Chapter 172: Purgatory of the Northern Water Marsh Dragon Clan

Just like the previous Main Vein, that Main Vein shone with brilliant golden light.

Then, amidst a rumbling sound, it dove directly into the ground and vanished, no longer visible to ordinary people.

Feeling the will continuously gathering from that direction, Tian Yuan took a step and descended from Mount Buzhou.

Just as he landed on that Main Vein, the figure of Houtu appeared in the distance.

"Dao Brother!" she said, hurrying forward to meet him.

Tian Yuan nodded, a smile on his face as he said, "Thanks to the Wu Clan, there is only one Main Vein left in the Eastern Land now."

Hearing this, a smile also blossomed on Houtu's face.

If not for the fact that all their clansmen had been captured in Pangu Temple, such speed would have been impossible; this was also thanks to the Demon Court attacking Mount Buzhou.

"Dao Brother! The Demon Race's purification speed is too slow. I intend to lead some of the Wu Clan to go and purify all the Earth Veins in the East as quickly as possible," Houtu said, stating the purpose of her arrival.

The Eastern Land is the place of fortune for the current Primordial World; if all the Earth Veins in the Eastern Land could be fully cleared, it would bring about tremendous changes, whether for Tian Yuan or for Mount Buzhou.

"This trip is very good, but the Wu Clan is vast in number; you may send a portion to the North."

Tian Yuan naturally had no objections, but he thought of the situation in the North.

He had traveled to the Northern Land before; it was shrouded in a massive Array, with Malevolent Qi rolling within, and not a trace of Earth Veins to be seen.

To repair the Earth Veins of the Northern Land, clearing away that Malevolent Qi was the primary task.

Absorbing Malevolent Qi is the Wu Clan's specialty.

Let a portion of the Wu Clan begin purification from the other end of the Main Vein, and send another portion of the Wu Clan to the North.

Because Tian Yuan had no clue about the work to be done after removing the Malevolent Qi, he naturally had to make plans first.

Houtu pondered for a moment and agreed with Tian Yuan's decision.

As the Lord of the Earthly Dao, Houtu naturally understood the situation in the other directions.

Although the Northern Land did not have flames soaring to the heavens like the South, it had only some Malevolent Qi, yet no trace of any Earth Veins could be seen.

The main work in the North would inevitably be how to make the Earth Veins manifest. And the prerequisite for this was to eliminate the Malevolent Qi.

After discussing with Houtu for a while, Tian Yuan settled his mind and began to mobilize the will of Mount Buzhou.

He committed two-thirds of the Wu Clan to the Main Vein in the East, still led by Houtu for the purification and clearing work.

There were still many of the Demon Race in that Main Vein, so for the sake of caution, it was naturally most secure to leave it to Houtu.

As for the remaining third, he had Gonggong lead them to the Northern Land to absorb the Malevolent Qi entrenched between heaven and earth.

After finishing this, Tian Yuan glanced toward the Southern Land.

To Tian Yuan's surprise, after the incident of the two Demon Emperors attacking, the ten Little Golden Crows were working even harder.

When faith collapses, some people might become dejected, while others can rise against adversity.

Clearly, the ten Little Golden Crows were such beings, and Tian Yuan was very satisfied with this.

The preliminary work in the Southern Land all fell upon these Golden Crows.

Looking up at the patch of faint red interwoven in the firmament, Tian Yuan felt a little melancholy.

The speed at which the Sun Star was manifesting was slower than he had expected.

If Jieyin and Zhunti had not become Saints back then, perhaps the two Demon Emperors of the Demon Court would have already been captured.

With a flash of his figure, Tian Yuan slowly disappeared from the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space.

Gonggong, leading a group of Ancestral Witches and many of the Wu Clan, appeared in the Northern Land of Mount Buzhou.

Just as they appeared, both the Ancestral Witches and the ordinary Wu Clan looked around in astonishment.

What met their eyes this time was not the familiar Earth Veins.

The entire world was desolate; beneath their feet was scorched earth that stretched as far as the eye could see, and Malevolent Qi was rolling and rising between heaven and earth.

"This is a good place for cultivation!" Zhu Jiuyin looked around, his eyes filled with surprise.

He had not been inside for long, but most of the time he had been beaten by stone men; later, apart from that Main Vein, he had not been anywhere else.

Clearing and purifying Earth Veins, although it used various laws to temper the physical body, Malevolent Qi was still the most direct and effective way of cultivation.

This land was also very suitable for their Wu Clan to cultivate.

Gonggong and the other Ancestral Witches beside him nodded repeatedly, their faces full of eagerness.

"Hmph!" Zhurong, Qiangliang, and the third, who had come along, let out a cold snort, their expressions filled with displeasure.

Perhaps because all the Wu Clan had been captured, or because they had witnessed the power of Nuwa, the three Ancestral Witches Zhurong had not been beaten and had now followed Gonggong to the Northern Land.

Glancing at Zhurong and the others, Gonggong did not mind.

Now that all the Wu Clan were here, acceptance was their only choice.

Ancestral Witches were all concerned with face; Gonggong understood them very well and knew that giving them some time to calm down would be enough.

Looking around at the many clansmen in the field, Gonggong's booming voice rang out: "Our skills are inferior to others, and we are helpless, but never forget that we of the Wu Clan are the true Pangu Orthodox. You all must diligently absorb the Malevolent Qi to cultivate and strengthen yourselves so as not to weaken the prestige of Father God."

Compared to the benefits gained from clearing and purifying Earth Veins, simply absorbing the Malevolent Qi before them was more intuitive and easier for the Wu Clan to accept.

Clearing rubble from the Earth Veins was cultivation, but it was also a type of work, whereas this was pure cultivation.

