Chapter 263

Staying on this primordial spiritual root is beneficial for the Jin Wu's growth.

It can not only maintain cosmic fortune but also refine Jin Wu bloodline, making the blood of Di Jun's son even purer.

As the first batch of Da Ri Jin Wu, Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi had the most potent bloodlines.

That is precisely why.

As the first batch of Da Ri Jin Wu, by following the standard path of cultivation, they became Zhun Sheng experts.

In this regard, their innate talent and foundation were on par with the Three Pure Ones, Zhen Yuanzi, and others.

Di Jun and his peers were also confident in this point; otherwise, how could they have founded the vast Yao Clan and ruled over it?

In fact.

Many do not know that Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi had another ambition.

That was to attain the Dao and become a Hunyuan Da Luo expert.

If they defeated the Wu Clan ruled by the Zu Wu and placed the Yao Clan in command of the entire Honghuang realm, Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi would gain Heavenly Dao merit and attain the Hunyuan Da Luo realm.

This ambition grew even firmer in Di Jun's heart after the Three Pure Ones and others all became Sheng.

Ruling the Yao Clan was merely a means to an end.

Thus, for Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi, the Yao Clan was still necessary.

Let's set that aside for now.

When Jiuying discovered that this surge of spiritual energy resembled the Fusang Tree, he was filled with shock and joy.

He was shocked that such a top-tier spiritual root could appear.

He was joyful because, in his estimation, he was not far from that top-tier spiritual root.

With just a little time, he could reach that place.

Of course, if he went there to seize the top-tier spiritual root, it would delay his journey to the Heavenly Court, and if the Zu Wu discovered this situation, they might soon catch up.

In that case.

It would be somewhat dangerous for Jiuying.

"By common logic, even if the Zu Wu discovered it, they shouldn't arrive this quickly," Jiuying muttered to himself.

This time, when descending from the Heavenly Court, he did not approach the Wu tribes near Buzhou Mountain.

Because the closer one gets to Buzhou Mountain, the stronger the Wu tribes become.

Not to mention the Zu Wu, even Great Luo Jinxian-level Wu clans exist.

If Jiuying were fighting Wu tribes there, even a single Great Luo Jinxian could tie him down, matching his combat power.

Perhaps his cultivation base is among the top Great Luo Jinxian.

But even an ordinary Great Luo-level Wu can stand against these top-tier Great Luo cultivators.

That is the strength of the Wu Clan.

Not to mention that if trapped by a Great Luo Jinxian Wu, Jiuying would have no chance to escape once the Zu Wu arrived.

After all, this incursion into the Wu Clan, slaughtering Wu, was not ordered by Ye Tiandi Di Jun or Dong Huang Taiyi.

It was merely Jiuying's own desire to vent his killing lust.

That's why he chose a remote Wu tribe to strike.

Normally, after completing this mission, Jiuying would leave for the Yao Clan Heavenly Court.

In that case, even if the Zu Wu had already arrived, they wouldn't catch up to him.

But now, Jiuying has discovered a top-tier spiritual root rivaling the Fusang Tree.

That is a top-tier treasure even many other Yao Shen do not possess.

If he obtains such a top-tier spiritual root, Jiuying might use it to break through his own restrictions and become a Zhun Sheng expert.

Zhun Sheng, in the Heavenly Court's Yao Shen hierarchy, ranks among the top.

Currently, Jiuying is one of the Heavenly Court's Yao Shen, yet in the ranking of Yao Shen strength, he is nearly at the bottom.

Under these circumstances, Jiuying cannot accept it.

Now that such an opportunity lies before him, if he leaves without seizing it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"I'll risk it," Jiuying's eyes hardened with resolve.

Now, if he rushes there at absolute speed, seizes the primordial spiritual root, and immediately heads for the Heavenly Court, he should have enough time.

"Boom…"

Jiuying's thousand-zhang body transformed into a streak of bloodlight and vanished instantly from this realm.

His speed was astonishingly fast.

It was like seeing a sudden explosion before one's eyes, then nothing.

The speed of a Great Luo Jinxian Yao clan member, fully unleashed, is far beyond what Jin Xian-level Wu can comprehend.

Worried the Zu Wu might arrive, Jiuying, as a Great Luo Jinxian, wasted no time.

His battle with the Wu Clan would inevitably leave traces during combat.

The only question is how fast the Zu Wu might arrive.

Of course, it might also be a Great Luo-level Wu who comes.

If so, Jiuying felt no need to worry about his life.

But regardless.

Jiuying still preferred to prepare for the worst.

So he rushed at maximum speed toward the location where the astonishing spiritual light had erupted.

"The leader is dead. What should we do?" One Wu clan member clenched his fist, looking resentful as he watched Jiuying depart.

He felt no sense of survival at Jiuying's departure.

If he could choose, he would rather die fighting the Jiuying.

But many of the Wu tribe had died, and their chieftain was dead too—only a few of them remained, leaving their hearts heavy with complexity.

As members of the Wu tribe, they would rather die in battle.

Than live on like this.

But now that the Great Luo demon clan's Jiuying had left, what could they do?

Not only was there a gap in strength—just the speed alone, watching Jiuying depart, gave them not the slightest chance to chase after him.

You could say that even if they wanted to die, they could not manage it.

"We…" another Wu tribesman looked at the ruined ruins of their tribe and whispered, "let's go to the nearest tribe and join them. Our tribe is finished."

"Those damned demon clan bastards," a young Wu tribesman slammed his fist hard into the ground—he truly could not accept it.

"Sigh…" the Wu tribesman patted the young man's shoulder and sighed, "we will defeat those demon clan scum. We must strengthen ourselves, and then kill that demon Jiuying."

"Enough. Handle the bodies of our people, then prepare to leave."

The demon clan Jiuying had already departed; staying here any longer would serve no purpose. Now they could only do what little they could.

Moments later.

As these few Wu tribesmen were gathering their people's corpses, a beam of light descended from the void.

It was a woman clad in white robes, yet she radiated an utterly terrifying aura—pure malevolence.

Her gaze swept over the dead Wu tribesmen, filled with a hint of fury and ice-cold wrath.

Clearly, the woman knew these Wu had been slain by demons.

This woman was none other than Zuwu Sister Houtu.

Sister Houtu, the Zuwu, had once dwelled in a tribe some distance from this one, but as a Semi-Sage, she had sensed what transpired here.

And so, she had rushed here at astonishing speed.

But she had arrived too late—the Wu had already been slaughtered in great number.

Upon her arrival, the Wu tribesmen, initially startled, immediately knelt in reverence.

"We pay homage to Sister Houtu, my lord."

Yes, these Wu tribesmen recognized the beautiful woman before them as Sister Houtu, one of the Twelve Zuwu.

She was among the most supreme warriors of the Wu tribe.

The object of worship for every Wu.

Sister Houtu, the Zuwu, may not have been among the earliest born of the Twelve Zuwu, yet her combat prowess was terrifyingly formidable.

During the ancient wars between Wu and demon clans, Sister Houtu's raw, explosive attacks had shattered countless demons.

In truth, her strength among the Zuwu ranked among the very top.

Thus, even the other Zuwu would still listen when Sister Houtu spoke.