Chapter 104: Houtu is Truly a Virtuous Helper

"Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Seeing Zhurong's flying figure, Tianwu roared repeatedly.

They were transformed from the Essence Blood of the Father God, the only Pangu Orthodox on the Great Desolate land.

Mount Buzhou stood tall between heaven and earth, and only they, the Wu Clan, were unaffected by its might; how could it have become like this?

With a roar of rage, Tianwu's burly Ancestral Witch Body also slammed forward fiercely.

Many other figures remained, all following closely behind, charging viciously toward Mount Buzhou.

Boom! A faint ripple emanated from Mount Buzhou, and the group of Ancestral Witches rushing over were all violently swept away.

After shattering layers of space, they smashed heavily into the void.

Let alone hitting Mount Buzhou, they found it difficult even to get close.

Standing dazed on the spot, the Ancestral Witch Dijiang looked at the towering Heavenly Pillar before him, his soul seemingly lost.

The former faith of the Wu Clan, the Heavenly Pillar of Mount Buzhou that the Ancestral Witches took such pride in, was now treating them this way.

"How could it be like this? How could it be like this?" Dijiang's low, guttural roar echoed, his eyes radiating a violent aura.

Seeing that Xuanming and the others still wanted to charge at Mount Buzhou, Dijiang hurriedly shouted to stop them.

Such a great commotion had already drawn the tribesmen from afar to approach.

If the tribesmen were to learn of this situation, Dijiang would have no idea how to face them.

On the Great Desolate land, they considered themselves Pangu Orthodox and took pride in it; now, catching sight of Zhurong and the others rushing over from afar, Dijiang suppressed the panic in his heart: "Go back!"

He did not know what had happened, but such a matter must absolutely not spread.

Otherwise, not only would they be unable to face all their tribesmen, but the Ancestral Witches would also be unable to gain a foothold on the Great Desolate land.

Their identity, once a source of pride, had turned into this; the ten thousand races would surely sneer at the Ancestral Witches.

Fortunately, the third sermon at Purple Heaven Palace was about to begin, and there were no Innate Sacred on the Great Desolate land; at least for now, only the Ancestral Witches knew of this situation.

"Big Brother! It's all that damned stone man; we should have smashed him to death!" Zhurong's chest heaved violently, his eyes spitting out materialized killing intent.

He attributed everything entirely to Tian Yuan.

If not for Tian Yuan, their little sister would still be here, the Father God's heart would still be here, and they would still be the only Pangu Orthodox on the Great Desolate land.

It was all this Stone Man of Buzhou Mountain; ever since Tian Yuan appeared, so many things had happened.

"Go back!"

Facing the pairs of furious gazes before him, Dijiang's eyes were also filled with malevolence.

Just now, the Ten Great Ancestral Witches had arrived together, only to be easily swept away by Mount Buzhou.

That heaven-and-earth might was simply not something they could resist; trying more would be useless.

Dijiang's materialized gaze made the many Ancestral Witches before him tremble.

The air began to grow incomparably oppressive; Xuanming glared hatefully at Tian Yuan in the distance, then turned and fled toward the tribe.

The remaining Zhurong and others followed closely behind with roars and shouts, yet they did not defy Dijiang's will.

Although they were angry, panicked, and even afraid in their hearts, they still obeyed their Big Brother's instructions.

Tian Yuan, who had been excited on Mount Buzhou, frowned, his expression turning somewhat solemn.

In his vision, as the Ancestral Witches grew furious, dense Tribulation Qi gathered between heaven and earth, and thick Blood Fiend Qi spilled out from the void, circling around them.

Yet the many Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, seemed not to notice.

"The more irritable the Ancestral Witches are, the more they attract the Blood Fiend Qi drifting between heaven and earth?" Tian Yuan whispered softly, a trace of doubt between his brows.

The Wu Clan tempered their physical bodies with the malevolent Qi of heaven and earth; after the Witch-Demon Calamity, Humanity Luck would naturally gather, so it could be said that the Ancestral Witches might see their strength increase greatly.

