This is so dishonest!

Chapter 381 Endless Time and Space, All Beings Pay Homage to the Witch; Kong Xuan and Jin Peng, the Proud Brothers

Inside the Pangu Hall of Buzhou Mountain, the word "Wu" that was uttered by the combined power of the thirteen Ancestral Witches and resonated throughout endless time and space had an impact far beyond the imagination of all living beings in the primordial world.

This is not just a declaration, but more like a boulder thrown into the calm lake of the myriad worlds, stirring up layers upon layers of ripples that never cease.

The cry of "Wu" in the Pangu True Realm was like the most primordial Dao sound, containing the supreme will of Pangu in creating the world and the call of his bloodline. In an instant, it pierced through the barriers of the world and reflected in every corner of the myriad realms.

In those great, middle, and small worlds, whether prosperous and thriving, desolate and lonely, newly born or on the verge of extinction, all beings who possess a faint trace of Pangu's bloodline or whose paths of cultivation coincide with the philosophy of "shamanism" were touched in the depths of their souls at this moment.

It was as if ancient genes that had been dormant for hundreds of millions of years were suddenly awakened, or as if a lost wanderer had finally heard the call of his homeland.

In a wild and untamed world, deep within a vast and boundless primeval forest, a tribal high priest, his body covered in ferocious beast totems and wearing animal skins around his waist, is leading his people in a sacrifice to their mountain god and river god.

Suddenly, the bone staff he held high trembled violently, the ancient incantation he was chanting stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

That Daoist chant of "Witchcraft" resounded like a morning bell and evening drum in the deepest part of his soul!

Immediately afterwards, a vast and boundless, yet incredibly intimate, torrent of information surged into his mind like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens.

That is about the grandeur of Pangu creating the world, the legend of the thirteen ancestral witches taking charge of the Great Dao, and the indomitable will of the witch clan!

"This...this is..." The high priest trembled violently, and the bone staff in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He felt his blood boiling, his soul throbbing, and an unprecedented sense of belonging and pride filled his chest.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, his voice filled with excitement and ecstasy: "So that's how it is! So that's how it is! I am not alone! We...we are the 'Witches'! We are the descendants of the Father God Pangu!"

Although his people behind him did not feel it as clearly as he did, they also felt a strange power awakening within them, and their gazes toward the high priest were filled with confusion and awe.

In another peculiar universe where technology and cultivation coexist, on a desolate mining planet, a shirtless ascetic with muscles bulging like cast iron is sweating profusely as he trains his body.

He believed in the great principle of "power," and was convinced that his own power could break all constraints, tear apart stars, and shatter the void.

For a long time, he felt like an outsider, out of place with those cultivators who used magic weapons, pills, and formations to improve their cultivation.

Just as he easily shattered a boulder weighing tens of tons with a single punch, the voice of "Wu" originating from the Primordial Realm, transcending endless dimensions, clearly echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He felt a jolt throughout his body, as if a long-sealed door had been suddenly opened.

The images of Pangu achieving sainthood through physical means and proving the Dao through force, the inheritance of the Wu Clan's martial arts, and the inheritance of fighting against heaven and earth with supreme power, flooded his heart like a sudden enlightenment.

"Hahahaha!"

The ascetic burst into wild laughter, his laughter filled with relief and enlightenment. "So I am not alone on this path! The path I have been seeking is the true 'shamanistic' path!"

"I am a member of the Wu tribe! My bloodline originates from Pangu, the great god who created the world!"

He felt an unprecedented surge of power coursing through his body, as if he had found his true path and destiny in cultivation.

In a fantastical world composed of countless floating islands, a girl dressed in simple linen clothes, who can control wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, is ostracized by her own kind because of her "supernatural ability."

She stood alone on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the rolling sea of ​​clouds below, her eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

Just then, the call of "Witch" was like the gentlest comfort, softly brushing across her heart.

Countless images of the Ancestral Witches controlling wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, harmonizing heaven and earth flashed through her mind. Those powers that she once regarded as "supernatural abilities" now seemed so sacred and natural.

"I...I'm not a monster..." the girl murmured to herself, tears streaming down her face. "This is...the talent of a sorcerer! It's the power bestowed upon us by the Great God Pangu to control the origin of heaven and earth!"

"I am a witch! I am a member of the indomitable witch clan!"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with unprecedented determination and confidence.

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in countless corners of the myriad realms.

The warriors of those tribes, the hermits of those deep mountains, the inheritors of those forgotten ancient bloodlines, those extraordinary creatures that are born with the ability to communicate with nature...

They may have different identities and circumstances, but at this moment, they are all moved to tears by that call from the source of their bloodline.

In their minds, it was as if an epic scroll, sealed for countless years, was slowly unfolding, a glorious legacy unique to the Wu tribe!
"I am a witch!"

"The blood of the great god Pangu flows in my veins!"

"We are an indomitable race, beings who dare to roar at the heavens and earth!"

"We have finally found our roots!"

Countless members of the witch clan were so excited upon realizing their origins that they could hardly contain themselves. They danced and sang loudly, releasing the emotions that had been suppressed for countless years.

Some beat their chests and stamped their feet, roaring to the sky, overjoyed that they had finally found their own kind.

