Chapter 43 Di Jiang
The strands of fateful power are like a net to catch fish, penetrating every inch and strand of the turbulent space and time nearby.

Although no one showed up, Hengming believed in his own judgment. With a flash of light in his eyes, a treasure wheel disintegrated behind him, and a compass kept shaking in front of him, and finally it actually pointed out a direction.

Hengming no longer hesitated, and the majestic force of destiny smashed fiercely in the direction indicated by the Feng Shui compass. The transparent silk thread pierced through countless spaces. A strange cry was heard, and the hidden mysterious man finally stopped hiding, and a monster like a red cloth bag quickly jumped out.

When he flapped his four wings, a mighty spatial wind blew up, immediately carrying the transparent silk threads into another space.

It was not until this moment that Hengming finally saw the true appearance of this monster.

It looks like a cloth bag, but it is red all over, headless, and has no eyes, ears, mouth or nose. It has six fat and skinny short legs and four white wings on its body.

Seeing such a representative appearance, a name slowly emerged in Hengming's mind: Dijiang!

"Whoever I mention comes to me. I was just talking about the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and now the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jiang, is here to cause trouble for me!"

Hengming felt a little headache. He was not afraid of Dijiang, and he was not even afraid of another Ancestral Witch. However, the reason why the Twelve Ancestral Witches could compete with the demon clan was that they could work together and advance and retreat together.

Moreover, unlike the superficial brothers like the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are truly united and are even willing to self-destruct for the sake of their brothers and sisters. Only Di Jun and Taiyi can have such brotherhood.

This was the real case of "if you provoke one, a whole bunch of troubles will come out". Even if he was Heng Ming, he would avoid such difficult troubles. After all, he was just a lonely man. If he really provoked the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he could not guarantee that Bixia Yuanjun would definitely help him.

Seeing that Dijiang did not launch the attack first, Hengming also cautiously surrounded himself with the power of destiny, for fear that a few more ancestor witches would appear nearby.

Other ancestor witches are fine, but the ancestor witch of time, Zhu Jiuyin, is the most terrifying among the ancestor witches. The power of time he controls can even compete with Zhulong. The reason why the witch clan has not become like a headless fly and be manipulated by others is because of this ancestor witch of time.

Being besieged in the void by two ancient witches who were skilled in time and space, even Hengming had to pay some price to leave.

"I don't know why you are spying on me?" Heng Ming said cautiously. After all, it involved the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so he had to be cautious.

Dijiang retracted his body and transformed into a rough and ancient man. Different from those gods who liked to wear fairy clothes and divine robes, he seemed to have his own unique aesthetic. He wore animal skins made of unknown wild beasts. Hengming wondered maliciously in his heart whether the two female ancestors of witches also wore animal skins.

Di Jiang had no idea of ​​this, but he forced a smile on his big face and said stiffly, "Hello, fellow Taoist. My second brother sensed that there was a distinguished guest coming nearby, so he specially asked me to go and meet him."

"Another distinguished guest?"

Hengming captured these two words very crucially. Bixia Yuanjun knew that he was a distinguished guest, so how come Zhu Jiuyin also knew that he was a distinguished guest? Did he become a treasure-delivering boy?

However, Hengming was not willing to respond to this request. There was only the great god Bixia Yuanjun on Mount Tai, so he could go there, but there were twelve ancestor witches living in the witch tribe's residence, so how could he possibly set foot in such a dangerous place?

At this moment, he admired those travelers very much. They dared to go to the residence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches when they met them. Were they really not afraid that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would have some evil thoughts in their hearts and force them to stay? Anyway, he couldn't do such a thing. He cherished his life very much.

Heng Ming politely declined, "I should have gone there with my fellow Taoists, but unfortunately I have something important to attend to, so I had to decline with tears. If we are lucky enough to meet again in the future, Heng Ming will naturally go to Mount Buzhou again."

Out of caution, he did not reveal Dijiang's identity as the ancestor witch.

Hearing that this man dared to refuse their invitation, Di Jiang's eyes suddenly widened with anger, a murderous aura emanating from him, and there were inexplicable spatial fluctuations responding nearby. Heng Ming was surprised to find that Di Jiang wanted to forcibly tie him up and take him to the land of the Ancestral Witch without even saying a word.

Di Jiang said in a low voice: "Please don't make it difficult for me. If I can't invite you to the Ancestral Witch Hall, my second brother will definitely blame me for not doing my job well."

After saying that, Dijiang waved his hand, and Hengming felt that the space nearby had become as hard to break through as gold and stone. Was he trying to capture him by force?

Hengming was also angered by Dijiang's move. If he was really caught like this, he would have no face to stay in the prehistoric world in the future. He ignored the threats of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and sneered, "Destiny is not bound by anyone."

As soon as the words came out, the originally closed space was suddenly broken by an unknown force. Facing the big hand of Dijiang that had already grabbed him, Hengming just shook slightly and immediately hid without a trace. When he appeared again, an extremely huge island had already appeared.

"Hmm?" Di Jiang didn't expect Heng Ming to be so agile, but then he was a little excited, and transformed himself into the red pocket again, hiding in the void again.

Hengming sat in the Lihen Palace with an expressionless face, manipulating the Wheel of Destiny and entering the laws of Destiny. With a thought, more threads of destiny burst out, weaving into a giant net that could capture the heaven and earth.

The web of fate searched the void, but how could Dijiang, as the ancestor of space, be caught by such a simple means? No matter how the web of fate searched, it still could not find any trace of him.

"We can't stay in the void, we must get out!" Hengming immediately drove the Fate Island out of the void. The Fate Weaving Array lingering outside the Fate Island immediately generated the Fate Silk Thread to prevent Dijiang from a sneak attack.

Just as Fate Island was about to leave the void, a space storm suddenly erupted. Countless space-time turbulences, carrying the power of the space storm, pulled Fate Island back, and even tried to drag Fate Island into a deeper void.

A hint of murderous intent flashed across Heng Ming's brows, but Di Jiang was hiding behind him and doing bad things. No matter how powerful the fate map was, he couldn't hit him.

"You are simply asking for your own death. Use the Feng Shui compass to find Dijiang!"

The needle in the center of the Feng Shui compass began to shake again. This was an effect that Heng Ming had recently developed. The Feng Shui compass would only look for things that Heng Ming considered to be treasures. At this moment, he identified Di Jiang as a treasure, so the Feng Shui compass would naturally begin to look for Di Jiang.

　It's inflamed again. I only have three today. I'm going to the hospital to get some medicine.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)