Xingtian and the other Great Witches naturally responded loudly, each leading many clansmen to surge toward the surroundings.

Although the three Ancestral Witches Zhurong, Qiangliang, and Shebishi were dissatisfied with Gonggong's attitude, they also led a group of clansmen to flee into the distance.

Seeing this, Gonggong and the others did not care; he understood the temperaments of his brothers very well.

There was no need to urge them at all; they would certainly all be exerting their full strength to cultivate.

Although it was already completely impossible to defeat Tian Yuan, that did not prevent the Ancestral Witches from fantasizing in their hearts.

After all, a long time ago, and even now, he himself still had such thoughts deep in his heart; this was the pride flowing in the blood of the Wu Clan. Glancing at the towering Heavenly Pillar behind him, Gonggong could not help but sigh softly.

Tian Yuan was so powerful that he could even drive Mount Buzhou, and he had a Saint like Nuwa following him; wanting to defeat him was no different from a pipe dream. The urgent matter at hand was for the Wu Clan to also have a Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.

After dividing the directions with Tianwu and the others, Gonggong also led a portion of the Wu Clan away.

Although the hope was slim, it still had to be striven for; he also had to cultivate diligently.

Led by several Ancestral Witches, the Malevolent Qi gathering in the Northern Land was rapidly diminishing.

In the vast and desolate Northern Land, there lay a wide, boundless marsh.

Its water was greenish and bottomless, with strange black shadows flashing beneath the surface from time to time, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

Deep within the marsh was a separate space, vast and boundless, where giant stone pillars stood tall in the void.

The stone pillars were connected by iron chains, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Suddenly, one of the stone pillars in the middle trembled slightly, and bits of gravel and rust fell off with a pattering sound.

With a loud "Bang!", a low roar echoed out. A massive figure was seen coiling and moving around the stone pillar amidst the thick debris, shattering many loose rocks.

Through the dim vision, a long figure could be vaguely seen coiled around the stone pillar.

Roar! The low roar echoed, and more booming sounds came from the pitch-black void.

On the scattered, towering stone pillars, long figures could be vaguely seen appearing and moving about one by one.

At the center, a heaven-shaking dragon roar suddenly exploded, and in the dim world, a pair of red eyes suddenly stood out.

The eyes were like two scorching suns that had suddenly appeared, blooming with wisps of red light that scattered in all directions.

By the light that dissipated, one could clearly see a massive creature.

A giant dragon with a completely crimson body was coiled around a stone pillar, emitting terrifying fluctuations; it was none other than the Dragon Clan ancestor, Zhulong.

Following Zhulong's dragon roar, the clanking sound of iron chains came.

This legendary younger brother of Zulong was actually bound to that stone pillar.

Seeming not to have moved its body for a long time, Zhulong raised its crimson dragon head high, once again causing the iron chains to clank.

At the same time, on the pitted and gully-filled stone pillars, dense Dao Patterns emerged, especially on the iron chains wrapping around Zhulong.

The iron chains were pulled taut; they did not look thick, yet there was no sign of them breaking.

Seeing the iron locks on its body, Zhulong let out another angry roar.

Ang! A heaven-shaking sound rang out, accompanied by Gungun red light surging forth, radiating toward the entire dim void.

The stone pillars were clearly visible; each pillar had a long figure coiled around it, all of them members of the Dragon Clan, and all were likewise bound by iron locks.

And in the more distant void, there were also many stone pillars standing silently.

Many had long since collapsed, standing alone and desolate, exuding a sense of bleakness.

Ang, ang, ang! Successive dragon roars exploded, filled with anger, unwillingness, and endless fury.

On the clanking iron chains, many Dao Patterns emerged; not a single dragon could break free.

After the collective vibration, there was an unusual silence; many dragons lay coiled on the stone pillars, many showing weak expressions.

"Ancestor! The Array has loosened!" An aged voice sounded, echoing in the void.

Following those words, the many dragons coiled on the stone pillars all looked toward Zhulong in the very center.

Roar! Little did they know, before Zhulong could speak, a roar came from the dim void below.

Amidst the angry roar, thick black mist could be vaguely seen surging, rolling toward the stone pillars above.

Almost at the same time, array patterns emerged on the many stone pillars, and a mysterious Array manifested beneath them.

Many of the awakened dragons immediately sank down, and quite a few began to twitch slightly, seemingly enduring immense pain.

The remaining dragons were accustomed to this and did not change much, only their eyes filled with sorrow.

Zhulong gently raised its dragon head, its pair of eyes seemingly wanting to pierce through the void to see the stars in the sky.

They had been suppressed here for countless years, and no one knew what the situation was like outside.

"Yinglong!"

After a long while, a gentle voice sounded.

Suddenly, a young man in green robes leaped out from among the many stone pillars and landed steadily in front of Zhulong's stone pillar.

The young man cupped his hands and said respectfully: "Uncle!"

Zhulong slowly moved its body, looking down at the man in front of it, its eyes full of affection.

"The Great Calamity has begun in heaven and earth; perhaps this is a good opportunity for you to leave this place of suffering."

Hearing this, Yinglong immediately spoke: "Uncle, the many clan elders..."

Unfortunately, before the words were finished, Zhulong interrupted with a shout: "These are your clansmen here, and those in the Great Desolate are also your clansmen!"

"That's right! We don't know how long we've been trapped; we should let as many leave as possible!"

"Although our Dragon Clan is burdened by karma, we do not deserve this!"

"We do not deserve this!"

Sound after sound echoed, all revealing grief and indignation.

Yinglong stood where he was, his expression dim, yet he was helpless.

(End of this chapter)