Chapter 76: Tribulation Qi Enters the Body, the Ancestral Witches' Anomaly

Dijiang appeared at the foot of Mount Buzhou, his face turning ashen as he watched his clansmen falling from the sky with a series of thuds.

Xuanming, Zhu Jiuyin, Gonggong, and the others who arrived shortly after all wore equally unsightly expressions.

The many Ancestral Witches looked up toward Mount Buzhou, but the stone man was nowhere to be seen.

They flew upward, and many pets swarmed out in a scramble. Yet after a while, they all returned in disappointment.

Just like before, the moment they entered Mount Buzhou, they instantly lost all traces of Tian Yuan.

Dijiang scanned his surroundings; it seemed there had been another figure on Mount Buzhou besides the many Divine Thunders that had just fallen from the sky.

Unfortunately, the other party had vanished too quickly, and Dijiang had not managed to see them clearly at all.

But he could be certain of one thing: someone on Mount Buzhou was assisting Tian Yuan.

In the Primordial Land, besides Tian Yuan, who else would dare to oppose their Wu Clan?

"What is going on?" Dijiang asked, looking at Gonggong with a sunken face.

The fluctuations emanating from those many Wu clansmen were clearly from the Gonggong Tribe.

Since the last incident with Houtu, Tian Yuan had not come to the Wu Clan again, and they had originally assumed he had captured enough Wu clansmen.

Although they were annoyed by Tian Yuan's actions and angry that he had abducted Houtu, the few Ancestral Witches had no way to deal with him.

On Mount Buzhou, they simply could not find Tian Yuan.

Who would have thought that after only three thousand years, this fellow was actually once again capturing Wu clansmen on a massive scale.

Now, he had even spat out so many clansmen right in front of the Ancestral Witches; what was the meaning of this? Was he slapping them, the Ancestral Witches, in the face?

The group of Ancestral Witches, including Xuanming, all radiated a cruel and violent aura.

The matters of the Demon Court already made them irritable, and they had not expected Tian Yuan to jump out and provoke them at this time.

Anger! An irrepressible rage within their chests!

Gonggong also wore a gloomy face, feeling not a shred of joy after his breakthrough in the Essence Refining Stage.

Tian Yuan had escaped from his hands once again; this was absolutely the greatest humiliation of his life as a Wu.

Meeting the gazes of his many brothers, Gonggong panted heavily and gave a rough account of what had happened.

"What? Little Sister's tribe has already been swept clean?" Xuanming looked astonished.

Gonggong did not pause and immediately recounted the situation of his own tribe one by one.

The few Ancestral Witches listening could not help but look again at the many Wu clansmen at the foot of the mountain; there were no clansmen from the Houtu Tribe.

All the clansmen from the Gonggong Tribe below the Golden Immortal realm were here, so where were the clansmen of the Houtu Tribe? "Big Brother, could this be Little Sister..." Qiangliang exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief.

Given the current situation, only Tian Yuan could have taken all the clansmen of the Houtu Tribe away.

But before he could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Dijiang: "Little Sister is a part of the Ancestral Witches; how could she assist others?"

Whether it was true or not, Dijiang did not want to know; the result would only cause his brothers to drift apart.

A violent aura swept across the Ancestral Witches present, and one by one, they lowered their heads.

Gonggong opened his mouth, but still did not mention the matter of Tian Yuan's Innate Wutu Divine Thunder.

The Ancestral Witch Body was so powerful that almost nothing could restrain them, save for the Innate Wutu Divine Thunder, which held some slight restraint over him.

If not for that Divine Thunder, how could his beloved pet, the Green Python, have been captured by Tian Yuan? If not for that Divine Thunder, how could Tian Yuan have escaped from his hands?

Gonggong was furious; he had encountered that stone man three times, yet they had never fought a proper battle.

As one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he had never felt so stifled!

Xuanming changed the subject, voicing the worry in her heart: "Big Brother! If that Tian Yuan comes again, what should we do?"

The stone man could communicate with that space; once he entered Mount Buzhou, he would escape directly, and they had no way to stop him. Houtu had not appeared for so long, so it was highly probable she was in that space.

