Chapter 55: The Secret of Pangu Temple

Swish, swish, swish.

Dijiang, Xuanming, and all the other Ancestral Witches appeared one after another.

Yet, upon seeing Houtu in the air, every one of their expressions was very poor.

Essence Blood of an Ancestral Witch!

They were all transformed from the Essence Blood of Father God, and Essence Blood was closely linked to their strength; yet now, Houtu had actually taken out a drop of Essence Blood and had the stone man bring it.

They had not returned from Mount Buzhou for very long; what exactly had happened to Houtu?

Watching the figures glaring at him one by one, Tian Yuan was not worried in the slightest.

Back when he was on Mount Buzhou, he had already discerned the cultivation realms of the Ancestral Witches.

They were all the same as him, at the late stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal; only the auras of Xuanming and Dijiang were slightly heavier, but they had not yet reached the perfection of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Glancing at the proudly standing Tian Yuan, Dijiang waved his large hand, and a ripple of inexplicable fluctuations pulsed outward.

He saw Houtu in the air speaking, but he could not hear any sound; only Dijiang and the others were left staring in astonishment.

However, before he could look further, thunder and flames rose up, and that patch of space was completely enveloped.

"So stingy, and still wearing such shocked and incredulous expressions," Tian Yuan thought in his mind, though he felt a slight sense of anticipation.

If Houtu could successfully persuade the twelve Ancestral Witches, it would definitely shorten the time needed to dredge the Earth Veins significantly.

If the twelve Ancestral Witches were successfully recruited, it was unclear whether the Great Calamity would still occur, but certainly, no one would crash into Mount Buzhou.

Across the entire Primordial Land, apart from this bunch of savages from the Wu Clan, there was likely no other fellow with such a thick skull.

Clearly, the news Houtu brought had deeply shocked the group of Ancestral Witches, and Tian Yuan was not in a hurry, waiting leisurely on the side.

After half a day, the thunder and flames vanished, revealing the figures of the many Ancestral Witches, but Houtu was nowhere to be seen.

Sweeping a glance at Gonggong and the others closest to him, a flicker of dimness crossed Tian Yuan's eyes; things were indeed not that easy.

"Tian Yuan! Where is Xingtian, the Great Witch under my command?" The python-headed, human-bodied Gonggong had eyes filled with violence.

The remaining Ancestral Witches also had wisps of laws swimming around their bodies.

Judging by this stance, they intended to capture him! "Ignorant of Heaven's Mandate, you deserve to perish in the Great Calamity!" Tian Yuan shook his head, and silver light began to shimmer on his body.

Tian Yuan did not know how much Houtu had told them, but he did not care; the outcome was not much different from what he had expected.

Houtu had likely guessed this ending as well, and that drop of Essence Blood was probably something left for the Wu Clan.

Following the dazzling silver radiance, Tian Yuan's six-zhang-tall body swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into several hundred zhang in size, not at all inferior to the many Ancestral Witches who had revealed their Ancestral Witch Body.

"Father God's power!" Gonggong could not help but hold his breath, his gaze becoming even more violent.

Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches also showed shock, the Malevolent Qi around their bodies surging and becoming increasingly manic.

A Great Demon had actually mastered the power of Father God; it was unforgivable.

After thousands of years of nourishing the Law of Force, Tian Yuan wanted to test how the Law of Force—which breaks all laws with a single force—compared to the Ancestral Witch Body.

Since Dijiang and the others had rejected Houtu's suggestion, he certainly had to prepare for the future.

The Wu Clan still had to be captured, and the Ancestral Witches, of course, could not be let off either.

"Roar!"

With a roar, Gonggong rushed toward Tian Yuan, carrying terrifying momentum.

Tian Yuan did not hesitate in the slightest, his silver right arm meeting the figure rushing toward him.

Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches stared intently at the scene, wanting to see what kind of ability the stone man, whom their little sister pushed so hard, actually possessed.

A dull sense of oppression struck, and the fist he swung was wrapped in an invisible force.

Tian Yuan gave a light shout, and his right arm vibrated slightly; the surrounding void shattered completely.

Relying on no magic treasures and no will of Mount Buzhou, he easily broke the momentum of the Ancestral Witch Body.

