Chapter 668: Nuwa's Legs, Stubborn Gonggong (Three-in-One)

"The Daluo is undying and inextinguishable, unknowable, unsearchable, and unperceivable; it condenses the Dao Fruit and attains the One."

"The Daluo is the unification of the past, present, and future in infinite space-time."

"The Daluo is untainted by Karma, immune to ten thousand calamities, and even if the Great Dao is extinguished, the body remains; it wanders freely through heaven and earth."

"......"

Xuanzang narrated slowly, imparting the understanding of the Golden Immortal realm of Daluo to Fuxi and Nuwa.

And when they heard this, the Dao rhyme upon their bodies actually grew dense, with signs of breaking through at any moment.

As Innate Sacred beings, born accompanied by the Great Luck of heaven and earth, they could be called uniquely gifted.

Moreover, they already possessed the magic power of a Golden Immortal of Daluo; they only lacked a Dao Fruit.

Fuxi gained deep insight, but still had some doubts, and asked: "Fellow Daoist Xuanzang, is there a method for breakthrough?"

"There are three methods of breakthrough: through Law, through Merit and incense, and through strength," Xuanzang said.

"Specializing in one Law, cultivating that Law to the pinnacle, and using the Law as a guide to condense the Daluo Dao Fruit."

"Merit and incense rely on external forces to break through; this method can be said to be the fastest."

"However, although one gains a Daluo Dao Fruit, one lacks Daluo Great Power and is deficient in combat strength, so this type of cultivator is skilled in fighting with magic treasures, using the power of the treasures to make up for the gap in combat strength."

"Finally, breaking through by strength is essentially the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and the Five Qis Returning to the Origin. Use the Great Dao Law to condense three flowers of the Great Dao, then use Chaos Power to condense the five Qis within the chest; the five Qis can be the five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—or they can be Laws, powers of different attributes."

"However, the 'strength' here tends toward a concept, not the strength of force; ultimately, one transcends the concept and becomes One! This method of breakthrough is considered the most difficult. A Golden Immortal of Daluo who breaks through this way has extremely strong combat power; even without using magic treasures, they can fight across ranks within the same realm."

Xuanzang spoke of the three methods for breaking through to Daluo; this was not considered a secret.

And even if it were spoken aloud, how many could actually achieve it?

Fuxi bowed again, his expression full of admiration as he said:

"Many thanks to Brother Daoist Xuanzang for clearing up my confusion. I wonder which method Brother Daoist used to break through?"

"The third one," Xuanzang said.

"Impressive. Brother Daoist Xuanzang, is there a shortcut for this third one?"

Fuxi exclaimed in praise, asking subconsciously.

It is difficult for a person to cultivate alone, but if one stands on the shoulders of giants, it is different.

"There are no shortcuts. I just practiced and practiced and then I broke through; it took about twenty years in total."

Xuanzang said it lightly, as if narrating a trivial matter.

"......"

Fuxi was stunned; his expression was like, 'I haven't read much, don't lie to me.'

Twenty years? Breaking through to the Golden Immortal of Daluo—this is even more outrageous than an Innate Being.

For them, a single cultivation session basically starts at ten thousand years; by such comparison, twenty years is truly not worth mentioning.

"If someone else said this, I would definitely think they were bragging, but since Xuanzang says it, I believe it," Houtu said.

"Sister Houtu, what is 'bragging'?" Nuwa asked curiously.

"A type of adjective."

Wang Wu grinned; her heart was inexplicably excited.

The person before her was Nuwa, Mother of the Human Race, and the original one at that—not yet a sage, looking the youngest.

If she could pinch Nuwa Niangniang's cheeks, it would be worth it even if she died.

Nuwa did not quite understand, but she could feel that emotion; it did not seem to be a very elegant language.

"After Brother Daoist Xuanzang's clarification, I believe it won't be long before my sister and I can break the shackles and advance further," Fuxi said.

"With Fellow Daoist Fuxi's natural talent, breaking through to the Golden Immortal of Daluo is only a matter of time; I just said it in advance," Xuanzang said.

Hearing this, Fuxi's gaze toward Xuanzang became even warmer, and he even liked him quite a bit.

Sure enough, handsome people in this world are mutually attracted, just like the readers and the author present.

As an Innate Sacred being, Fuxi had the form of a human body with a snake tail and no distinction of gender.

Therefore, he could be male, could be female, could be yin or yang!

Xuanzang, as a pure man, was full of pure yang energy, like a dazzling sun, naturally attracting attention.

