Heaven-Defying Rebel Sage-Chapter 32 - The 12 Ancestral Witches Reappear in the

“What do you think I, Kong Xuan, am!” With that, Kong Xuan finally dismissed the formation, furiously bringing forth the Five-Colored Divine Light.

Zhu Rong exclaimed, “This little peacock is quite powerful, having mastered this Innate Five Elements secret technique so thoroughly!”

Shebishi pondered for a moment and said, “We have just escaped our bindings and our Mana is still difficult to recover, it will take some time, and fighting people right away might not be wise.”

Zhu Rong retorted, “Who cares, I want this little peacock!”

In his anger, Kong Xuan flashed the Five-Colored Divine Light, with a giant peacock Dharma Body materializing behind him, already fanning out its tail, those divine lights constantly brushing out from the tail feathers, brilliant like a galaxy. But Zhu Rong’s expression remained unchanged; she raised her hand to cast a Dharma Decree, and instantly a wall of fire arose, blazing fiercely, composed entirely of condensed True Sunfire!

The Five-Colored Divine Light collided with the True Sunfire, constantly exploding, but now that the formation had been dismissed, Heaven Pillar Mountain could no longer be shaken.

“What are you all still watching for, let’s go!” Kong Xuan shouted.

The hundreds of Buddhas immediately got up and left, but they had barely flown away from Heaven Pillar Mountain when the supremely beautiful Xuan Ming lightly said, “Is it really that easy to leave?”

With a flick of her finger, suddenly a blizzard engulfed the sky, and fierce winds howled!

These blizzards were all transformed from millennium-old profound ice, and the winds mixed with an extreme Yin energy so cold that even deities felt their bones chill.

Wukong and others were sitting on the Dao platform, watching the Twelve Ancestral Witches deal with these deities and Buddhas, feeling very pleased.

Immediately, deities and Buddhas with slightly lower Mana, including Bodhisattvas, were mostly frozen to death. Seeing the danger, Guanyin created a Dharma Seal with her hands, the Lotus Pedestal flashed, and she disappeared, while other Bodhisattvas like Manjushri, Puxian, and Ksitigarbha also used their Great Divine Powers, each escaping on their own.

“Oh? There’s also a little Golden Crow!” Houtu exclaimed curiously, reaching out to grab Emperor Gou Chen, also known as Indra.

Indra’s face drastically changed, with True Sunfire spewing from his mouth to block, transforming into his true form and soaring upwards, but Xuan Ming sneered lightly, and with a gentle point of her finger, the snowstorm intensified, the Yin and Sha Qi in the fierce wind being so dense it almost froze Indra’s wings stiff.

Indra let out a piercing scream, saying, “Fire Deity, help me!”

With that, his wings spread, erupting with True Sun essence, followed by the Fire Deity, who continuously cast Spells, filling the sky with fire!

Xuan Ming’s spell had killed more than three hundred deities and Buddhas, and the rest escaped with the help of those with Great Divine Powers, but this feat was quite extraordinary. Although among those killed there was not a single Taiyi Golden Immortal, it is known that once the Twelve Ancestral Witches were killed, they needed time to slowly restore their physical bodies and Mana, and being suppressed by Di Jun, they had just barely escaped and were at their weakest.

Kong Xuan angrily said, “Xuan Ming, don’t push it too far! Killing so many from the Buddhist Sect, do you think the Buddha Ancestor will let you off?”

Zhu Rong retorted, “Little peacock, don’t talk too much, deal with your master first.”

Zhu Rong blocked the Five-Colored Divine Light with the flames and then slowly advanced, forcing Kong Xuan to keep retreating.

“Golden-Winged Great Peng King, aren’t you leaving?!” Kong Xuan shouted.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng King glanced at Kong Xuan and said, “If I leave, wouldn’t they capture you?”

The Golden-Winged Great Peng King, unparalleled in speed, had also made his calculations, feeling that with his speed, these Ancestral Witches couldn’t grasp him.

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“Damn it! Di Jiang could easily capture you,” Kong Xuan secretly communicated.

However, the Golden-Winged Great Peng King did not listen and continued to observe Kong Xuan battling Zhu Rong.

Kong Xuan dismissed the Five-Colored Divine Light and charged in, engaging Zhu Rong in a mix, exchanging a variety of exquisite techniques.

“This peacock is tough, not easy to subdue,” Houtu remarked.

“Swoosh!”

Zhu Rong, caught off guard, was struck in the face by Kong Xuan’s five-colored divine light, sending her flying, but her formidable physical body merely caused blood to trickle from the corner of her mouth.

“Very well, you peacock, you’re courting death!” Zhu Rong, in a rage, was about to go all out when Xuan Ming stopped her.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng King seized the opportunity, grabbed Kong Xuan, transformed into his true body, and spread his wings to fly!

“The Kunpeng’s spreading wings? Stop him!” Houtu’s expression changed upon seeing this.

Di Jiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches, sneered, revealed his true form with four wings, flashed, and suddenly appeared in front of the Golden-Winged Great Peng King, coldly saying, “You are not the Kunpeng. How could you possibly outrun me?”

