Desolate: I’m really not an Ancestral Sorcerer!

Wan Li crossed the Primordial World and the system was activated. He transformed into a Primordial Chaos Dao Body that surpassed Pangu’s bloodline.

As soon as he transformed, he attracted the recognition of the Hall of Pangu, shocking the world.

The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery stepped forward and called him ’Big Brother’ as they watched the hundreds of millions of Sorcerer Tribesmen kowtow.

Wan Li was dumbfounded. This wasn’t right. Why was he mistaken for an Ancestral Sorcerer?

From then on, the fate of the world changed, and a strange scene appeared in the Witchcraft and Demon Cultivation Tribulation. Because of Wan Li, the Demon Race did not dare to provoke the Wu Race at all.

Hongjun said,"You can choose the Saint Throne or the Spiritual Treasure. As long as you go to the Sorcerer Tribe, everything will be fine!"

Donghuang Taiyi thought,"Dao Ancestor, do you think we’re stupid?"

Emperor Jun thought,"With that Ancestor of Sorcery around, I won’t dare to provoke him even if I become a Saint!"

Wan Li was helpless,"How many times do I have to say it? I’m really not an Ancestral Witch."