Chapter 13: The Thirty-Six Heavens, a Visit from Tongtian

Where there is a Heavenly Tribulation, there is inevitably boundless merit.

The Demon Race is one of the main protagonists of this tribulation.

The Three Pure Ones were ordered by Tiandao Hongjun to take charge of this matter.

And as Saints, the Western Two Saints are also restless.

Yet, because Tiandao Hongjun has not issued a decree, they dare not act rashly.

They can only engage in petty theft and mischief, but unfortunately, they are intercepted by the Wu Clan outside Pangu Hall.

The other great powers of the Great Desolation are the same.

For a time, all eyes in the Great Desolation turned toward the Wu Clan.

Or rather.

Toward their territory.

As for Dijiang's recent act of killing the chicken to warn the monkeys, how could it withstand the lure of profit?

Moreover, when the Great Calamity arrives, it is not merely a matter for the Wu and Demon races.

Across the Great Desolate Land, the smoke of war rises everywhere.

At this moment, the entire Wu Clan is gathered within Pangu Hall.

"The Thirty-Six Heavens!!!"

Pangu Hall is a world unto itself.

And at this moment, above this world, thirty-six stars are suspended.

At a glance, they look as tiny as the stars in the sky.

But all the Ancestral Witches know that inside every Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, there is a small world.

And within each small world, there are nearly one hundred million trillion members of the Wu Clan.

Although they are called small worlds, they are more than ten thousand times larger than the Blue Star in a dream.

After all.

With Pangu Hall as the core foundation, the resources for the Sea-Stabilizing Pearls to evolve the heavens are enough for the Wu Clan to cultivate to the Golden Immortal realm.

Anyone who can break through to Golden Immortal will be brought to this world of Pangu Hall.

In this way, a virtuous cycle is formed.

"Big Brother, what a brilliant method."

"With a flip of your hand, you have brought all the Wu Clan people inside."

"If things continue to develop this way, in just a few tens of billions of years, the Great Desolation will be ours."

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The Ancestral Witches look at the Thirty-Six Heavens, then at Pangu Hall.

As long as they are given enough time, and with Dijiang now possessing the blessing of the Pangu Father God's Primordial Spirit.

The future development of the Wu Clan will surely amaze the entire Great Desolation.

Especially after seeing the Thirty-Six Heavens established by Dijiang with their own eyes, they feel even more that the future is promising.

This is because Dijiang did not simply transplant the Wu Clan people into the Thirty-Six Heavens; he formed the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper God-Demon Array using the Thirty-Six Heavens and the Sea-Stabilizing Pearls.

This array not only nurtures the small worlds of the heavens but also nourishes the thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls.

One day in the future, they have the hope of ascending once more.

They might even transform into God-Demon bodies and become World God-Demons.

Of course, within the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper God-Demon Array, Dijiang also integrated the Supreme Sun Moon Star Array, the Ju Tian Array, Yin-Yang Reversal, Four Seasons Change, the All-Heaven Star Array, and countless others.

Although the Pangu Primordial Spirit is only at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, one must consider what kind of Quasi-Saint that is.

That is a Quasi-Saint from the Chaos era; Dijiang is certain that the vast knowledge contained within is no less than that of the current Saints.

Things like the arrangement of arrays can fully satisfy the operation of the small worlds.

"A guest has arrived; you do not need to come out."

Outside Mount Buzhou, Tongtian arrives from the sky.

Dijiang senses this immediately, and his expression turns solemn.

A Saint is about to make a move! "The arrival of the Tongtian Saint truly brings splendor to our Wu Clan."

Pangu Hall opens, and Dijiang appears at the entrance with the eleven Ancestral Witches.

"Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves; we are all one family when we take root."

Tongtian smiles amusedly.

This is his first time volunteering to come to the Wu Clan.

In his consciousness, he does not actually dislike the Wu Clan.