But at this moment, noticing Fuxi's somewhat gradually scorching and strange gaze, he could not help but feel a slight chill in his heart.

"Sister Houtu, your body?"

Nuwa asked, specifically pointing at Houtu's long legs, her eyes full of curiosity.

In her memory, since when did an Ancestral Witch have legs?

Innate Beings, especially Innate Sacred beings born accompanied by the Great Luck of heaven and earth, basically all had the characteristic of a human body with a snake tail, or looked like they had very complex body structures.

"That's right, from the beginning I was confused; what is this?" Fuxi said.

"Ahem, these are legs; they can be used for walking," Xuanzang said.

"Xuanzang is right; walking like this is better than walking with a tail," Houtu said.

"??" Fuxi?

"But we are floating, aren't we? Having a tail doesn't mean we use the tail to walk," Nuwa said directly.

"Pfft!"

Wang Wu could not help but laugh out loud; Nuwa Niangniang was truly too cute.

The Demon Lord, Anlan, dared not speak, trembling in fear.

"Just tell me if they look good, if they are fair, if they are long."

Houtu said coldly, using a haughty tone to speak such tsundere words.

"My evaluation: not as good as a tail," Fuxi said calmly.

Nuwa looked carefully and thought seriously; although her magic power was strong, at best she was still a girl who had not seen much of the world, and she did not understand these strange and peculiar things.

Never mind Nuwa; even Houtu was not much better off before joining the Chat Group.

"There's an indescribable feeling, but I also want to try it."

As she spoke, Nuwa directly transformed her tail into a pair of straight, long legs; those small feet were also dainty and exquisite, crystalline and flawless, breathtakingly beautiful, making people cast sidelong glances.

As an Innate Sacred, such a sight actually made it impossible for one to harbor a single impure thought; there was only admiration, admiration for beauty.

"Too beautiful, too cute."

Wang Wu clutched her heart; she was suffocating, unable to catch her breath—how could such a cute existence exist?

Fuxi, who had originally said that a tail was better, was now petrified, feeling like a clown.

"The question is, who among those present now does not have legs?" Houtu said.

Everyone took a step back in unison, leaving only Fuxi standing awkwardly in place, his large gray tail flicking restlessly.

Nuwa had just transformed her legs and was not very used to walking, but being gifted, she returned to normal after walking a few steps.

Seeing that this pair of fine legs seemed to be missing something, Houtu took a set of cool, silk-woven Black Silk Stockings from her space and gifted them to Nuwa.

"This is the attire of our Ancestral Witches; it will look very good when worn!" Houtu said.

"Thank you, Sister Houtu," Nuwa said happily.

Seeing this, Fuxi asked, "Fellow Daoist Houtu, why gift them to my sister Nuwa and not to me? I think the Ancestral Witches shouldn't be short of this set of attire, right?"

"……"

Houtu was speechless; how was she supposed to explain?

She simply didn't explain and also gifted Fuxi a set of Black Silk Stockings.

Anlan and the Demon Lord had strange expressions; the scene of Fuxi wearing Black Silk Stockings couldn't help but emerge in their minds.

The key was that Fuxi didn't even have legs, only a plump tail; that image was truly too beautiful.

If one day, at some future day or moment, Fuxi were to recall today, one wonders what he would think.

Boom!

Suddenly, a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering sound came from near Pangu Temple.

"Damn, what's going on?" Wang Wu asked.

"Is that where the big brothers cultivate?"

Houtu's expression changed slightly, fearing that some mishap had befallen her brothers.

So, everyone immediately rushed toward Pangu Temple.

Upon arriving at the source of the sound, they saw a giant ferocious beast lying on the ground, covered in blood.

The aura of this ferocious beast was extremely powerful; it was clearly an existence possessing Daluo power, yet it lacked a Daluo Dao Fruit?

And beside the ferocious beast sat an indescribable creature.

That creature had a python head and a human body, was draped in black scales, stepped on a Heilong, had a green python coiled around its hand, and had a burly physique.

"Brother Gonggong," Houtu said.

"Gonggong?" A few question marks appeared over Xuanzang's head.

Looking at Houtu again, this unknown creature was the Water Witch Ancestor who would collapse Buzhou Mountain in the future.

They were both Twelve Ancestral Witches, so why was the gap so large?

Gonggong turned his head, his massive python head revealing a look of surprise in its eyes, and he said in a muffled voice:

"Sister Houtu."

"Hiss!"

Nuwa and Fuxi's faces turned pale.

There was no helping it; the pressure from an Ancestral Witch was too great.

