Chapter 71: Huluwa Transplants a Spiritual Root

Kunpeng created the Demon Script and passed down a Cultivation Method, for which the Demon Race of the Great Desolation was filled with gratitude.

Only the few Ancestral Witches within the Pangu Temple wore expressions of annoyance, their faces filled with anger.

This was not only because of the merit hovering above the firmament, but also because of the three thousand Demon Scripts appearing before their eyes at this moment.

They were the Wu Clan, the Pangu Orthodox; why would they need these Demon Scripts? This was an insult to them.

Gonggong shattered those characters with a single punch and roared angrily, "The Demon Race has the Demon Script, so we of the Wu Clan must also have our own script."

"Indeed! Big Brother, the Wu Clan should also create our own Witch Script." Zhurong loudly echoed this, agreeing with Gonggong's words for the first time.

The remaining Ancestral Witches, such as Xuanming, did not speak, but all nodded heavily.

Whether the Witch Script would be useful was one thing, but if the Demon Race had one, their Wu Clan must have one too.

Dijiang's face darkened as he looked toward the excited Gonggong and Zhurong, saying solemnly, "In that case, the matter of creating the Witch Script shall be left to you two."

Ah??? Zhurong and Gonggong were dumbfounded, standing frozen on the spot.

The Wu Clan had always relied on their fists to speak, the Ancestral Witches even more so; they had never used their brains, let alone done something as brain-intensive as creating a script.

"This concerns the inheritance of the Wu Clan. You two are fully responsible; do not be slack!" After giving these instructions, Dijiang sank directly into the Blood Pool.

Seeing this, the remaining Ancestral Witches like Xuanming also scrambled to dive down one after another, beginning to close their eyes in quiet meditation.

The once lively Blood Pool was left with only Gonggong and Zhurong staring at each other in the blink of an eye.

In the gurgling Blood Pool, a profound silence fell.

As for creating the Witch Script, they had absolutely no clue and were completely at a loss as to where to start.

The two, looking at each other, could only helplessly climb out of the Blood Pool in the end.

Big Brother had spoken, and it concerned the entire Wu Clan, so they had no way to refuse.

"Gonggong! What ideas do you have?" Zhurong looked at Gonggong, huffing with anger.

He shouldn't have echoed the other party just now; otherwise, how would he have ended up with such a difficult task?

Gonggong breathed heavily, his eyes filled with rage; he wanted to vent.

Zhurong understood the look in Gonggong's eyes and strode toward the outside of the Pangu Temple.

Never mind the matter of creating the Witch Script for now; let's have a fight first.

Having already walked out of the Pangu Temple, Zhurong suddenly frowned; Gonggong had actually not followed him out.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the two of them were like water and fire, fighting the most often. Likewise, Zhurong understood Gonggong best, and this was not like his style.

Turning his head to look, he saw Gonggong standing at the entrance of the temple, staring blankly at the stone door of the temple.

"Gonggong! Why aren't you coming out!" If he weren't afraid of disturbing the quiet meditation of the others, he would have rushed up and given him a punch.

They had been in and out of the Pangu Temple so many times; what was there to look at on a gate?

Gonggong did not reply, but instead shouted excitedly, "Zhurong, come here quickly."

Hm? Zhurong, having manifested his Ancestral Witch Body, walked back while suppressing his anger.

Glancing at the stone door, Zhurong said in a deep voice, "I am very fired up right now; let me vent my anger first!"

With the Blood Fiend Qi rolling out, he only wanted to beat Gonggong up right now; that would be much simpler than creating the Witch Script.

"The Witch Script! The Witch Script!" Gonggong stroked the stone door, his face full of excitement.

The huffing Zhurong heard this, his expression froze, and he stared in astonishment at the Dao Patterns inscribed on the stone door.

His face sank instantly, and Zhurong said with a hint of anger, "I told you to create the Witch Script, not to just fool Big Brother."

Finding a few Dao Patterns on the stone door and calling them the Wu Clan's Witch Script—do you think Big Brother has no brain?

