Chapter 44: Brotherly Love, Fists and Feet Combined

Gonggong appeared where the stone man had vanished, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

Just as before, there were no fluctuations of magic power, nor any traces of laws.

The green python that had darted down slithered back and forth on the ground, its eyes filled with fury.

That detestable stone man had escaped from the Ancestral Witch's hands and actually dared to return to mock him.

Yet, no matter how it searched, it discovered nothing.

Impatient, the green python opened its mouth and spat out a stream of Essence Blood.

The Essence Blood gathered where Tian Yuan had vanished and vibrated violently, then exploded with a boom, turning into a sky full of blood mist that rapidly spread to the surroundings.

The green python widened its eyes, staring blankly at the change before it. With so much blood mist, where was it supposed to search?

Standing still for a long while, Gonggong turned and fled toward Pangu Temple.

The matter of the stone man could be set aside, but the anomaly on Mount Buzhou absolutely had to be reported to Big Brother.

As an Ancestral Witch, he had just tried to communicate with Mount Buzhou, only to find it completely useless.

That a mere stone man could stir the will of Mount Buzhou while a dignified Ancestral Witch could not was simply too absurd.

In the yellow, hazy world, Xingtian roared and bellowed.

The shield and axe in his hands shattered patches of the void, but what emerged from within was still yellow earth.

Before his eyes, it was as if a world constructed of yellow mud existed, everywhere inside and out.

The internal world of this magic treasure was even more powerful than he had imagined; even his Great Witch body was powerless to break through it.

Just at this moment, Xingtian felt a powerful force surging from all around, and wisps of golden light appeared ahead.

Suddenly seeing a flash of rosy light before him, Xingtian didn't even have time to check his surroundings before he looked forward in astonishment.

A burly, massive figure was charging wildly through the golden spiritual energy.

Beside it was another petite figure; it was the missing Kuafu and Houyi.

"Roar! Kuafu, you aren't dead?" Xingtian was overjoyed and hurriedly rushed forward.

Xingtian truly hadn't expected to be able to encounter Kuafu and the others.

Kuafu and the three others immediately turned their heads to look, and upon seeing it was Xingtian, their hearts were all secretly angry.

Another Great Witch had been captured; that stone man Tian Yuan was truly too detestable.

Facing the excited, rushing Xingtian, Kuafu let out a cold snort, then asked in a muffled voice: "Were you also captured by that stone man?"

Hearing this, Xingtian's expression immediately turned angry, and he remembered that detestable stone man.

He danced the shield and axe in his hands, ready to go find the stone man, but immediately exclaimed loudly: "Is that stone man the fellow the Ancestral Witch Lord is looking for?"

Hearing this, Houyi's eyes lit up instantly, and he flew over.

"The Ancestral Witch Lord already knows?"

This space was truly too mysterious, not just the Earth Vein before them, but also the distant Mount Buzhou, which radiated the rich will of the Father God.

A mere thousand years of time was worth more than his past ten thousand years of bitter cultivation.

If the Ancestral Witch could capture Tian Yuan, they would know the secrets of this space, and at that time, their Wu Clan would surely rise in truth.

Kuafu and that other Great Witch also quickly gathered around.

Being captured by a stone man made them feel very aggrieved, but they couldn't find the other party, leaving them with nowhere to vent their anger.

Although his mind was still full of doubts, Xingtian still recounted his trip to the temple in detail.

"The legendary Law of War, no wonder he is called the God of War Xingtian!" Looking at the pitch-black stone man before him, Tian Yuan was very satisfied.

The Law of War of the Chaos Demon God—living by war!

He had captured a total of four Great Witches, manifesting the four laws of space, force, madness, and war; conversely, the Earth Law he mastered himself was the most ordinary.

Watching the departing stone man, Tian Yuan fell into deep thought.

This accidental encounter with Gonggong gave him a great warning. While Dao practice and the Essence Refining Stage were important, the strength of the laws one mastered was equally vital.

His cultivation of the Earth Law was not bad, and combined with the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, a Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, even Great Witches like Kuafu and Houyi of the same stage could do nothing to him.

But facing a formidable Ancestral Witch, he imagined that even if their stages were the same, he would not have much ability to resist.

Laws—he must study powerful laws.

Whether it was the Ancestral Witches or the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace, they all had extraordinary origins, and many likewise possessed innate spiritual treasures.

Unless he cultivated more laws, he had no advantage, unless he stayed huddled on Mount Buzhou forever.

Now that he had been discovered by an Ancestral Witch, it was the perfect time to calm his mind and cultivate laws.

Appearing on the sacred mountain, Tian Yuan glanced at the roaring Xingtian below, not caring in the slightest.

Kuafu and Houyi had already made a good start, and he believed that before long, Xingtian would also obediently go to dredge the Earth Vein.

Into the mist-shrouded temple, Gonggong plunged headlong.

Entering the temple gates, the interior formed its own space, containing only a massive hall, with a bottomless Blood Pool at its center.

Through the crimson blood water, one could see massive figures floating and sinking; they were the remaining Ancestral Witches.

"Big Brother!" Gonggong stood before the Blood Pool and called out softly.

The figure in the Blood Pool did not move, but an indifferent voice came: "Is there trouble in the tribe?"

He naturally knew of Xingtian's earlier request for an audience, but Dijiang had not paid it any mind.

Gonggong's face darkened, and he took a deep breath before saying: "A Great Demon has swept through the tribe of little sister Houtu, and even several Great Witches have been captured."

"Hmm?"

A terrifying aura flashed and vanished, and Dijiang's figure shot out from the Blood Pool.

The Blood Pool surged, and the remaining Ancestral Witches all rushed out, radiating terrifying fluctuations.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Houtu was born last and had the gentlest personality; they all cherished her dearly.

Earlier, when they returned from Chaos, everyone had promised to look after the tribespeople of Houtu well; they had not expected an accident to occur so soon.

"What kind of Great Demon is so bold? I will tear him apart alive!" the irritable Zhurong roared, with billowing flames spewing from his seven orifices.

Although the remaining Ancestral Witches did not speak, their Malevolent Qi surged just the same, and their eyes were filled with icy killing intent.

"Gonggong, where is that Great Demon?" Zhurong, having walked closer, looked around and immediately wore a look of confusion.

Why would such a matter need reporting? One should simply tear the opponent apart and be done with it.

Gonggong ignored him, instead looking at Dijiang and saying quickly, "It was a stone man; he escaped into Mount Buzhou, and also—"

"What? You piece of trash, you actually let the opponent run away?" Before Gonggong could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Zhurong.

Zhurong, who had the head of a beast and the body of a human, smashed his violent fist toward him.

Gonggong, whose heart was still shocked by the strangeness of Tian Yuan, was caught off guard for a moment and was struck directly in the face, flying out toward the outside of the divine palace.

Zhurong was still not satisfied and chased after him immediately.

The remaining Ancestral Witches were also all annoyed; a dignified Ancestral Witch had actually let a Great Demon escape.

Swish, swish, swish! In an instant, except for Dijiang, they all rushed out following Zhurong.

Outside the divine palace, booming sounds of *peng, peng, peng* exploded, mixed with Gonggong's angry roars.

Watching Gonggong being beaten by the group, Dijiang did not have much of a reaction; it was normal for brothers to spar, and besides, this time Gonggong had indeed not done well enough.

To have had a Great Witch snatched away and then actually let the opponent escape was truly a disgrace to the prestige of the Ancestral Witches.

With a gloomy face, Dijiang strode toward the outside of the divine palace.

He wanted to see what kind of Great Demon on the Primordial Land dared to touch their Wu Clan.

(End of this chapter)