The resurrection method of Di Jiang and Nezha is somewhat similar, the difference lies in that he uses his original flesh and blood as the body, the old body becomes a new body, and the old soul becomes a new soul. The rest of the resurrecting process is almost the same.
However, his resurrection is incomplete. A significant amount of the ancestral blood essence unique to him has been lost, and this essence has returned to the primordial chaos with Di Jiang's fall. Even the authentic sages cannot retrieve it, which results in the loss of many of his innate abilities and memories.
Ping Xin NuanNuan is just a local saint who possesses all the memories of Hou Tu, and she revives Di Jiang to complete Hou Tu's final wish, which can be considered a kind of psychological knot. As long as he is alive, the knot will be resolved, and everything after that will be none of her concern.
The only surviving ancestor witch today is the Ice Ancestor Wu Xianming, but it is unrealistic to expect a fierce woman holding a big ax and chariot to have a meticulous strategy.
After Di Jiang fully awakened, they set their elder brother free, so he can wander around as he pleases, deciding who to fight or be fought by.
In fact, it's not just Di Jiang, but all the witches in the race get this treatment after they come of age. They are on their own from then on, and if they die outside, it's their own problem. This is almost the value system of the witch race.
Xuanming didn't see it as a problem, and Di Jiang also thought it was quite normal. After awakening, he began his new journey through the primordial chaos.
To be honest, Di Jiang went to the venomous bee swamp entirely because of Deng Chan Yu.
It's akin to the saying that "one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers." There are two space manipulators, and they are both at a similar level. There's some kind of unseen causal connection between them. Normally, the only option would be to have a decisive battle to the death.
Di Jiang is indeed the strongest of the ancestral witches, and to a certain extent, he can be considered as equivalent to Taiqing of the Three Pure Ones.
Deng Chan Yu held the Chaos Bell and had refinement techniques at the level of Nuwa, the Saint. Her power was profound, comparable to a quasi-saint about to kill a single body. However, she also lacked the assurance of defeating Di Jiang. Indeed, the fighting prowess of the ancestor witches was too high. On Deng Chan Yu's side, she possessed phoenix's instincts and combat experience when facing equals and peers in terms of power and background; this posed no problem at all. However, when facing Di Jiang, her chances of winning were no more than 40% to 60%, with her having a 4/10 chance and Di Jiang having a 6/10 chance.
A life-and-death battle is inevitable.
But it must be said that the merit she possesses is indeed abundant! Seeking auspiciousness and avoiding calamity is just an additional effect and cannot bring back the newly revived Di Jiang, as the merit does not have such a domineering nature. However, it does help her find another strong ally, which is the Heng Ron Purple Qi.
The witch race does not cultivate their spiritual essence, and the Heng Ron Purple Qi has a natural aversion to the witch race. The great merit carried by Deng Chan Yu utilizes the characteristics of the Heng Ron Purple Qi, guides it with skillful means, and subtly shifts attention, leading Di Jiang over to Duobao's side.
This led to Di Jiang becoming quite interested in the opportunity that Deng Chan Yu obtained for Duobao when she returned home to eat and scold her children. The witch race is by no means a virtuous friend; the concept of being gentle, polite, frugal, and accommodating does not exist within them. As he himself said, "If you show me the opportunity, and it's useless to me, I'll let you go."
Duobao has nothing, so let him see some nonsense.
After a series of exchanges, a fight ensued.
Now Duobao is running like crazy, leaving three unlucky guys to take the brunt of the disaster.
When Di Jiang took his first look, he didn't see anything special. On his second glance, the memories in his bloodline awakened in large quantities. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's a demon race? Fine, very fine! Very fine!"
Qiu Shou Xian, Ling Ya Xian, and Jin Guang Xian are now dressed in robes, wearing feather crowns, and carrying swords, looking like aloof immortals. But in Di Jiang's eyes, these three are pure demon race members without a trace of impurity.
