Chapter 576: Pangu Hall Established

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, a deathly silence reigned.

Zhu Rong was severely wounded by a single strike, embedded deep within the mountain body, his life or death unknown.

Di Jun's peerless divine might, facing three alone, was like an insurmountable great mountain, pressing down on the heart of every living being.

Beneath the high platform, the eyes of those several thousand Great Luo Golden Immortals who originally still harbored different thoughts, now looking at that Heavenly Star God Name Register suspended in the air, had already completely changed.

From the previous hesitation and wait-and-see attitude, they turned into fanaticism and yearning.

Good birds choose trees to roost in.

With such an invincible Heavenly Emperor to rely on, never mind merely siding with the Wu Clan, even becoming enemies with the entire Great Wasteland, what of it?

"This Disciple of the Poor Way, Dong Wanggong, is willing to enter the Heavenly Court, to serve His Majesty unto death!"

That white-haired, aged Daoist was the first to step forward, facing Di Jun on the high platform, prostrating himself fully, performing the most solemn great rite.

His voice broke the silence at the scene.

With the first one, there came the second.

"West Kunlun Scattered Cultivator Lu Ya, willing to serve as a Righteous God of the Heavenly Court, guard the stars, ten thousand deaths without refusal!"

"North Sea Demon King Ji Meng, willing to lead my million aquatic tribes, submit to the Heavenly Court, and await His Majesty's dispatch!"

"..."

In an instant, responders gathered like clouds.

Countless Scattered Cultivator great powers, Yao Clan titans, stepped forward one after another, bowing their heads to Di Jun, vying to be the first to leave their names on that golden list.

Di Jun looked upon the grand spectacle of ten thousand immortals coming to court below, his heart filled with heroic passion.

He knew, from today onward, his Yao Clan Heavenly Court could truly be said to have secured the title of Co-Lord of Heaven and Earth.

And all of this originated from that younger brother by his side who appeared frail but in reality calculated the fate of all living beings.

He turned his head, looking at Gu Yuan, his eyes full of gratitude and pride.

Gu Yuan smiled at him, lips moving slightly, transmitting his voice: "Elder Brother, it is time to strike the mountain to shake the tiger, and also time to appease hearts."

Di Jun understood perfectly.

He raised his hand, pressing down lightly in the void.

The clamorous voices below instantly fell silent.

"The hearts of you all, We have already known."

Di Jun's voice was majestic yet peaceful.

"However, divine positions are limited; those without virtue and merit cannot occupy them."

"Starting today, all who are willing to enter Our Heavenly Court may go to the Southern Heaven Gate, where divine officials will examine your merit and cultivation. Those who pass may enter the register."

"As for the first position of the Four Great Charioteers on this list..." Di Jun paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire venue, finally landing in the direction of the two goddesses of the Taiyin Star, "Our intention is that it should be held by a 'Heavenly Queen' whose virtue matches heaven and earth, who serves as mother to the four seas. This position, We shall leave vacant in wait for her."

As these words fell, countless gazes shot in unison toward Xi He and Changxi.

The meaning could not be more obvious.

Changxi's pretty face reddened, and she quietly tugged on her elder sister's sleeve.

A rare ripple also appeared on Xi He's clear, cold face.

She looked at that emperor on the high platform, who combined the Hegemonic Way with gentleness, her heart a mixture of five flavors.

And on the other side.

The Wu Clan camp, the atmosphere had already dropped to freezing point.

Di Jiang looked at the Yao Clan side's spectacle of ten thousand immortals coming to court, the flourishing qi fortune, then looked at that bottomless great hole on the mountain body, and he knew, today, their Wu Clan had lost.

Lost utterly and completely.

"Go."

Di Jiang did not speak another word; space laws surged, rolling up the remaining ten Ancestral Witches, as well as Zhu Rong whom he had pulled out from the mountain body, already unconscious, and their figures instantly disappeared from the spot.

They did not return to the tribe.

Instead, they directly returned to their most core sacred ground — Pangu Hall.

Pangu Hall.

This is the birthplace of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and also the source of the entire Wu Clan's power.

In the center of the great hall, a gigantic heart towering billions of zhang, was slowly beating.