Among the Three Pure Ones, his personality is even more similar to the Wu Clan.

When he says these words, all twelve Ancestral Witches look at Tongtian with astonishment.

It is unbelievable.

Tongtian: "Fellow Daoists, will you not invite me in to sit for a while?"

"It is our discourtesy; please, Fellow Daoist Tongtian!!"

Dijiang steps aside and gestures with his hand to welcome him.

He no longer calls him a Saint, but changes his address to Fellow Daoist Tongtian.

Over the endless years, Tongtian has actually always had dealings with the Wu Clan and often discussed the Dao with the twelve Ancestral Witches.

It was only because Taiqing remained silent and Yuanshi disapproved that Tongtian visited less and less frequently.

Especially after the Three Pure Ones became Saints, Tongtian had never visited the Wu Clan again.

Meeting now, I had thought there would be estrangement.

I never imagined that a single sentence from Tongtian would pull our feelings to the extreme.

Even Dijiang, who has seen the future plot, cannot help but feel moved inside.

Tongtian, a true temperament.

It is a pity that in the face of the Great Calamity, brotherly bonds cannot withstand the test.

But now is not the time for sympathy; I can barely protect myself, so why think so much?

"May I go pay my respects to the Great God Pangu?"

Compared to the Father God the Wu Clan claims, the Three Pure Ones address him as the Great God.

"Since you have this heart, how could I not fulfill it."

Dijiang raised an eyebrow.

A ten-year dream.

Still unable to change the martial arts world habits of the Wu Clan.

I was almost moved by a simple sentence from Tongtian.

So his ultimate goal was here.

Amidst self-reflection, the group arrived at the place where Pangu is worshipped.

There is no head statue, nor is there a sculpture.

In front of the Blood Pool, there is a stone tablet of Pangu Father God.

The Blood Pool is their birthplace, and the stone tablet was erected by them later.

Though it is only four short characters, it contains infinite, majestic power.

They searched through all the supreme treasures of heaven and earth, and there was simply nothing that could withstand these four characters.

Later on.

An ordinary stone, by chance, was actually able to be carved with the four great characters of Pangu Father God.

That is why there is the current tombstone.

When Tongtian arrived here, Dijiang's true body, hiding in the shadows, had already united with all the other Ancestral Witches.

If Tongtian were to make any unusual move, they would cooperate with Pangu Hall to forcibly suppress Tongtian.

He bowed respectfully and offered incense, then turned and left.

"He actually bowed; Tongtian is indeed extraordinary."

"The Three Pure Ones are one family; does this mean they acknowledge that our Wu Clan is the true Pangu Orthodox?"

"Not necessarily; these Saints are too cunning."

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Compared to the confusion of the other Ancestral Witches.

At this moment, Dijiang is knitting his brows tightly.

This bow from Tongtian is not simple.

He is, after all, a Saint.

If I were not controlling Pangu Hall, how could this world withstand a bow from a Saint?

Not good!!!

Dijiang, behind the scenes, hurriedly combined with Pangu Hall to begin divining.

Meanwhile, the external incarnations of the twelve Ancestral Witches had already led Tongtian to the council hall.

"It has been three million years since I last drank tea from fellow Daoist Zhurong."

"Time flies, yet it leaves no trace upon us."

"However, fellow Daoist Zhurong's skill in brewing tea has improved again!!"

Although Zhurong looks rough and unrefined, his tea-brewing skill is truly peerless.

Coupled with the cooperation of Gonggong and other Ancestral Witches.

Whether it is the water or the tea.

Both are top-notch.

"Haha, this is tea brewed with Three Thousand Blazing Flames."

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, I am not bragging, but you simply cannot drink this kind of tea anywhere else in the Great Desolation."

"Please!!!"

A point of the fingertip.

A small teacup landed in front of Tongtian.

Zhurong spoke in a booming voice; one could not tell at all that he was an external incarnation.

(End of chapter)