Chapter 8: The Enraged Wu Clan

Boom, boom, boom!

A group of figures leaped down, landing with a crash on Mount Buzhou.

The Wu Clan was formed from the Essence Blood of Pangu, so the might of the Heavenly Pillar could not affect them.

Arriving at the place where Tian Yuan had vanished, the group dispersed to search carefully, yet there was no fluctuation of any aura.

That detestable stone man had vanished as if into thin air.

"Strange, strange, that stone man has disappeared again." A sturdy man with a quiver on his back walked out from the crowd, his face full of confusion.

The last time they chased him here, that stone man had also lost his trail as soon as he leaped onto Mount Buzhou.

Although their Wu Clan lacked a Primordial Spirit, they were born with an inherent grasp of the laws.

Mere escape techniques could not evade their senses; clearly, that stone man had other means.

A giant with three legs and two heads walked back, shouting in a muffled voice: "This stone man has repeatedly provoked our Wu Clan; this time, we absolutely cannot let him go."

He brandished a ten-foot stone axe in the air, manifesting the anger in his heart.

The clansmen who had returned empty-handed from all directions were likewise filled with rage.

All the ten thousand races of the Primordial World were food for the Wu Clan, yet now they had been teased multiple times by a stone man at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

If such a matter were to spread to other tribes, what face would they have left?

Moreover, this did not just concern their own tribe; it also concerned the face of their own Ancestral Witch.

The Wu Clan was warlike, and duels were a common occurrence; the tribes under the twelve Ancestral Witches often competed with one another.

After a brief discussion, they sent one person back to the tribe to deliver a message, while the rest hid in the surroundings; this time, they were determined to capture this stone man no matter what.

In that Consciousness Space, Tian Yuan appeared on the Divine Mountain.

"This Branch Vein should be almost ready too!" Looking at the Earth Vein that had become exceptionally bright, Tian Yuan's eyes held anticipation.

For these past few hundred years, he had not practiced cultivation; aside from snacking on Five-Colored Divine Stones, Star Crystals, and extraterrestrial meteoritic iron while traveling, he had spent almost all his time catching the Demon Race under Mount Buzhou.

Over the course of eight hundred years, he had cast hundreds of thousands of the Demon Race into that Branch Vein.

Yet, the Earth Vein was vast, and this quantity still seemed somewhat thin.

The key was that these members of the Demon Race could not come and go as freely as the three thousand stone men; they now needed to spend a large amount of time searching within the Earth Vein, otherwise, with such a quantity, this Branch Vein would have been completely cleared long ago.

Throwing the divine bird in his palm out, Mysterious Yellow Qi shot out from the Divine Mountain, wrapping around it and vanishing into the air together.

The guidance of the will of Mount Buzhou could allow the target to appear anywhere in the Earth Vein.

If he hadn't scattered the Demon Race across the Earth Vein on a large scale, how could it have been so fast?

It was a pity he could not accurately detect where the Earth Vein was obstructed, otherwise, he could have deployed them specifically.

However, looking at the current situation, Tian Yuan estimated that at most a hundred years would be enough to completely purify and clear this Branch Vein.

In less than a thousand years, the speed had increased tenfold; Tian Yuan was still very satisfied.

This was also attributed to the growth of the Wu Clan and their hunting of the Demon Race everywhere; otherwise, this Branch Vein might have already been completely cleared.

Glancing at the Earth Vein, from which auspicious energy was already rising, Tian Yuan's figure slowly vanished from the scene.

Below a mountain hollow, Tian Yuan's figure appeared, his gaze fixed on the foot of the mountain in the distance.

Mount Buzhou was his body; wanting to ambush him on Mount Buzhou was nothing short of a fantasy.

The auras of those few Wu Clan members were as dazzling and blinding as the scorching sun, and the positions they had chosen to hide in were truly beyond words.

After pondering for a moment, Tian Yuan still swept off in another direction.

Wait a little longer; at the very least, he had to wait until that Branch Vein was completely cleared.

Having consumed quite a few heavenly treasures over these few hundred years, once he cleared another Earth Vein, he would be able to step into the mid-stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, at which point he might be able to set his sights on the Wu Clan to test things out.

The Wu Clan was formed from the Essence Blood of Pangu, their bodies filled with Malevolent Qi, and most importantly, they lacked a Primordial Spirit, making them absolutely the best candidates for clearing the Earth Veins.