A tyrannical and violent force exploded in front of him, accompanied by the blooming of dazzling silver radiance.

Amidst the rumbling sounds, Tian Yuan's figure retreated rapidly, his right arm having already returned to its earlier earthy yellow color.

Opposite him, Gonggong retreated several steps, finally stopping steadily in the air.

"Still a bit inferior compared to an Ancestral Witch!" With only three thousand years of cultivation, having such an effect, Tian Yuan was still very satisfied. When he first met Gonggong, he couldn't even move under that terrifying momentum.

Utilizing the powerful force of the rebound, Tian Yuan's figure shrank rapidly, fleeing quickly toward Mount Buzhou.

But before he could get close to Mount Buzhou, his vision blurred, and two figures appeared.

Besides Dijiang, there was also a fellow with a human face and snake body, red all over—the Time Ancestral Witch, Zhu Jiuyin.

Tian Yuan did not care; his eyes were just staring hotly at the other party.

The Time Law was definitely one of the laws he craved the most.

It was said that this fellow was the hidden big shot among the Ancestral Witches, and it appeared to be true now.

A vast and ancient aura arrived in an instant from Mount Buzhou, quickly enveloping Tian Yuan.

Then, in the shocked gazes of Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, he vanished into thin air before everyone's eyes.

With the Earth Veins constantly being dredged and purified, Tian Yuan was already an invincible existence at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

He could not do anything to these Ancestral Witches for the time being, and the Ancestral Witches could not do anything to him either; otherwise, how would he dare to come to Pangu Temple so openly?

Xuanming and the others all rushed over rapidly, and the group standing in the air all had extremely ugly expressions.

Although the aura had only flashed for a moment, the many Ancestral Witches had felt it very clearly.

The will of Mount Buzhou, the aura of Father God.

This stone man was truly as their little sister had said, capable of controlling it at will.

"Big Brother!" Xuanming's expression was grave, and the look in her eyes was very complex.

"We are the Pangu Orthodox; how can the will of Father God be mastered by a Great Demon?" Dijiang glanced at Xuanming, his expression very poor.

According to his estimation, no matter how fast the stone man was, he could not be faster than him, the Ancestral Witch of Space and Speed.

Even with Mount Buzhou right before his eyes, Dijiang had the confidence to block the other party at the foot of the mountain, but he had not expected such a turn of events.

The will of Mount Buzhou actually extended outward, instantly allowing the opponent to escape.

Such a method ought to be mastered by the Ancestral Witches.

The Wu Clan already has the momentum to unify the Primordial World; if they can gain the help of Father God, they need not fear that person in Purple Heaven Palace.

"Not bad! Even if we have to turn Mount Buzhou upside down, we must capture that stone man!" Gonggong roared in anger.

In his view, the stone man had once again escaped from his grasp.

Although the remaining Ancestral Witches did not speak, the Malevolent Qi spewing from their seven orifices all displayed the rage in their hearts.

Dijiang withdrew his gaze, but only said indifferently: "Return first to cultivate in silence!"

After speaking, he did not wait for Gonggong and the others, taking the lead to flee toward the valley.

Xuanming did not have the slightest hesitation and immediately followed quickly.

Gonggong and the others left at the original spot looked at each other, and could only fly toward the valley one by one in anger.

Once they darted into Mount Buzhou, they had no way to deal with the stone man at all.

Dijiang and Xuanming, who had fled into the divine palace, leaped into the Blood Pool within and dove toward the deepest part.

Inside the bottomless Blood Pool, a massive, withered heart beat slowly.

With every vibration, weak energy rippled out into the Blood Pool.

Feeling the aura rushing toward them, Xuanming said in a low voice: "Big Brother! Is that space that little sister spoke of..."

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, she took form after Dijiang, and a long time ago, she had come here with Big Brother.

Dijiang did not answer; his figure trembled, and invisible power caused the surrounding blood water to surge.

After a long time, Dijiang's low and cold voice sounded: "Who is plotting against us Ancestral Witches?"

A very, very long time ago, there was another world within the heart of Father God.

It was a gray expanse there, with only a towering divine mountain standing, emitting an ancient and vast aura.

Unfortunately, several Great Eras ago, that world suddenly disappeared, and the passage to reach it could no longer be found.

(End of this chapter)