Chapter 17: Detour to the Lunar Star, Irritating Di Jun

"Whatever, I was planning to intervene in the affairs of the Human Race anyway; now I just happen to have a legitimate excuse." After thinking for a while and failing to reach a conclusion, Pan Huang simply stopped thinking about it. In any case, the Kongtong Seal was his magical treasure now, so worrying about it was useless.

After emerging from the valley, the innate magical array protecting the Kongtong Seal trembled for a moment, then transformed into a streak of light and drilled into the seal, forming a set of array discs in the hands of the human-shaped carving on the seal.

"The Heavenly Illusion Bewildering God Array. It can stir up the deepest obsessions in one's heart to form an illusion, causing people to sink into it, unable to extricate themselves. If one dies within the illusion, their divine soul will dissipate, and even their true spirit will be ground away by the array. What a powerful illusion array!" After reading the description of the Heavenly Illusion Bewildering God Array, Pan Huang smacked his lips.

He just didn't know if the Kongtong Seal in the novels of his past life had this array, but he had it now.

"Young Master, you seem a bit different." As they walked out of Mount Shouyang, Si Teng suddenly said.

"Different? How am I different?" Pan Huang asked with a smile.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, I just feel that Young Master is more composed than before." Si Teng shook her head.

"Let's go, we're going home." Pan Huang said nothing.

In the Zixiao Palace, Laozi, who was listening to the Dao, suddenly opened his eyes. Just a moment ago, he had felt a palpitation of the heart, a palpitation mixed with a trace of fear, as if something very important to him had been snatched away.

But before he could ponder it further, the Dao Ancestor's voice came again, and Laozi fell back into the state of enlightenment.

After leaving Mount Shouyang, Pan Huang and his group headed straight back to Mount Buzhou.

However, just as they were about to enter the territory of Mount Buzhou, Pan Huang stopped. He looked up at the sun in the sky, a contemplative expression on his face.

"We aren't returning to Mount Buzhou yet; accompany me to the Lunar Star first." Pan Huang said to Si Teng and the others.

After speaking, Pan Huang didn't even wait for Si Teng and the others to respond before flying straight toward the Lunar Star.

The Lunar Star was very desolate; apart from a palace and a laurel tree, there was nothing else.

"Pan Huang of the Wu Clan, here to pay a visit to the Lunar Star Lord." Arriving before the palace, Pan Huang said.

"Fellow Daoist, please enter!" After Pan Huang's voice fell, the palace gates of the Moon Palace opened.

"Greetings to the Lunar Star Lord. I am Pan Huang of the Wu Clan. Please forgive my abrupt visit."

"You are somewhat different from the other Ancestral Witches." Xihe looked at Pan Huang and said indifferently.

"Is that so? I also feel that I am different from the other Ancestral Witches." Pan Huang nodded with a smile.

"I wonder what business brings you to my Lunar Star, Fellow Practitioner?" Changxi asked at this moment.

"Nothing much. I came here just to tell the Lunar Star Lord one thing: beware of the Solar Star." Pan Huang said calmly.

Upon hearing this from Pan Huang, Changxi and Xihe frowned instantly. They looked at Pan Huang with some displeasure, but Pan Huang just shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

"My words end here. As for whether the Lunar Star Lord believes them, that is not for me to concern myself with. Farewell." Pan Huang cupped his hands and left the Lunar Star with Si Teng and the others.

"Young Master, what did you mean by that just now?" On the way back to Mount Buzhou, Zhong Ling couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked.

"It meant nothing, just a whim." Pan Huang said with a smile.

After Pan Huang and his group left, Xihe and Changxi looked at each other, not quite understanding what Pan Huang's words meant.

"Sister, what do you think Ancestral Witch Pan Huang meant?" Changxi asked uncertainly.

"I don't know, but when he mentioned the Solar Star, I felt a strange sensation in my heart." Xihe said.

"Then what should we do?"

"Let's wait and see." Xihe wasn't sure what Pan Huang meant either, so she could only say this.

"Alright then!" Changxi nodded.

What Pan Huang didn't know was that this impulsive remark of his had actually had an effect, though he didn't know what the final outcome would be.

After returning to Mount Buzhou, Pan Huang looked at the Wu Clan, which had grown several times larger, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This was his home in the Primordial World, his sustenance in the Primordial World!

"Thirteenth Brother!" Seeing Pan Huang return, Shebishi was very excited. This Thirteenth Brother had been out for several hundred years, and they had missed him.

"Twelfth Brother, how have things been these years?"

"Fine, it's just that without Thirteenth Brother in the clan, it felt a lot less lively." Shebishi said with a smile.

"By the way, where are the other brothers and sisters?" Pan Huang asked.

"They are all in the clan; I will notify them right away."

"Good!" Pan Huang nodded.

That evening, in front of the Pangu Hall, the thirteen Ancestral Witches gathered. Besides the thirteen Ancestral Witches, Jiu Feng and those Great Witches were also present. They were the ones with the highest status and prestige in the Wu Clan besides the Ancestral Witches, so they were qualified to attend tonight's banquet.

"Next, I will go into seclusion in the Pangu Hall to gestate my clansmen. By then, our Wu Clan's combat power will be able to rise to another level." During the meal, Pan Huang said.

"That would be great!" Zhu Rong was excited when he heard this; he now wanted a Dharma treasure of his own more than anything.

That brat Shebishi had been showing off in front of him for a long time; his Nine Dragon Sons had been cultivated from a low-grade post-natal spiritual treasure to a top-grade post-natal spiritual treasure, just one step away from becoming an innate spiritual treasure.

When Zhu Rong found out, his eyes turned red with envy, but since Thirteenth Brother wasn't in the clan at the time, Zhu Rong could only watch.

Now that Thirteenth Brother was back, he would make sure to have Thirteenth Brother forge a Dharma treasure of his own no matter what.

The next day, Pan Huang went into seclusion.

Now that it was during Hongjun's second lecture, Pan Huang told the Ancestral Witches before his seclusion that it was time to walk the Primordial World. Upon hearing Pan Huang's words, the Ancestral Witches immediately understood the meaning behind them.

After entering seclusion, Pan Huang took out the Copper of Mount Shou and various forging materials he had collected in the Primordial World. They piled up like a small mountain beside the blood pool in the Pangu Hall.

The next second, gray power of laws instantly enveloped the small mountain, and Pan Huang's forging journey began. He didn't forge like others; Pan Huang forged by refining all the materials at once and then shaping them all together.

It took a hundred years for Pan Huang to barely refine that pile of various materials. Afterward, he recalled the information in his mind, sorting through all the weapons and Dharma treasures he had known, seen, or heard of in his past life.

"That's about it, let's go with these. If I think of anything else later, I'll forge it then." Pan Huang muttered to himself.

Over at the Zixiao Palace, Di Jun woke up from his sudden enlightenment at some point. Looking at his tightly furrowed brows, he had been awake for quite a while. He wanted to enter the state of sudden enlightenment again, but for some reason, he just couldn't calm his heart.

Every time he prepared to enter the state of sudden enlightenment, an inexplicable irritability would appear in his heart. It was precisely because of this inexplicable irritability that he was unable to enter meditation.

Looking at the aura on Taiyi's body flickering, and then looking at the states of the others, a trace of crisis appeared in Di Jun's heart alongside his irritability. If the gap between himself and these people became too large, it might be difficult to manage the Demon Race in the future.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 18 =====