It was a pity that this group was fond of fighting and killing, taking the ten thousand races as food, and ultimately played themselves into extinction.

Quietly bypassing that group of figures, Tian Yuan continued to head toward the cleared Earth Vein. Although there were many Wu Clan tribes in this area, the Demon Race at the Golden Immortal realm was also the most common here.

With the Earth Vein cleared and purified, the many Spiritual Veins attached to it naturally benefited; the spiritual energy was abundant, making it easier for the Demon Race under its jurisdiction to break through, and it would also attract other Great Demons to come.

Moreover, no matter which direction he went, he might encounter the Wu Clan, so he might as well choose the direction most advantageous to him.

After all, on the Earth Vein, there was a continuous supply of magic power, and he could fly away quickly if he needed to escape.

In any case, he had no intention of clashing head-on with the Wu Clan for the time being, and it was highly probable that he would not draw out any overly formidable Wu Clan members.

During this period, almost everyone he had encountered was at the Golden Immortal realm; he hadn't even seen anyone with Taiyi cultivation.

It stood to reason that the powerful Wu Clan members were all in deep meditation and would only appear if a formidable Demon appeared, or perhaps those Wu Clan members had all gone to conquer the Primordial land.

This was the base camp of the Wu Clan; it was highly unlikely that any member of the Demon Race would dare to deliberately cause trouble.

After only a moment, Tian Yuan sensed faint fluctuations in the distance.

With a few leaps, he was already close by.

A Wu Clan member with a human body, leopard head, four feet, and six arms was suppressing a late-stage Golden Immortal tiger demon, while a few strange-looking fellows stood sparsely around them.

That Wu Clan member was also at the late-stage Golden Immortal realm, but the tiger demon was completely unable to parry.

The physical body of the Wu Clan was truly too terrifying; within the same realm, the Demon Race was simply no match.

The tiger demon was covered in blood, roaring incessantly, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

With many Wu Clan members watching from all around, he had nowhere to escape.

Just as he was filled with grief and indignation, a black shadow suddenly descended rapidly from above his head; with a loud boom, his vision went black, and he fainted directly.

"Stone man!!! It's that stone man!"

"Roar! Catch him!"

The sudden appearance of Tian Yuan instantly caused the scene to erupt.

The Wu Clan member in the midst of battle did not hesitate in the slightest, throwing a punch toward him, while the group of Wu Clan members on the periphery also rushed forward.

But they were all just fellows at the Golden Immortal realm; Tian Yuan hoisted the tiger demon's massive body, leaped up, and ran away in a flash.

Amidst the rumbling sounds, there was only an angry roar that shook the mountains and wilderness, scaring the surrounding Demon Race into trembling.

Tian Yuan slipped back to Mount Buzhou with ease; after making the trip back, those few members of the Wu Clan were still foolishly waiting there.

Dropping the captured tiger Demon, Tian Yuan changed direction and sprinted away; now that he had already clashed with the Wu Clan, he naturally needed to seize the time even more.

Wu Man was very angry; he was from a small tribe under the jurisdiction of the Ancestral Witch Houtu.

Because it was a tribe that had just split off, there were only about a thousand clansmen, but the Demon Race in the region they governed was not there just to be captured and killed by them at will.

Yet recently, a stone man had appeared from somewhere in the mountains, repeatedly snatching their food and capturing Demon Race everywhere.

The Primordial World was vast and rich in resources, and Demon Beasts were countless, so there was naturally no shortage of food, but this was undoubtedly the greatest provocation to the Wu Clan.

Such matters had already vaguely spread to other tribes; how could he, Wu Man, afford to lose face like this?

It was just that the stone man came and went like the wind and would not fight them; the key was that every time he darted up Mount Buzhou, he would vanish without a trace.

After decades of encirclement and suppression, they still hadn't managed to touch a single hair on the opponent.

For the arrogant Wu Clan, this was an absolutely intolerable matter.

On this day, he used the strength of his entire tribe to block the area at the foot of the mountain where the stone man frequently appeared.

And at the foot of a mountain several thousand miles away from Wu Man, hundreds of members of the Wu Clan had likewise gathered.

They clutched crude weapons, keeping a careful watch, also waiting for an abominable fellow.

(End of this chapter)