"This is the Witch Script. I say it is the Witch Script, so it is the Witch Script!" Gonggong looked at the mysterious Dao Patterns covering the stone walls of the temple and replied with all seriousness.

Kunpeng created three thousand Demon Scripts, and the Dao Patterns on this Pangu Temple numbered more than three thousand; they were definitely stronger than those. Zhurong's gaze went blank; it seemed there was some logic to that.

"Good, good, good! This is the script of our Wu Clan!"

Before Zhurong could even speak, a rough, loud laugh suddenly erupted from inside the temple.

The Blood Pool surged, and one figure after another escaped from it.

Xuanming and the other Ancestral Witches looked at the dense Dao Patterns all around, their hearts growing more joyful the more they looked.

The Pangu Temple was formed from the heart of the Father God; these Dao Patterns were naturally inscribed, so what could be more suitable to become the Witch Script than them?

This was a relic from the Father God, and it would also be passed down by the Wu Clan; this was what the true Pangu Orthodox should do.

"Hahaha, I told you these were all Witch Scripts." Gonggong tilted his head and glanced triumphantly at Zhurong.

The task Big Brother had assigned had been completed by him in just a few breaths' time.

Among the Ancestral Witches, he, Gonggong, was indeed the most brainy! As he spoke, Gonggong proudly touched his own python head, feeling very pleased.

"Since the Witch Script has been discovered, let us quickly organize it and pass it on to all the Wu Clan tribes." Dijiang walked back and looked at everyone in the hall.

The many Ancestral Witches naturally nodded in agreement; the Demon Script had spread throughout the Great Desolation, and they could not be left behind.

After rubbing all the Dao Patterns in the entire temple and performing a sacrifice in the temple, the eleven Ancestral Witches decided on the script of the Wu Clan.

As for whether the Heavenly Dao would acknowledge it? Their Wu Clan did not respect the Heavens, so there was no need for that.

For the sake of efficiency, the eleven Ancestral Witches all left the temple and returned to their respective tribes to begin passing down the Witch Script.

Because of the passing down of the Cultivation Method, the entire Great Desolation fell into a cultivation frenzy.

Previously, apart from a few Innate Sacreds, almost all things and spirits of the Great Desolation only instinctively inhaled the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the efficiency was very slow.

Now that they had obtained the Cultivation Method, fluctuations of breakthroughs echoed repeatedly throughout the Great Desolation.

Because of their gratitude for the Demon Master, more and more Great Demons poured into the Demon Court, and there was no shortage of Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Tian Yuan, who was meditating in a canyon on Mount Buzhou, suddenly opened his eyes faintly.

He frowned slightly and looked toward a certain place on Mount Buzhou.

Bitter Bamboo! The aura of the Bitter Bamboo was actually gone from Mount Buzhou.

Because he wanted to prevent anyone from stealing his home, he had left a wisp of his aura on those few Supreme Innate Spiritual Roots.

As long as there was any unusual movement nearby, Tian Yuan could detect it immediately, yet just now, the aura of the Bitter Bamboo had vanished into thin air.

On the entire Mount Buzhou, the only one capable of doing this was him; of course, now there was also Huluwa.

Calming his mind, the will of Mount Buzhou rippled outward. Tian Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and vanished from the scene in an instant.

In the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space, Tian Yuan appeared on the divine mountain, his gaze directed toward the Eastern Land.

On the slightly grayish land, he caught sight of a faint, flickering glow, which was exceptionally conspicuous.

And right beside that glow stood a child, who was none other than Huluwa.

Huluwa had transplanted the Bitter Bamboo into the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space, and even planted it outside the Earth Vein filled with Free-roaming Will.

Tian Yuan took a deep breath, and his figure instantly appeared at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

There, the Bitter Bamboo bloomed with a lustrous, brilliant radiance, propping up a small light screen upon the gray land.

Free-roaming Will darted through the air, and the Bitter Bamboo within swayed slightly, actually absorbing that will with ease.

Vaguely, Tian Yuan sensed that the light screen seemed to have expanded a tiny bit.

Could an Innate Spiritual Root actually have such an effect?

(End of chapter)