Chapter 15: My Clan Is Destined to Unify the Primordial World

"To have such results in less than a hundred years is truly marvelous." Tian Yuan stood upon the sacred mountain, beaming with joy.

The Earth Vein pouring into the Wu Clan was golden and brilliant, far brighter than the tens of thousands of Earth Veins of the Demon Race.

According to his estimation, in fifty years at most, this Branch Vein would be completely purified and cleared.

One must know, the number of Wu Clan members he invested in that Branch Vein was far fewer than the Demon Race.

A hundred-plus years of time is practically nothing in the Primordial world.

Let alone cultivation, a creature in the immortal realm might take a nap longer than that.

The Wu Clan is indeed an absolute master at combing through Earth Veins.

If this speed continues, and with him constantly capturing more Wu Clan members, all one hundred and eight Branch Veins of the Eastern Land could be cleared in tens of thousands of years.

Although the three Main Veins are incomparably vast and span the entire Eastern Land, Tian Yuan still has great confidence.

Gazing with anticipation at the many Earth Veins, Tian Yuan's figure faded from the Consciousness Space.

Beneath Mount Buzhou, Tian Yuan constantly shuttled through the underground, flying rapidly toward the distance.

He had visited almost all the surrounding tribes. However, there were no large tribes; the largest was only the ten-thousand-person tribe he encountered last time, and the rest were all in the thousands.

The tribes of the Wu Clan are far apart, and due to the conquest of the Primordial world, the rear is almost entirely women and children.

Right now, if one wants to find tribes, one can only keep heading toward the East.

Tian Yuan had also captured Wu people below the Golden Immortal realm, but he discovered that although they were equally unafraid of the Free-roaming Will in the air, the effect of clearing the Earth Veins was almost non-existent.

As for the tribes under the jurisdiction of other Ancestral Witches, Tian Yuan still resisted the plan to go there.

The unexpected joy of the Wu Clan and the speed of clearing the Earth Veins far exceeded his imagination; there was no need to take this risk.

He would at most spend some time traveling; being targeted by an Ancestral Witch would be a big problem.

Of course, once he steps into the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, there will be no need for these many scruples.

After flying for a month, Tian Yuan spotted a medium-sized tribe of about five thousand Wu people, though only half were at the Golden Immortal realm, and two were at the Taiyi realm.

He unleashed the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and all Wu people above the Golden Immortal realm were captured.

Ignoring the panicked Wu people in the tribe below, Tian Yuan continued to dash forward.

The back-and-forth travel was a bit far, so naturally, he couldn't just do this one job. These guys are all at the Golden Immortal realm; they won't starve to death anyway.

Standing on the mountain peak, Tian Yuan opened his mouth and inhaled, and the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil turned into rosy light and disappeared into his mouth. "Whew! It's about time."

He had been out for decades this time, and he reckoned that the Branch Vein was about to be cleared.

However, Tian Yuan was not very satisfied with this operation.

He encountered many Wu Clan tribes along the way, some even stretching for dozens of miles, but there were not many Wu people among them, and their strength was not very powerful.

Tian Yuan guessed that it was because most of the Wu people were out conquering the four directions, leaving the middle as a vacuum zone.

The powerful Wu Clan members were all at the very front.

As Tian Yuan thought about this, his figure suddenly shook, and he immediately looked up into the distance.

At the end of his line of sight, the Heavenly Pillar stood tall, making a rumbling sound and emitting a rolling might.

Another Branch Vein had been cleared and purified! "It's actually faster than I imagined!" Tian Yuan exclaimed.

Rolling laws and spiritual energy poured into the mountain peak beneath his feet, but he did not step into the late stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

The higher the Dao attainment, the greater the difference between each realm, which was within Tian Yuan's expectations.

He estimated that after purifying one more Earth Vein, he would be able to break through his current realm.

Touching his chest, which was blooming with nine-colored light, Tian Yuan's figure escaped into the soil and rushed toward Mount Buzhou.