Mount Buzhou was so vast, and the Eastern Land was covered with Wu tribes; Tian Yuan would not fight them head-on, so it was useless for the Ancestral Witches to guard it.

The other party kept darting around, and they could only exhaust themselves in vain.

Facing this cunning stone man, they could be said to be at their wit's end.

Now that the Demon Court was gathering all the demons, it was clearly a deliberate act to oppose the Wu Clan, and they had to be on guard.

Dijiang fell silent, his heart equally filled with anger; his speed was already fast enough, yet who would have thought Tian Yuan would vanish from before his eyes in an instant.

Because of Mount Buzhou, the stone man had mastered many methods of escape.

Moreover, compared to their last meeting, his cultivation had also deepened significantly.

"How could Father God's will choose such a cowardly wretch? It is truly beyond my understanding!" Gonggong roared, his right foot stomping fiercely onto Mount Buzhou.

The Law of Force, the law the Ancestral Witches dreamed of, was actually mastered by a stone man.

Looking at the towering Mount Buzhou before him, Gonggong felt his anger flare up and he smashed his fist against the mountain body once more.

With a rumbling sound, the mountain rocks shattered and tumbled down the mountain with a clatter.

If not for Mount Buzhou, Tian Yuan would have long since been captured by their Ancestral Witches and torn to pieces; how could he still be jumping around now?

The remaining Ancestral Witches, including Zhurong, also looked at Mount Buzhou with slight annoyance.

They were the Pangu Orthodox, the children of Father God, yet they felt as if they had been abandoned.

That detestable stone man, on the other hand, relied on Mount Buzhou to wantonly provoke the Wu Clan, and his strength was climbing step by step.

Seeing the fierce light in the eyes of the many Ancestral Witches, Dijiang felt a sudden shock in his heart.

No matter what, Mount Buzhou represented the will of Father God; since their birth, they had revered and worshipped it, yet now, even Jumang, who was slightly more level-headed among the Ancestral Witches, was looking at Mount Buzhou with a hint of irritability.

Their expressions were as if they wished they could smash Mount Buzhou to pieces! "Has the influence of the Great Calamity arrived so quickly?" Dijiang took a deep breath, his expression turning grim.

Houtu had previously mentioned the birth of Tribulation Qi, but Xuanming and the others were currently completely unaware of it.

For the Great Calamity to be in such a state just as it had begun, Dijiang could not help but feel worried.

The Ancestral Witches were already irritable by nature, and under the influence of the Tribulation Qi, they would naturally become even more insane.

Just at this moment, a rumbling sound came from overhead, and they saw the sacred mountain before them rapidly surging, accompanied by a thick will sweeping outward.

Gonggong and the others, who had been angry, now had their eyes filled with raging flames of fury.

Sensing the unusual behavior of the many Ancestral Witches, Dijiang hurriedly shouted: "Gonggong, settle your clansmen at the foot of the mountain; this matter requires careful deliberation!"

Houtu's suggestion flashed through Dijiang's mind, but how could the pride of the Ancestral Witches ever yield to a stone man?

They were Ancestral Witches, bowing to neither Heaven nor Earth; only Father God could make them bend their waists.

Father God perished after creating the world, so this world should be managed by the Wu Clan, for they were the Pangu Orthodox.

Tian Yuan was merely a detestable fellow who had stolen the ruins of Father God; he deserved to die!

Hearing this, Gonggong, whose chest was heaving violently, was clearly stunned, but he still nodded in agreement.

Although burning with rage, Gonggong was still very obedient to the words of his Big Brother, and he stomped toward the foot of Mount Buzhou with a rumble.

Invisibly, he continued to vent his dissatisfaction with Mount Buzhou.

"Go down the mountain first!" Dijiang roared, striding toward the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Although the remaining Ancestral Witches were irritable, their movements were not slow, and they followed one after another behind Dijiang.

Yet, inexplicably, the many Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, no longer held the same reverence for Mount Buzhou as they had at the beginning.

(End of this chapter)