The Ancestral Witches only cultivated their Flesh, not their Primordial Spirit; that Flesh was directly at the Quasi-Saint level, which was particularly explosive throughout the entire Honghuang.

Especially since Gonggong was currently devouring a Daluo-level ferocious beast alive; the scene was too bloody.

"My God!" Wang Wu said.

Even the fearless Xiao Shi said weakly, "Eating it raw is unhygienic."

"Sister Houtu, did you catch food and bring it back? You really are our good sister. Knowing that it isn't easy for your brothers to cultivate, although the strength is a bit lacking, it's better than nothing," Gonggong said.

Clearly, in his eyes, Nuwa, Fuxi, Wang Mu, and Anlan were all food.

Houtu hurriedly explained, saying:

"Brother, you've misunderstood. These are all friends I met outside, not... food..."

Upon hearing this, Gonggong coiled the green python swimming on his arm around his waist, stood up, and carefully sized everyone up.

No matter from which angle he looked, they were just too weak.

"Sister, where did you find such weak creatures? And even became friends?

We Ancestral Witches respect the strong; how could we associate with the weak?" Gonggong said.

"Brother, no one is weak forever. We also reached the front of the myriad creatures at birth because of Father God's gift," Houtu said.

Gonggong scratched his head, not understanding these principles at all.

"Xuanzang, what do we do? Why do I feel like this guy is going to eat us at any moment?" Wang Wu transmitted her voice.

One Gonggong was already this terrifying, let alone twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Remove the 'feel like'," Xuanzang said.

"Xuanzang, Brother Gonggong has no ill intent, right?" Houtu looked back and said.

"Sister Houtu, look at the way your brother is looking at us—his eyes are glowing green, and you say he has no ill intent," Xiao Shi said.

"Ahem, that's instinct," Houtu's face flushed slightly.

Xuanzang stepped forward and said:

"Gonggong, since the Ancestral Witch values strength above all, why don't we have a contest?"

"Xuanzang, do not be impulsive," Houtu said.

"It is no matter."

Xuanzang smiled calmly; he also wanted to see what stage his strength had reached today.

He had long since reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal Late Stage perfection, only one step away from the Small Primordial realm, which was the Quasi-Saint realm.

Furthermore, although he was at the Great Luo Golden Immortal Late Stage perfection, his overall strength was not inferior when dealing with a Quasi-Saint.

Gonggong sized Xuanzang up, the scarlet pupils of his python head flickering; although the Ancestral Witches were brutes, they were not entirely mindless, and he could naturally sense that Xuanzang's strength was greater than the others.

But so what?

"Hahaha, you are the first to dare challenge an Ancestral Witch. For the sake of this courage, I will not eat you. How do you want to compete?" Gonggong said.

Xuanzang ignored these words and continued:

"Legend has it that the Ancestral Witch's physical body is peerless, comparable only to the Hegemons of Heaven and Earth of that year, the Qilin and the Ancestral Dragon. Therefore, let us compete in physical strength to see whose power is greater."

Once these words were spoken, Houtu's expression changed drastically. Although Xuanzang's strength was great, to compare strength with an Ancestral Witch?

This was truly showing off! Who didn't know that the Ancestral Witch had the greatest strength?

Not to mention that the Gonggong before them would eventually collapse Buzhou Mountain in the future; one could see how great his strength was.

Gonggong thought he had misheard, but after confirming carefully, it seemed he was not joking.

"Brother Xuanzang, why are you so impulsive? Who in this Honghuang doesn't know that the Ancestral Witch has the greatest strength?" Fuxi said worriedly.

"Whether it is impulsive or not, I do not know, but we will know after we compete," Xuanzang said.

"Besides, 'the strongest' is merely a shackle; only by being stronger can there be infinite possibilities."

"Xuan Ge, you are my god," Anlan silently gave a thumbs up.

Although he was a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, he truly lacked the courage to face an Ancestral Witch.

Would you believe it, a Great Luo-level ferocious beast was actually eaten alive.

Gonggong used a divine ability to shrink himself to about eight feet; even so, he still looked like a small iron tower, giving off a suffocating pressure.

"What method shall we use to compete in strength?" Gonggong said, looking down from above.

"Arm wrestling," Xuanzang extended his arm.

"Arm wrestling??"

Gonggong looked at Xuanzang's arm, then looked at his own claw, which had a layer of scales on the surface and a head mixed in.

So he used a divine ability to manifest another arm.

From this, one could see that Gonggong was actually a refined person?