Was it the will of heaven, or was it to balance the Witch and Demon Clans? Or perhaps it was to defend against him? Watching the disappearing Dijiang, Tian Yuan looked up toward the direction of Chaos.

Earlier, while he was hiding on Mount Buzhou, that person might not have been aware of his existence. But as the Witch-Demon Calamity progressed, Hongjun must have already discovered him.

However, after just a glance, Tian Yuan did not pay it any mind.

With Houtu and Gonggong gone, the remaining Ancestral Witches could not stir up any trouble.

Mount Buzhou was already in an invincible position; once the Earthly Dao and Humanity fully recovered, the role of the Wu Clan would gradually diminish.

One must know that the Pangu Heart still existed within the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space.

Once the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk was repaired and the Underworld was established, gestating the Wu Clan would be an easy task.

Sweeping a glance at the Wu Clan tribe in the distance, now shrouded in thick Blood Fiend Qi, Tian Yuan's figure slowly disappeared from Mount Buzhou; he was somewhat curious about how many Wu clansmen Houtu had captured for him.

Inside Pangu Temple, the ten Ancestral Witches including Dijiang stood tall, each radiating a violent aura.

The air they puffed out from their mouths was almost enough to tear the space before them to shreds.

No one spoke; the gazes of Xuanming and the other Ancestral Witches were all fixed on Dijiang.

Houtu had returned, and they had originally thought there would be some good news, but they had not expected it to be another plea for them to abandon the Great Desolate world.

They were Pangu Orthodox; how could the Father God's world be handed over to a group of Demons to rule?

The Ancestral Witches were angry, annoyed, resentful of Houtu, and hateful toward the stone man on Mount Buzhou.

Yet after Houtu swept away a portion of the tribesmen, things had evolved into this.

Their hearts were in a panic, angry at Houtu's betrayal, and mixed with a trace of fear they were unwilling to admit.

The wings on Dijiang's back fluttered repeatedly, and he shouted with slight irritation: "Wait here, no one is allowed to move!"

Then, without waiting for Xuanming and the others to reply, his figure vanished instantly.

When he appeared again, Dijiang had already arrived at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Looking at Mount Buzhou, which still radiated rolling heavenly might, Dijiang felt his heart grow uneasy.

He hesitated for a long time before slowly walking toward the Mount Buzhou that was within arm's reach. This time, he restrained his manic aura and approached the Heavenly Pillar with his usual piety.

Taking a step, he landed on Mount Buzhou.

A familiar aura, accompanied by vast and boundless heavenly might, descended and pressed down upon him.

He did not know what it felt like for the Demon Race to step onto Mount Buzhou, but at this moment, Dijiang felt the Father God's pressure firsthand.

"Why? Why?" Dijiang roared hoarsely, unwilling to believe the scene before his eyes.

In the past, they were not affected in the slightest on Mount Buzhou, but now they could actually feel its might.

The Ancestral Witches had clearly done nothing; they only wanted to govern the world left behind by Father God. What wrong had they committed?

Of all things and spirits in the Primordial World, only the Wu Clan does not worship Heaven or revere Earth, honoring only Pangu; only they offer sacrifices to Father God. Why, then, have they been abandoned now?

The aura on Dijiang's body began to turn violent, his eyes filled with madness.

But before he could make any move, an irresistible force swept out, and Dijiang was sent flying off Mount Buzhou.

"Roar!"

Tumbling through the air, Dijiang roared at the sky, shattering layers of space.

In the exploding void, a dense Blood Fiend Qi emerged, surging toward him and completely engulfing him.

Dijiang gasped for breath violently; with every inhalation and exhalation, he swallowed the crimson Blood Fiend into his belly.

The four wings on his back had turned blood-red at some unknown moment, emitting a sinister red light as they vibrated rapidly in the void.

"There is no mistake, the Ancestral Witches are not wrong; only the Wu Clan can govern the Primordial World!" A hoarse voice filled with madness came forth, and the aura on Dijiang's body became increasingly deranged.

Glaring fiercely at Mount Buzhou in the distance, he plunged headlong into Pangu Temple.

Tian Yuan, who had entered the will-space of Mount Buzhou, was unaware that Dijiang had returned.

