Chapter 45: The Law of Force of Cultivation

"Enough!"

Amidst a rumbling sound, Dijiang's majestic voice came through.

Hearing their Big Brother speak, Zhurong and the other Ancestral Witches all stopped their movements, still feeling unfulfilled.

Gonggong stood in the arena, his face bruised and swollen, his expression full of ferocity.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his strength was not weak, but he could not withstand being besieged by so many brothers.

After being blasted away by a punch from Zhurong, he had completely fallen into a state of passive defense.

He had already been holding back a belly full of anger at the stone man, and now he was filled with rage; looking at the green python on his shoulder, he felt even more infuriated.

The green python hung limply on his shoulder, blowing bubbles from its mouth, exhausted.

Its master had been beaten, and it had likewise been besieged by the pets of the other Ancestral Witches; its misery was no less than Gonggong's.

Gonggong looked up at Zhurong in the distance, his heart itching with irritation.

Water and fire are incompatible; he had often fought with Zhurong, but the two were evenly matched, with wins and losses split equally. This time, Zhurong had simply seized an opportunity.

Scanning the other Ancestral Witches who still wore expressions of lingering enjoyment, Gonggong stepped toward Dijiang.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there were few who could beat him in a one-on-one fight; there would be plenty of chances to get his own back.

"Big Brother! That stone man is extremely strange; he can communicate with the will of Mount Buzhou." With a dark face, Gonggong stated the main reason for his return.

"What? That is impossible!"

"Gonggong, do you know what you are saying?"

As soon as the words fell, gasps of shock exploded in the arena.

Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of the Father God; they offered sacrifices to it from time to time, yet never received the slightest response. How could a mere Great Demon communicate with Mount Buzhou?

This was a blasphemy against the Father God!!!

The angry Zhurong still wanted to step forward, but was shouted to a halt by Dijiang.

He had allowed his many brothers to fight because he sensed that Kuafu and Houyi were in no danger of losing their lives, but he did not want to hear such things from Gonggong.

"Explain in detail on the way!"

Having said this, Dijiang had already flown toward Mount Buzhou.

Gonggong did not hesitate and quickly followed, and the other Ancestral Witches did not fall behind either.

At the deep valley of the Innate Gourd Vine on Mount Buzhou, Tian Yuan opened his eyes, which shone with light.

Ever since he started capturing the Wu Clan, he had been running back and forth across the Eastern Land and had not cultivated at all.

Now that he had calmed his heart to cultivate again, he could truly feel the changes in Mount Buzhou.

Laws—he could clearly feel many laws, not just the four that manifested in his Consciousness Space.

"Let's start with the Law of Force!" Without needing to consider, Pangu's Law of Force was definitely his first choice.

By constantly tempering his body with the Law of Force, perhaps his physical body would be no weaker than an Ancestral Witch in the future.

Closing his eyes and calming his mind, a faint white glow immediately emerged from beneath him, spreading across his entire body.

This was the Law of Force carried by Mount Buzhou itself; he only needed to mobilize it slightly.

With such straightforward laws before him, he could slowly master even the most difficult ones.

Not far away, the Gourd Vine swayed slightly; seeing the white glow on Tian Yuan, it was also secretly shocked.

During this period, it had witnessed the changes in the Heavenly Pillar with its own eyes, and the aura of the Father Mountain was becoming increasingly thick.

"I must cultivate hard and take human form as soon as possible!" the Gourd Vine thought to itself.

Bathed in rosy light, a rich Dao Rhyme echoed in the valley.

And those few Ancestral Witches who had left the divine palace had already arrived at Mount Buzhou.

Looking at the familiar environment before him, Gonggong frowned and said, "Big Brother, that stone man disappeared right here; he vanished in an instant."

As soon as the words fell, figures darted out from the bodies of the few Ancestral Witches.

There were fire snakes, green snakes, and red snakes; without exception, they were the pets of the Ancestral Witches and also their companion beasts. After only a moment, they all retreated one by one, but they had discovered nothing.