The hatred for demons is deeply ingrained in his bloodline, never to disappear even after billions of years.
He couldn't forget his own name, and he couldn't forget to kill the demon race either.
Kill one when you see one, have his sons kill, and his sons' sons continue to kill until they are all gone. This is the simple belief of many witch clans.
At this moment, Di Jiang's brow furrowed, his eyes revealed a fierce light. As the three Immortals stared at him with wide eyes, trying to say a few words to placate the situation, he instantly penetrated the battlefield and charged into the Taiji Array led by Qiu Shou Xian without caring about any obstacles in his way.
"Hmm? What's this technique?" Duobao could recognize the way of space and deduce Di Jiang's true identity based on it, thanks to his good colleague, Qiu Shou Xian, who doesn't have the same insight.
He felt his array just begin to operate, and then this extremely strong man, resembling a wild savage from the primitive ages, appeared at his side. Di Jiang stretched out his fan-like large hand, seized Qiu Shou Xian's hair like a steel needle with a grip, and then lifted his iron fist to deliver a punch straight to Qiu Shou Xian's face.
A loud thud echoed, and this punch was nearly enough to break Qiu Shou Xian's face in half, causing his nose to collapse, his eyes and ears to bleed profusely, and most of his sharp teeth to shatter.
The long-nosed Ling Ya Xian was enraged and operated the array to charge forward: "Don't hurt my brother!"
He deployed the Li Yi Array, with two fluorescent beams, one black and one white, rapidly sweeping over. It seemed to be trying to kill Qiu Shou Xian and Di Jiang together. Although Di Jiang had been to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao, he didn't understand it, but he wasn't completely unfamiliar with the array of the Primordial Chaos.
He snorted coldly, took a step back into the space layer, waiting for the fluorescent beam to pass by, and then he punched Qiu Shou Xian again.
The previous punch had been so sudden that there was no time to defend, but now Qiu Shou Xian would not fall for that so easily.
He, Ling Ya Xian, and Jin Guang Xian were all at a level comparable to Taiyi Jinxia. The reason why they were called "comparable" was mainly because they relied on their own bloodline rather than the cultivation method of opening three flowers and achieving five Qi in the Taoist path.
They mainly relied on their bloodline abilities and considered Daoist incantations as supplementary. They also knew the Shangqing School of Xiaojing.
At this moment, Qiu Shou Xian opened his big mouth and sprayed out a cloud of misty green vapor. The vapor contained countless souls and ghosts who zoomed past, driving ghost ships and controlling ghost horses, wielding various ghostly knives and swords without discrimination, charging at Di Jiang to hack him up.
Di Jiang blinked angrily, causing the Pan Gu bloodline to activate. All the ghosts and phantoms, as if encountering their natural enemies, turned into dust in an instant. Qiu Shou Xian hadn't expected his spell to be easily dispelled, slowing down his escape slightly, only to be intercepted by Di Jiang's fierce countenance.
The ancestor witch turned around and seized the long sword thrust by Ling Ya Xian from behind. With a single elbow, he struck at the chest of Qiu Shou Xian, causing half of his chest to collapse with this blow. Qiu Shou Xian's seven orifices bled profusely, and his expression was grotesque.
Jin Guang Xian, who was the farthest from the Taiji array, also wielded a long spear to come and assist in the battle.
Di Jiang basically ignored Ling Ya Xian and Jin Guang Xian, letting their two arrays and the weapons of two Taixi Jinxia gold immortals strike him, focusing instead on fiercely attacking Qiu Shou Xian.
With just three punches, Qiu Shou Xian's Daoist robe was shattered, half of his bones broken, his ribs and sternum piercing the skin. He looked like a broken sack of water, constantly spurting blood.
"I will kill you——!" He roared, unable to protect himself, he had to shake his shoulders and change into the state of Qingmao Lion. Afterwards, his face was full of fierce light, and his mouth opened wide, biting towards Di Jiang's neck.
