togophonebook Chapter 23 The Primordial Scheme
Chapter 23 The Primordial Scheme
"Oh dear, the immortal has come from afar to preach to the creatures of the East Sea, yet he asks for nothing in return. What a noble and virtuous person he is! Immortal, please wait a moment. I will now gather the aquatic creatures of the East Sea to come and listen to your teachings."
"At the same time, please rest assured, Immortal, our Eastern Sea aquatic race is willing to worship the Dao Ancestor for generations to come. This heart is witnessed by the entire primordial world. If we disobey, may we be punished by both heaven and man!" Ao Ping looked at the Styx River in front of him and said with a smile.
Is the Styx's demand excessive?
Of course, it's not excessive.
Over the years, Ao Ping has also come to his senses from the glory of the Dragon Clan. Compared to other powerful beings, Styx's attitude is simply too good, so good that Ao Ping can hardly believe it.
Leaving aside others, over the years, since the passing of the Ancestral Dragon, even the powerful figures of other aquatic tribes have made things difficult for the now declining Dragon Clan in every way.
As for why there are no powerful aquatic beings loyal to the dragon race... it's probably because they all perished in the devastating war of the last great calamity.
Moreover, upon closer examination, Styx's three conditions were not requirements for the dragon race at all, but rather opportunities for them.
Their dragon clan has no pure-blooded powerful members who can go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao. To put it bluntly, they don't even have the means to make offerings to the saints.
"Of course, of course," Styx said with a smile, waving his hand at Ao Ping.
More than a hundred years later, after finishing his sermons for the aquatic creatures of the East Sea, and after borrowing some of the dragon script and some other aquatic scripts collected by the dragons, and after supervising the completion of the temple dedicated to the Dao Ancestor, Styx left to find his next target.
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Meanwhile, in the Pangu Temple in Buzhou Mountain, the twelve ancestral witches gathered once again.
"Zhu Rong, are you crazy?"
"Why did you gather all the brothers here for no reason? Do you think we're all like you, useless idlers?" As soon as they entered the Pangu Temple, Gonggong began to launch a personal attack on Zhurong, who had gathered all the brothers and sisters back to the Pangu Temple.
"Damn it, it's been a while since I've dealt with you, are you itching for a beating again?" Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong disregarded the reason for summoning the Ancestral Witches and immediately flew into a rage... truly furious.
But then they saw Zhu Rong's body engulfed in endless flames, about to rush straight towards Gong Gong.
"Fight if you will! If I were afraid of you, I wouldn't be the Ancestral Witch Gonggong!" Upon seeing this, Gonggong also unleashed his true form as an Ancestral Witch, wielding endless water, wanting to determine who was superior to Zhurong.
"How dare you rebel before the Father God! How audacious!" Dijiang was furious upon seeing this. Several ancestral witches attacked together, and soon Gonggong and Zhurong lost their fighting power and could no longer fight.
The Pangu Temple was formed from the heart of Pangu. It is the birthplace of the twelve ancestral witches and even the entire witch clan. It is also one of the few places in the primordial world where the Heavenly Dao cannot reach. At the same time, it is the most sacred holy land of the witch clan, where the faith of the entire witch clan is entrusted, and at the same time, it suppresses the fortune of the witch clan.
Dijiang didn't want to fight his brothers, but to take action inside the Pangu Temple was no ordinary act of rebellion; he had to be dealt with severely.
"Alright, stop listening to Gonggong's nagging. Even if there's nothing wrong, why can't we brothers gather together?" Zhu Jiuyin stepped forward and picked up Zhu Rong.
"Gonggong, if you really want to fight, how about I fight you once?" Dijiang looked at Gonggong, his brows furrowed, and was about to reveal the true form of Pangu.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting." Gonggong quickly stood up from the heart. Among the twelve ancestral witches, Dijiang was the first to take human form and also controlled the laws of space. He had the highest prestige among the witches and was considered the leader of the witches. Gonggong, who had always been at odds with Zhurong, really had no face to continue his unreasonable arguments when facing his elder brother.
"Zhurong, brother, you wouldn't be in such a hurry if it weren't urgent. What is it? Just say it, and we'll all help you!"
"That's right! As long as we brothers work together, what in this vast world can't we do?"
Jumang, Xuanming, and several other ancestral witches spoke one after another, addressing Zhurong.
"Hmph, what big deal could it be?" Gonggong didn't take Zhurong seriously; he didn't think Zhurong was in any trouble.
"Gonggong!" Houtu looked at Gonggong and frowned.
"When we discussed the situation last time, Zhu Jiuyin had already made a deduction, and all of you brothers had also made a plan. We went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermons for three thousand years, but we gained nothing. This cannot change the fact that our Wu clan has no primordial spirit."
"So what? Who says our Wu tribe has to rely on the primordial spirit? We are descendants of the Father God, and we should stand tall and rule the primordial world!" Gonggong patted his chest and looked at his brothers and sisters: "That damn Hongjun has appointed some kind of immortal leader and is recruiting soldiers all day long."
Hmph, what does a mere Immortal Leader need such a large force for?
Am I not fighting for the sake of the Witch Clan? Am I not fighting so that the fortunes of my Witch Clan may rise ever higher?
Now is the time to expand our territory; there is no time to waste.
Although the Witch Clan does not possess a primordial spirit, they can sense that as the clan's power increases, its population grows larger, and its territory expands, the speed at which its members cultivate, absorb malevolent energy to refine their bodies, and comprehend the laws will accelerate.
This is the wondrous function of fortune; it is formless and invisible, yet omnipresent, and indispensable in every place.
"What could be more important than expanding territory?" Gonggong looked at Zhurong, his anger still simmering.
When he received the message from Zhu Rong, his tribe was preparing for battle, which caused a delay.
Although the Ancestral Witches were irritable, they were not stupid after living through countless years. They clearly understood the changes that the lecture at Zixiao Palace had brought to the prehistoric world.
That is, all the myriad races of the primordial world except for the Wu tribe will greatly increase their strength as the Dao of Immortality spreads.
A new era is about to begin, and they must ensure that their witch clan maintains its current dominance as the new era arrives.
"Well, brothers, Houtu, do you remember after the lecture at Zixiao Palace, you mentioned to us that for a moment you felt as if you had lost something important?" Zhu Rong ignored Gonggong and looked at Dijiang and Houtu, asking them.
In fact, the other ancestral witches should also have sensed it, but they did not have primordial spirits, and their minds were not as meticulous as Houtu's, nor were they as leaders of the witch clan as Dijiang, so they were not as sensitive to the Qi of destiny.
"That's true." Dijiang looked at Zhurong and nodded, while Houtu fell into deep thought.
"I have found out the reason for this. It is said that it was because Hongjun ordered someone named... Styx, saying that he was also a descendant of Pangu. Do you remember?"
The sage said that Heaven had actually accepted it, and thus it had taken away our fortune. Zhu Rong looked at his brothers and sisters and told them the information he had found out.