Meeting the gazes of his brothers, Gonggong replied helplessly, "Big Brother! This matter concerns the will of the Father God; how could I speak nonsense?"

The green python had already searched, which was within his expectations.

In fact, thinking about it in his heart, he could understand; if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Gonggong would have found it hard to believe as well.

This was the Heavenly Pillar, Mount Buzhou!

Mount Buzhou was naturally shrouded in vast might; in the entire Primordial World, apart from the Wu Clan, no living being could ignore it.

Now that a Great Demon had appeared who could communicate with the will of Mount Buzhou, how could the Ancestral Witches possibly believe it?

Dijiang did not speak; they had just been to the Houtu Tribe, and just as Gonggong had said, all the clansmen above the Golden Immortal realm had been captured.

But the resonance of their bloodlines confirmed that the many clansmen, including Kuafu and Houyi, were not dead.

"Up the mountain! Find that stone man!" Dijiang looked up at the Heavenly Pillar and was the first to disappear from the scene.

No matter what the origin of that stone man was, everything would be clear once he was captured.

With the Ten Great Ancestral Witches acting together, he did not believe they could not catch one Great Demon.

Zhurong and the others did not speak, fanning out as they darted up Mount Buzhou; Gonggong was no exception.

His hatred for that stone man was even greater than that of Dijiang and the others.

He was holding a belly full of anger and had lost face in front of his brothers.

But after only a moment, the many Ancestral Witches who had flown off all looked at the Heavenly Pillar in astonishment.

With a rumbling sound, a vast might radiated from Mount Buzhou, and the entire mountain body was rapidly expanding.

"What has happened to Mount Buzhou?" Dijiang appeared from the air, his heart filled with thousands of doubts.

When they returned from Chaos, they had seen the changes in Mount Buzhou, and later, while meditating in the divine palace, they had repeatedly felt the might of Mount Buzhou.

At that time, they had only observed from afar and had not come to investigate.

Could it be related to that stone man? This thought flashed through his mind with undeniable certainty, but it was instantly extinguished by Dijiang.

A mere stone man, what virtue or ability could he possibly have to possess such power? A thousand years flashed by in the blink of an eye, and in that valley, Tian Yuan, who had been in quiet meditation, suddenly opened his eyes.

A figure was pacing at the valley entrance in the distance, and upon seeing who it was, he was immediately filled with surprise.

Shaped like a yellow sack, red as cinnabar fire, with six feet and four wings, chaotic and without a face, it was indeed Dijiang, the leader of the twelve Ancestral Witches.

Tian Yuan did not move his body; he calmed his mind, and the scene at Mount Buzhou instantly became clear to him.

Except for Houtu and Xuanming, the remaining Ten Great Ancestral Witches were all present, scattered across various parts of Mount Buzhou, clearly searching for him.

Withdrawing his focus, Tian Yuan paid no attention to Dijiang outside the valley.

This place was protected by an Innate Array; Dijiang might have discovered something, but he could not find a way in.

Fortunately, he had not rashly gone down the mountain to capture the Wu Clan a thousand years ago; otherwise, if the Ten Great Ancestral Witches had attacked, he would have had nowhere to run.

Withdrawing his gaze, Tian Yuan began to examine his own body.

A thousand years was not long, but his gains were not small.

Beneath his earth-yellow skin, white light surged, and his body had become even more majestic.

He had originally been three zhang tall, but now he had grown by another full zhang.

The only regret was that he had not broken through; he remained only at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

After Dijiang left, Tian Yuan closed his eyes once more to meditate in silence.

In just a short thousand years, he had deeply felt the benefits brought by the Law of Force.

He had not stepped into the late-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, but his strength had increased significantly, especially the power of his physical body.

The three thousand Chaos Demon Gods had their strengths and weaknesses, and their laws differed as well! (End of this chapter)