The Golden-Winged Great Peng King had no choice but to fold his body, channel his mana, and spread his wings with all his might!

In the blink of an eye, Di Jiang blocked his path again, showing just how fast he was.

Kong Xuan, having no alternative, raised the five-colored divine light and, holding the Demon-Subduing Pestle in his left hand, approached swiftly. He swung the pestle at Di Jiang’s forehead! Di Jiang, moving incredibly fast, dodged the currents of divine light, and only when up close did their battle ensue.

Di Jiang was unafraid and raised a giant axe to fight against Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan used a powerful splitting mountain strike, but Di Jiang countered with a fire-burning-the-skies technique, twisted his form, and flashed behind Kong Xuan, striking his shoulder with the axe! Although the axe wasn’t particularly sharp, its force was tremendous. Kong Xuan, struck by this blow, tumbled hundreds of times, his entire arm broke, and the bones were shattered into dust!

“Dapeng, run!” exclaimed Kong Xuan.

Fearing Di Jiang, the Golden-Winged Great Peng King, urged on by Kong Xuan, spread his wings and headed towards the Western Heavenly Buddha Land. Di Jiang tried to intercept, but Kong Xuan, despite his severe injuries, continually fired off several streams of five-colored divine light to hold him back! Thus, Di Jiang, carrying his giant axe, turned around to fight Kong Xuan again. This time, Kong Xuan learned his lesson and instead of using the five-colored divine light, he fought with the Demon-Subduing Pestle, Buddhist mystical techniques, and Dharma Seals.

Their battle lasted hundreds of rounds, filling the sky with light and causing the void to tremble.

“Stop!”

A ruler came flying, striking Di Jiang’s arm and causing him to stumble. Kong Xuan immediately unleashed a divine light, toppled Di Jiang twice. Kong Xuan was slightly relieved to have wounded Di Jiang at last!

The newcomer was none other than the past Buddha Ancestor, Burning Lamp Buddha.

Di Jiang spread his wings and returned to Heaven Pillar Mountain, while the other eleven Ancestral Witches were capturing the Primordial Spirits of those slain by Xuan Ming. There, they consumed the essence and restored their own mana.

“Di Jiang, you failed to capture the disciple of Kunpeng?” Xuan Ming said.

“I was obstructed by that peacock, and then a bald-headed monk hit me with a ruler. Facing two opponents proved difficult, so I did not continue the confrontation and returned,” Di Jiang explained.

Zhu Rong, annoyed, said, “If only I had my cultivation level from those days, these trifles could be captured in a matter of moments!”

The Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly turned their fierce gazes towards Wukong and his companions above them on the Forty-Nine Heaven Staircase.

But Wukong remained immovable. He had just been tested by Zhu Jiuyin, who managed to climb to the thirty-sixth level but was driven down by the essence of the True Sunfire. Wukong didn’t want to expend too much mana, though he could have reached the fortieth level. Gonggong managed to reach the fortieth level but was brushed aside by Di Jun due to his lack of understanding of the Dao.

Wukong asked, “Why do you look at me like this?”

Zhu Rong said, “You irritate us. We are below, and you are above. We have never allowed anyone to look down upon us.”

Wukong chuckled upon hearing this, realizing that these Ancestral Witches were of such a nature, but he could not descend merely because of Zhu Rong’s words. He replied, “There’s nothing I can do about it. The people who came earlier were indeed targeting us, so naturally, I dare not go down.”

Houtu said, “Those people have already been driven away. Come down quickly!”

Wukong shook his head, “What you drove away were merely minor characters. Soon, the formidable ones will arrive!”

Seeing they couldn’t persuade him, they no longer pressed the issue and each absorbed the Primordial Spirits of various beings like Moonlight Buddha, Golden Light Buddha, Demon Subduing Bodhisattva, as well as the Star Gods and Generals of the Heavenly Court, beginning to fully absorb their essence! The essence of these over three hundred Primordial Spirits was incredibly dense, rising like beacon smoke straight into the sky.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches inhaled deeply, feeling extremely invigorated.

Hong Hai’er couldn’t help but tremble, “These twelve are indeed ferociously powerful, even the four Great Bodhisattvas have to flee.”

Di Chen said, “These Twelve Ancestral Witches could compete with the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, of course, they are formidable. If they formed the Twelve Capital Heavenly Divine Slayer Formation, even a Saint would turn away.”

Wukong simply sat down cross-legged again, quietly meditating, waiting for them to leave before venturing out himself. Having once been suppressed for a full five hundred years, he wasn’t anxious about spending a few decades or centuries in seclusion. Hong Hai’er and the others, feeling that anxiety was futile, also sat down to begin their cultivation.

“These few actually have good temperaments,” Di Jiang couldn’t help but laugh.

At that moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already consumed over two hundred Primordial Spirits, leaving one hundred and three, with eighty percent being from the Buddhist Sect, and the remainder from the Heavenly Court.

This consumption of Primordial Spirits made the twelve feel exceedingly refreshed, partially restoring their mana.