"Brother, Xuanzang is my dear friend. If you hurt him, I will have the brothers beat you up," Houtu warned.

"?" Gonggong.

"Fellow Daoist Gonggong, no need to worry. I will tell Houtu not to let the Ancestral Witches beat you up," Xuanzang said.

"?"

Gonggong felt his head itching a little; was he about to grow another head? Why did these words sound very strange, yet he couldn't say where the problem lay?

Subsequently, Xuanzang and Gonggong took their positions, their wrists touched, and they began to exert force.

Gonggong had originally intended to use a little less strength for Houtu's sake, but as he continuously mobilized his power, he discovered that Xuanzang's arm did not move in the slightest.

In an instant, Gonggong understood that Xuanzang was not simple.

"Hmph, you have some skill."

A "nuclear-friendly" smile appeared on Gonggong's face, and at the same time, he suddenly increased his strength; the earth shattered into powder in an instant, and waves of force spread in all directions.

The two stood in mid-air, the stones around them frozen in space; they still had their wrists touching, unable to determine a winner.

Simultaneously, terrifying auras erupted from within Xuanzang and Gonggong, making it difficult for others to approach.

Houtu had long since protected the others; otherwise, with their strength, even if they were touched by a sliver of Gonggong's aura, they would be severely injured or even perish directly.

"Kid, how much of your strength did you use? You should be at full power now, right?"

Gonggong asked while exerting force. His python head split open its large mouth, looking seemingly insane.

"Thirty percent," Xuanzang said calmly.

"Bragging!" Gonggong sneered.

And so, the two continued to exert force. Without using Laws or the Ancestral Witch Dharma Form, Gonggong had already mobilized almost all his strength, but he still could not do anything to Xuanzang.

He wondered, why did Xuanzang look so thin and weak? Why was his internal strength so great?

An absolute vacuum zone formed with them as the center, because no matter could sustain their power.

As always, Xuanzang remained motionless.

The others had their hearts in their throats at this moment, their faces full of nervousness, not knowing what the final result would be.

Chat Group?

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "As expected of my Xuan Ge, he is actually fighting with an Ancestral Witch."

Exploding Heavens Faction Leader: "Indeed, who could have thought that Sanzang Master could arm-wrestle an Ancestral Witch. With the Ancestral Witch's strength, even if Tathagata Buddha came over, he would have to take two big slaps to the face."

Peach Blossom Island Little Fairy: "So worried, go Xuanzang brother!"

Yin-Yang School First Extraordinary Woman: "Such Xuanzang Sheng Seng is truly full of spirit."

Spring and Autumn Sword Deity: "It is a pity that I am old, otherwise..."

Bad Commander: "Otherwise what? With your old bones, you still want to arm-wrestle?"

Spring and Autumn Sword Deity: "..."

Demon King Who Never Suffers: "Eating melons!"

Heilong Tian: "The Ancestral Witch is truly terrifying!"

Demon Lord Chonglou: "I am trembling in fear at the scene!"

A cold and arrogant Demon Lord Chonglou could not help but sigh at this moment.

Invincible Yuwentuo: "Brother Chonglou, don't be a coward, go and challenge an Ancestral Witch one-on-one."

Demon Lord Chonglou: "Although I like to fight, I don't like to seek death; I still have that much self-awareness, don't I?"

Baiyue Jiaozhu: "!"

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Super Beast Pluto: "Indeed."

Thanos of Titan: "It's a good thing such terrifying existences do not exist in our universe."

I Am Not Sai Tuzi: "Even if 'Old Black' saw this thing, he would have to kneel."

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "Indeed, but it is truly unexpected that Gonggong's image is so indescribable."

Exploding Heavens Faction Leader: "Old Ye. In the initial Honghuang, where could humans exist? They were all strange life forms."

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "Agreed."

Zui Ai He Shounai: "Sigh, for the first time, I have no appetite."

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "Hehe, Shi Laoliu. You really dare to think; can you bear such a massive Karma?"

Zui Ai He Shounai: "Tch!"

As the crowd spoke, the contest between Gonggong and Xuanzang had become increasingly intense.

Facing Gonggong's continuously increasing power, Xuanzang remained steady, accumulating strength, preparing to win with a single strike.

"Haha, delightful. I didn't expect your power to be so strong. Since that is the case, I am going to use my full strength."

"Ancestral Witch Dharma Form!"

Suddenly, behind Gonggong, a heaven-supporting Ancestral Witch Dharma Form appeared. The body of the Dharma Aspect was wreathed in pitch-black baleful aura, and that Gonggong Dharma Aspect glared with wide eyes like an ancient demon god, its aura swallowing the ages.

