Chapter 41: Gonggong's Confusion

At the mouth of the canyon, several members of the Wu Clan waited anxiously.

Who would have thought that in no time at all, a miserable scream echoed from the valley, and a massive figure came flying out backward.

They did not see clearly who it was, only a gargantuan axe falling and crashing down not far away.

The earth trembled slightly, kicking up thick dust; it was the weapon of that Great Witch from just a moment ago!

Doubt filled the hearts of the Wu clansmen, and they immediately turned their heads to look into the valley, when suddenly, a vast pressure bore down upon them.

Thump, thump—the Wu clansmen were pressed flat against the ground, where a figure could be vaguely seen.

With a python's head and a human body, draped in black scales, stepping on a black dragon, and with a green python coiled around his arm, he was shrouded in rolling Malevolent Qi.

An Ancestral Witch! It is Gonggong, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The few people prostrate on the ground hurriedly offered their greetings respectfully: "We pay our respects to Ancestral Witch Gonggong!"

Their strength was weak; even if they were fortunate enough to see an Ancestral Witch, it was usually only from afar, so how could they have ever felt one at such close range?

The surging life-blood and the Blood Fiend Qi permeating the air made their entire bodies tremble.

As soon as the words fell, the few felt their bodies tighten, and they were already being roughly grabbed and lifted up by a large hand.

The pitch-black scales shimmered with a cold light, with wisps of black energy circulating within them, soul-stirring and chilling.

The few Wu clansmen lowered their heads, not daring to look up at all.

"What has happened to the Houtu Tribe?" Gonggong asked with a sunken face, his eyes filled with suspicion.

They were indeed members of the Houtu Tribe, but he had only visited a thousand years ago; how could an accident possibly have occurred?

The two Great Witches under Houtu's command were among the best in the entire Wu Clan.

Even a Demon Race member at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm could not do anything to them, so how could they have gone missing for no reason?

Moreover, if a Great Witch were to die, an Ancestral Witch would sense it; this was the reason he had kicked Xingtian away just a moment ago.

Disturbing his meditation was a very serious matter.

Sensing the trembling bodies of the Wu clansmen in his palm, Gonggong slightly restrained his own aura.

One of them gathered their thoughts and, trembling with fear, quickly recounted the matter.

With just a single glance, Gonggong knew the other party was not lying.

"Many Great Witches and ten million clansmen have all disappeared?" Gonggong was startled, feeling a hint of astonishment.

Most of the Wu Clan were born from the Blood Pool; for so many clansmen to die, it would be impossible to avoid the perception of an Ancestral Witch.

He had seen Houyi a thousand years ago, and he had not seen anything unusual in that tribe.

In the distance, Xingtian came running back happily, picked up the axe and shield he had dropped on the ground, and waited quietly to the side.

Gonggong looked toward the Houtu Tribe and spoke indifferently: "Why are you still here?"

"Ah?" Xingtian was stunned, then immediately replied in a loud voice: "The clansmen are in trouble, we should do our part!"

Such a big thing had happened suddenly, and he was also worried about Kuafu, so he wanted to go and take a look.

Gonggong turned his head slightly and glared at Xingtian, his meaning self-evident.

Xingtian's sturdy body tightened, and he scurried off into the distance.

The power of his own Ancestral Witch was too strong; his chest still felt a bit numb.

Gonggong ignored the departing Xingtian and stepped out, the void beneath his feet directly tearing apart.

Before long, he arrived at a tribe under Houtu's jurisdiction.

Just by glancing downward, Gonggong's expression sank slightly; indeed, there were no Wu clansmen above the Golden Immortal realm.

Without stopping, Gonggong dragged those few Wu clansmen along, continuously traversing the void. The doubt on Gonggong's face gradually turned into anger, and pitch-black Malevolent Qi erupted from his body, shattering the surrounding void.

It was truly as the Wu clansmen in his palm had said: all clansmen above the Golden Immortal realm had disappeared.

But with so many clansmen having perished, why did he, as an Ancestral Witch, have no sense of it, and why did the other party leave behind a portion of the clansmen?

Gonggong was truly puzzled! The place where he had previously seen Houyi, a tribe stretching for ten thousand miles, indeed had many fewer figures, and there was no aura of Houyi either.

Dropping the shivering Wu clansmen, the green python coiled around Gonggong's arm plunged into the ground.

Before long, the green python shot out and wrapped around Gonggong's arm. It flicked its tongue, emitting a hissing sound from its mouth.

"A stone man?" Gonggong had a strange expression.

The clansmen of the Houtu Tribe had actually all been captured by a stone man.

Because they had not died, the Ancestral Witches had felt nothing? But why would a stone man capture so many of the Wu Clan? With a sunken face, Gonggong glanced at the little treasure on his shoulder and chose to believe it.

Ignoring the few Wu clansmen on the ground, Gonggong followed the green python's guidance and fled. After a while, however, he frowned.

Mount Buzhou; the destination the green python pointed to was Mount Buzhou. Did that stone man come from Mount Buzhou? Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of the Father God; although it was not as it was at the beginning of the world's creation, it was not something ordinary Demon Race members could climb. What kind of stone man had such ability? The Wu Clan had lived at the foot of Mount Buzhou for many years, and he had never seen any powerful stone man.

Looking at Mount Buzhou, which was close at hand, the green python coiled on his shoulder suddenly began to move about urgently.

With a *swish*, it dived into the ground again, and after a few breaths, it poked its head out and let out a hissing sound.

"Kuafu and Houyi were captured here by that stone man?" Gonggong's face sank, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Ordinary Wu clansmen were one thing, but Kuafu and Houyi were not ordinary Great Witches; could a mere stone man have such ability? Sensing his master's suspicion, the green python hurriedly emitted an urgent sound.

Gonggong looked at it, then looked toward the towering Mount Buzhou before him.

Whether it was true or false, finding that stone man would reveal everything.

As if to prove it was not wrong, the green python straightened its body and soared into the air.

Gonggong stepped forward to follow behind; he wanted to see what kind of creature dared to oppose the Wu Clan.

As Gonggong had expected, the green python scurried onto Mount Buzhou, but the creature's subsequent actions left him somewhat puzzled.

Sniffing here and smelling there, the green python was so anxious it kept burrowing everywhere, with no intention of stopping at all.

Under Gonggong's confused gaze, the green python stopped its body and swam back with its head drooping.

"His aura is everywhere here?"

Gonggong let out a surprised cry and backhanded the green python on the head. "You silly creature, have you cultivated yourself into a fool?"

Right now on Mount Buzhou, how could there possibly be the aura of a stone person everywhere?

The Green Python crawled up with a look of grievance on its face, its eyes filled with clear bewilderment.

Its search was clearly not wrong; every place here had the aura of a stone person, yet it could not find the other party.

It seemed as if that stone person was right beside it, yet it could not grasp the other party.

The Green Python hanging on his arm looked toward the foot of the mountain in confusion. Everything was fine when they were chasing, but things became different once they got onto Mount Buzhou.

Gonggong no longer paid any attention to the pet on his shoulder and strode toward Mount Buzhou.

Only, as time passed, the confusion in Gonggong's heart grew stronger.

He did not sense that Kuafu and the others had perished, but at such a close distance, he likewise did not sense the aura of Houyi.

A Great Witch is different from the ordinary Wu Clan; when they were gestated, they absorbed a trace of the Father God's Essence Blood.

As long as the distance is not too far, as an Ancestral Witch, he can clearly sense them.

(End of this chapter)