But even if he had known, Tian Yuan would not have cared much.

The might of Mount Buzhou was already established; no one in the Primordial World could knock it down.

As long as Mount Buzhou remained, the Primordial World would not decline, and he would only grow stronger.

Arriving at the Main Vein being purified by the Wu Clan, Houtu was in the midst of it, with Great Witches like Houyi and Kuafu standing nearby, and a dense crowd of the Wu Clan standing in the distance.

Seeing Tian Yuan appear, Houtu immediately walked up to greet him. "Dao Brother!"

The Ancestral Witches were acting willfully; having gone to the tribe this time, Houtu was even more worried about the safety of the clansmen outside.

Houyi and the others seemed to know the situation outside as well; they were no longer as resistant toward Tian Yuan as before and cupped their hands in salute.

Tian Yuan did not mind, withdrawing his gaze from the group of Great Witches and nodding in response to Houtu.

Thinking of the manic Dijiang and the others, Houtu asked hurriedly, "Have my Big Brothers caused any trouble?"

Her brothers would not listen to reason; at the time, she had only thought of saving some clansmen and, in passing, capturing some Wu people for Tian Yuan to clear and purify the Earth Vein, so she had not thought much about it.

Afterward, however, she worried that the Ancestral Witches might do something crazy, such as knocking down Mount Buzhou.

If such a thing were to happen, the Wu Clan would become the sinners of the Primordial World.

Fortunately, Tian Yuan appeared shortly after, which made Houtu feel a little relieved.

"It is nothing! They have already returned to Pangu Temple." Tian Yuan waved his hand, not detailing the changes in the Ancestral Witches.

His gaze, however, turned to the Wu people Houtu had captured; a rough scan showed there were tens of millions of them, and there were even over twenty Great Witches at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Many had fallen in the Witch-Demon War, many had been captured by Tian Yuan earlier, and more crucially, the Pangu Heart had been lost; from now on, every one lost is one less, so it was no wonder Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches were furious.

Without clansmen, what would they use to govern the Primordial World?

These Wu people were clearly different from the other Wu clansmen in the Earth Vein; their bodies were shrouded in a violent aura, their eyes were filled with madness, and they looked murderous.

Even now, suppressed by Houtu's Ancestral Witch Body, their agitation could still be clearly felt.

Not to mention Great Witches like Houyi and Xingtian, even ordinary Wu clansmen in the Earth Vein could see their abnormality.

Many Wu people's gazes drifted toward them, their expressions full of confusion.

Hearing this, a flash of sadness crossed Houtu's eyes.

The Ancestral Witches were born in Pangu Temple, and the Wu Clan prided themselves on being Pangu Orthodox, yet they had never brought any benefit to this world.

Now that they had found the mission of the Wu Clan, her many brothers relied on their status as Pangu Orthodox, acting arbitrarily and refusing to listen to any advice.

"Sigh!"

Houtu let out a soft sigh, her gaze sweeping over Kuafu and the others nearby, and she immediately shouted, "What are you still waiting for? Why don't you go and dredge and purify the Earth Vein?"

Houtu naturally saw the changes in Kuafu and the others, but it was far from enough.

Tian Yuan had helped the Wu Clan so much, yet these fellows did not know how to be grateful at all.

Dredging and purifying the Earth Vein could not only improve their own strength but also benefit the Primordial World. Such a noble task, yet they dared to harbor resentment; they truly deserved a beating.

Sweeping across those figures, Houtu wanted to give them all a sound thrashing.

"Ah???" Kuafu, who was standing there, was stunned; why was the usually gentle Ancestral Witch angry at him?

Xingtian was experienced and immediately turned to leave; Houyi and the remaining Great Witches followed closely behind.

Seeing the actions of his many brothers, Kuafu hurriedly trotted forward, and suddenly the entire Earth Vein was filled with rumbling sounds.

Tian Yuan, waiting in the middle, felt his eyes light up slightly, his heart filled with joy.

Houtu's words were much more effective than his own; from now on, the work of dredging and purifying the Earth Vein could be entirely entrusted to her to lead.

A perfect, virtuous helper! (End of chapter)