In an instant, overwhelming power pressed down toward Xuanzang.

Before this power, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would be flattened in an instant, without the slightest ability to resist.

Xuanzang's pressure multiplied, and he shouted, "Kirin Arm!"

As the words fell, the clothing on Xuanzang's upper body exploded into powder. His well-proportioned muscles seemed to be cast in molten copper, flowing with brilliant light. One could see veins slightly protruding, and as strands of Law power circulated, a Kirin appeared faintly on his right shoulder.

The sky-piercing blood energy was like a furnace of heaven and earth, continuously steaming. Behind him, the phantom of Shiqilin manifested, and not only that, but a black Ancestral Dragon roared toward the nine heavens.

At this moment, one could see a Kirin appearing on Xuanzang's shoulder and an Ancestral Dragon appearing on his chest. The tattoo-like patterns came to life, emitting a pressure sufficient to awe all spirits.

Xuanzang had long since fused the original Ancestral Blood of Shiqilin and the Ancestral Dragon, thus possessing the power of two heaven and earth hegemons. Although it was not his original form, when added to Xuanzang's own power, it was enough to reach a terrifying level.

The Shiqilin and Ancestral Dragon behind Xuanzang roared continuously, emitting monstrous pressure. One could see constant visions in heaven and earth, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, with dark clouds pressing down on the summit.

"This is?"

Gonggong was surprised; although the Ancestral Dragon and Shiqilin had already fallen, it did not mean he did not recognize them.

And with the blessing of the two great heaven and earth hegemons, looking again at the tattoo on Xuanzang's chest?

Gonggong actually developed a feeling of being inexplicably awed; this creature was truly too surprising.

This time, the sense of pressure was given to Gonggong.

With such a great commotion, and being so close to Pangu Temple, the other Ancestral Witches who were cultivating woke up one after another.

Figures that could not be looked at directly appeared around Gonggong and Houtu.

Houtu hurriedly sent a voice transmission to explain the ins and outs of the matter, which averted a misunderstanding.

The Ancestral Witches watched curiously, as someone was actually not falling behind in a contest of strength with an Ancestral Witch.

Gonggong's rival, Zhurong, mocked:

"Gonggong, are you useless? As an Ancestral Witch, you are actually unable to achieve an overwhelming victory in strength? You are really losing face for us Ancestral Witches."

Gonggong had been unable to win for a long time and was already put in a bad mood by Xuanzang. Now, being mocked by Zhurong, he was instantly furious and roared:

"Zhurong, shut your mouth. If you want to fight, just say so."

"Hehe, fight then. I have never been a coward. Let's go," Zhurong retorted.

Facing the aura of the eleven Ancestral Witches, Wang Wu, Anlan, and the Demon Lord trembled in fear, feeling as if the world had split open, as if they would fall into an abyss in the next second.

"Gonggong, you are distracted."

"Great Might Heavenly Dragon!"

"God Elephant Prison Suppressing!"

Xuanzang directly fused the two techniques into his right arm, and the massive power erupted like water from a breached dam.

One could hear the Great Luo Dragon roar, the Kirin trample the earth, and the God Elephant roar at the heavens. With the three powers combined, Xuanzang's arm transformed into a hand of the Great Dao, pressing Gonggong down with the force of a landslide.

Boom!

With this strike, more than half of Buzhou Mountain could hear an invisible tremor of great power, and the terrifying fluctuations rippled out endlessly.

Gonggong was dumbfounded. He had lost. He lost?

The Ancestral Witches were astonished; someone was actually able to surpass Gonggong in strength.

This person's cultivation was so profound; where on earth did he come from?

"Lost? Are you useless!" Zhurong mocked out of the blue.

Gonggong was extremely concerned with face and had a very strong sense of self-esteem. Especially having lost in front of so many Ancestral Witches, he no longer had the face to face heaven and earth.

Xuanzang had no choice; facing such an opponent, he could not hold back.

The light faded from Gonggong's eyes. His gaze suddenly caught sight of the heaven-supporting pillar of Buzhou Mountain, his eyes became suddenly resolute, and he said loudly:

"I, the Ancestral Witch Gonggong, have lost today. Even if I die, I will not live in disgrace; I will not lose the face of the Ancestral Witches."

"Father God, I am coming to accompany you."

As the words fell, Gonggong charged directly toward Buzhou Mountain.

"???" Buzhou Mountain.

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