First Emperor sat on his throne, his gaze deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.
Phoenix Clan.
In the Southern Ming Fire Domain, atop the sacred Wutong tree where all birds pay homage, the Phoenix Clan Chief Yuan Feng sits atop the canopy, his body engulfed in flames, his phoenix eyes gleaming with wisdom.
"The Twelve Ancestral Witches?" Yuan Feng's voice was clear and melodious like a phoenix's cry, carrying a hint of scrutiny. "What were they collecting those corpses for?"
The Phoenix Clan scout respectfully replied, "I don't know. We've only heard nothing since they took those corpses away."
In addition, they will absorb evil energy at the edge of the battlefield.
That malevolent energy, poisonous to ordinary creatures, seemed to be a great tonic to them.
Yuan Feng pondered for a moment, a glint of light flashing in her phoenix eyes: "The fact that the Witch Clan cultivates with baleful energy is not surprising."
As for those corpses... perhaps they served some special purpose. However—"
She paused, then said calmly, "The war between our clan and the Dragon and Qilin clans has reached a critical juncture, and it is not advisable to create unnecessary complications."
Since the Twelve Ancestral Witches neither interfered with our clan's battle nor touched the corpses of our clan's elites, we need not pay them any attention.
"Pass down the order: ignore those thirteen men."
The Phoenix Clan scouts accepted the order and withdrew.
Yuan Feng sat atop the sacred parasol tree, his gaze piercing through the Southern Ming Fire and looking towards the distant horizon.
The war between the three races has lasted for countless eons, and she vaguely senses that the turning point of this war may be approaching.
As for the thirteen people, let them be as they please, as long as they don't get in the way.
The Qilin Clan.
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, on the Qilin Cliff where all beasts pay homage, the Qilin Clan Chief, Shi Qilin, sits atop the cliff, radiating an imposing aura as heavy as a mountain.
"The Twelve Ancestral Witches?" The voice of the First Qilin was as steady as the earth, with a hint of contemplation.
"They too were born beneath Buzhou Mountain, so in a way, I have some connection with them. Did they do anything excessive in collecting those corpses?"
The Qilin clan scout shook his head: "No. They only collect the corpses of ordinary clansmen who were left behind, and never touch the bodies of the elites that our clan took away."
Moreover, they never interfered in the war and acted with extreme discretion.
The First Qilin nodded slightly: "The strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches should not be underestimated. Since they have not gone too far, there is no need to bother with them."
"Our war with the Dragon and Phoenix clans is at a critical juncture; it is not wise to make new enemies."
He paused, then added, "However, we still need to keep an eye on their movements. If they make any unusual moves, report it immediately."
The scout accepted the order and withdrew.
The First Qilin sat on Qilin Cliff, its gaze deep as it looked at the distant heavens and earth.
The three races fought for supremacy for countless eons, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, yet no victor was ever determined.
He had a vague feeling that the course of this war might change due to certain variables.
Could those thirteen figures wandering on the edge of the battlefield be the variable?
He didn't know. But at least for now, they hadn't shown any threat.
The patriarchs of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans did not issue any orders to stop the thirteen people's actions.
The reason is simple: the confrontation between the three races has reached a fever pitch.
No clan wants to offend a force with twelve top experts at this time.
Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not have many members, each of them was a terrifying existence at the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Such combat power was enough to change the course of any local war.
If the Twelve Ancestral Witches are forced to the opposite side, their joining any of the three races will disrupt the balance between them.
The consequences would be unimaginable at that point.
Moreover, those thirteen people did indeed keep a low profile, never interfering with the war, and only collecting the corpses of ordinary tribesmen who had been left behind.
These corpses were, to the three races, dispensable.
The bodies of the elite soldiers have already been taken away; as for the rest, they're just gone.
Rather than offending the Twelve Ancestral Witches over such trivial matters, it's better to turn a blind eye and let them be.
And so, this strange phenomenon continued across the primordial land.