Every beat seemed to coincide with the pulse of the entire Great Wasteland earth, emitting a vast, ancient, boundless aura.

This is Pangu's Heart.

At this moment, eleven Ancestral Witches sat gathered around this heart with solemn expressions.

Zhu Rong lay in the center, Hou Tu continuously channeling her own pure Earth Primordial Origin into his body, repairing his Ancestral Witch true body that had been nearly burned through by the Solar True Fire.

"Elder Brother, what do we do now?"

On Gonggong's face, there was no longer the previous mockery, only deep worry.

"That Di Jun fellow has already beheaded two corpses, his strength far exceeding our expectations. Now he has even produced this Investiture List, clearly intending to dig out the foundation of our Wu Clan. If this continues, within ten thousand years, the living beings of this Great Wasteland earth will likely only know there is a Heavenly Court above, and not know there is a Wu Clan on the ground."

"Yes, Elder Brother.

" Lei Gong Qiangliang's body flashed with electric light, his tone impatient, "We can't just watch like this, can we? Why don't we twelve join hands, lay down the God-Slaying Great Formation, directly attack the Heavenly Court, and fight them to the death!"

"Fight to the death? How to fight?"

Di Jiang glanced at him coldly.

"You think Di Jun is still the Di Jun of the past? Two-Corpse Quasi-Sage, combined with that perfected Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, even if we summon the Father God's true body, the chance of victory is not even three parts in ten."

"Furthermore,"

Di Jiang's gaze swept across the crowd, "Have you all still not seen? What Di Jun did today is fundamentally not about a decisive battle with us."

"His true killing move is that List of Deification."

"That is a bloodless war. He intends to use a Yang Scheme, to use the Great Trend, to trap our Wu Clan alive on this land until we perish."

Di Jiang's words caused all the Ancestral Witches present to fall silent.

They were accustomed to solving problems with their fists.

But now, Di Jun simply does not give them the chance to swing their fists.

What he uses is his brain, is calculation.

This sense of powerlessness makes them feel more stifled than defeat.

"Is there... really nothing we can do at all?" Hou Tu's voice carried a trace of compassion.

She looked at the vast land outside the hall, her heart filled with unbearable pity.

"Methods, naturally there are some."

Di Jiang stood up. He walked before Pangu's Heart, reached out his hand, and pressed it lightly upon it.

Hum—

Pangu's Heart seemed to sense his will, and beat with even greater force.

"He has his List of Deification; we have our Father God."

Di Jiang turned around, looking at his brothers and sisters, his eyes erupting with unprecedented radiance.

"Di Jun wants to emulate the Ancestor of the Dao, to confer godhood on behalf of Heaven, and turn all living beings of the Great Wasteland into slaves of his Heavenly Dao."

"Then we shall act in the opposite way!"

"Our Wu Clan is born of the land, raised on the land, the Primordial Orthodoxy; we ought by right to be the masters of the land!"

"From this day forth, our Wu Clan shall also establish a hall, named 'Pangu Hall'!"

Di Jiang's voice resounded clangingly within the great hall.

"Pangu Hall shall be the supreme Divine Court with which our Wu Clan governs the land!"

"Upon the Honghuang Dadi, mountains, rivers, grasses, trees, spirits, and monsters — all things with spirit — as long as their hearts turn toward the land and they contribute to the prosperity of the Great Wasteland, all may enter my Pangu Hall, receive the baptism of the Father God's bloodline, and obtain our Wu Clan's bestowed blessings!"

"What he, Di Jun, confers are 'Celestial Gods' — lofty existences, lackeys who have severed ties with the Great Wasteland's foundation!"

"Whereas what we confer are 'Di Shen'! They are guardians rooted in this land, coexisting and prospering together with all things of the Great Wasteland!"

"Mountains have Mountain Gods, rivers have River Lords, land has Tu Shen!"

"His Heavenly Court's Qi Qi is clouds floating in the sky — seemingly vast, yet rootless and drifting."

"Whereas my Pangu Hall's Qi Qi shall be this entire Honghuang Dadi! As long as the land does not perish, our Wu Clan's Qi Qi shall never be severed for all eternity!"