The Nine Heavens Breathing Soil could gradually recover; besides him gnawing on heavenly treasures to nourish it, it naturally also relied on the help of Mount Buzhou. In the distant Eastern Land, within a mountain forest stretching for tens of thousands of miles, dense, simple stone houses were scattered everywhere.

Many figures walked by; they looked strange and varied, and their bodies were of different sizes.

Among them, on a ten-thousand-foot peak, a hundred-foot-tall burly giant stood; he looked up toward the direction of Mount Buzhou, his eyes full of reverence.

Standing on the giant's shoulder was a figure a foot tall, resembling the later Human Race, but with six arms and four eyes.

Golden light sprayed from the two pairs of eyes, as if seeing through billions of spaces, converging on that Heavenly Pillar, Mount Buzhou.

The man adjusted the quiver on his back and said in a gentle voice: "Mount Buzhou moves; it is time for our Wu Clan to unify the Primordial world!"

Being so far away, he could still clearly feel the might of Mount Buzhou.

"The ten thousand races are weak; how can they compare to our Wu Clan." The giant spoke, like rolling thunder exploding, shaking the clouds in the sky until they shattered.

In just a short thousand years, strange phenomena had appeared on Mount Buzhou one after another, all manifesting that the Wu Clan was about to flourish.

Mount Buzhou was transformed from Father God's spine, representing their Wu Clan.

In the Primordial world, only their Wu Clan is the Pangu Orthodox! "Once the Ancestral Witches return, the Primordial world will be entirely in the hands of our clan." The giant spoke again, not putting the ten thousand races of the Primordial world in his eyes at all.

Coming from the foot of Mount Buzhou, there was little resistance along the way, and the ten thousand races all retreated.

They fled to the seas, fled to the Primordial Starry Sky, and did not dare to look directly at the edge of the Wu Clan.

The ten thousand races are merely food for their Wu Clan.

The man listening looked up, his gaze fixed on the firmament, his expression somewhat solemn.

That day, he also heard the Dao sound that sang throughout the entire Primordial world. That might was far above him, not even the Ancestral Witches could compare.

Seeming to sense the man's movement, the giant also looked toward Chaos, a trace of rare caution appearing between his brows.

Becoming a Saint? Is that a realm after the Great Luo Golden Immortal? Perhaps only when the several Ancestral Witches return will it be clear.

The two did not speak again, just looking far away at Mount Buzhou on the horizon, their expressions reverent.

At this moment, in that Consciousness Space, within the cleared Earth Vein.

Colorful clouds were dazzling, auspicious energy rose, and rich golden light swept over their bodies.

Many Wu Clan members who were irritably searching in the Earth Vein all stopped their steps, looking at their own bodies in shock.

The golden light that swept past strengthened their physical bodies, and strands of laws poured into their bodies.

From entering this place, it had only been a hundred-plus years, and their strength had greatly increased.

"Tian Yuan! Come out!" Wuman jumped out of the Earth Vein, shouting angrily at the top of his lungs.

Just moments ago, he had broken through to the mid-stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

Although he was only able to break through because of Tian Yuan, Wuman would never forget the scene at the foot of the mountain.

Now that he had finally broken through one Essence Refining Stage, he wanted to reclaim his lost face.

There were many who shared Wuman's thoughts, and everywhere people were shouting the stone man's name, wanting to fight him.

Yet beneath the gray firmament, there was no movement at all, only the echoes of their own angry roars.

Just as the crowd of the Wu Clan was seething with rage, Mysterious Yellow Qi rose up from beneath their feet, surrounding them one by one.

The aura emanating from it, however, caused all of their expressions to change in great shock.

The aura of Father God! Before the many members of the Wu Clan could even recover from their shock, they saw a flash of rosy light before their eyes, and they appeared in another place.

Wuman scanned his surroundings, and his expression changed repeatedly in an instant.

Another Earth Vein! Is this the stone man's doing, or... (End of this chapter)