Some, with tears streaming down their faces, bowed deeply in the direction their hearts guided them, expressing gratitude for the guidance of Father God Pangu and the summons of the ancestral shamans.

Some clenched their fists silently, their eyes burning with fighting spirit, longing to return to their true homeland and witness the glory of the witch clan.

After the initial excitement and joy, those members of the witch clan with higher cultivation and firm will began to listen attentively to the guidance from the depths of their souls.

The guidance clearly told them that in the distant primordial world, beneath the towering Buzhou Mountain, lay the sacred ground of the Wu tribe—the Buzhou Mountain Wudao Academy.

There, they have their compatriots, their ancestral shamans, and the true lineage of the Pangu Great Dao.

Therefore, they all made the same decision.

They let go of everything in their respective worlds, whether it was their prominent status, their comfortable lives, or their unresolved grudges.

They bid farewell to their relatives and friends, packed their bags, and resolutely embarked on the long journey to the Primordial Realm.

This road is full of unknowns and dangers.

They need to traverse perilous worlds, navigate chaotic and turbulent temporal currents, and evade powerful cosmic beasts and unknown gods and demons.

They might lose their way, be seriously injured, or even perish along the way.

But they did not back down or hesitate in the slightest.

Because in their hearts burns a longing for the origins of "shamanism" and an obsession with returning to their clan.

Their only goal was to reach the legendary Buzhou Mountain, enter the Witchcraft Academy, and learn the true Pangu Dao.

"Pursue the glory of the Witch Clan and become a true, upright Witch!"

Divine fire ignited in the eyes of countless members of the witch clan.

And so, a wave of "returning to the witches" spontaneously formed by all the heavens and myriad worlds swept across countless times and spaces.

And the source of all this was merely that simple yet infinitely powerful sound within the Pangu True Realm—

"witch!"

Inside the Pangu Palace, feeling the response from all the heavens and myriad realms, the thirteen Ancestral Witches all wore joyful smiles.

Why is the Primordial World the Eternal True Realm?

Because the primordial world transcends all worlds, it possesses the ability to reflect the heavens and radiate throughout eternity.

Any crucial change in the Primordial True Realm can have a profound impact on all the heavens and myriad realms.

Standing on the grand stage of the Primordial Realm, they used the method of turning the false into the real to transform countless mythical scripts into reality, causing countless beings to spontaneously identify with the shaman's ideology and become members of the shaman race.

This is the method of the Great Luo Supreme.

The Great Luo Supreme was causing trouble in the Primordial True Realm, which led to the Thirteen Ancestral Witches deciding the fate of the Witch Clan with a single word and establishing the Great Dao with a single word!

"The Witch Clan, the Way of Witchcraft, is complete!"

The ancestral witches sensed that the people of the witch clan were marching towards the primordial world in the endless space and time.

They were pleased and provided the necessary assistance.

"People of the Witch Clan, the power of the witch comes from the heart. The greater your heart, the greater your power. Please follow the guidance of your heart and move forward. We are waiting for you in the primordial world!"

The thirteen ancestral witches and the thirteen great paths all conveyed their will through the resonance of the witch's heart.

Those members of the Wu tribe who come to the primordial world for pilgrimage will be guided by their inner selves, receive the protection of their power, and gradually grow stronger.

"I believe that when they overcome countless hardships and reach the foot of Buzhou Mountain, they will become qualified shamans, true shamans!" [Space Ancestral Shaman] Dijiang's gaze was profound, as if he could see the day when the shaman clan would prosper.

[Time Ancestral Witch] Zhu Jiuyin nodded: "When they embarked on the path to the primordial world, they had already begun to verify the Great Dao of Pangu."

"What we need to do now is to pay attention, encourage, and provide some support. They have to walk the path of the great road on their own."

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch of Earth, smiled gently and said, "We still need to strengthen the teaching staff of the Witchcraft Academy and prepare for their arrival."

"Teachership resources?" The Ancestral Witches turned around thoughtfully to look at the Pangu Blood Pool, where more than a dozen figures were gathering.

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In the following period, the Buzhou Mountain Witchcraft Academy underwent rapid changes.

Students at the Wizardry Academy have discovered an interesting phenomenon—the school changes its teachers every so often.

These newly emerging teachers were the first generation of great shamans born from the fusion of the Chaos God's origin and Pangu's bloodline.

Each of them inherited a portion of the Great Dao insights of the corresponding Chaos Demon God, and perfectly matched with the bloodline of Pangu, demonstrating astonishing combat power and a profound understanding of a specific Great Dao.

One day, in the academy's martial arts arena, a man with a towering figure, wielding a giant axe and shield, exuding a fierce fighting spirit, stood proudly.

He simply stood there, and his pure and domineering martial will made countless disciples tremble in their souls, as if they were facing an invincible war god.

"I am Xing Tian! From this day forward, I will be responsible for teaching you the way of the 'War Wizard,' to break all laws with martial prowess and prove eternity through battle!"

His voice was loud and clear, like a bell, and every word contained unparalleled fighting spirit, making the listeners' blood boil.

Xingtian the Great Witch inherited the fighting instincts and killing skills of the God of War, and also possessed a powerful physical body with the bloodline of Pangu. His combat strength was exceptional, making him one of the best among his peers.

The martial arts he taught were characterized by their expansive and powerful style, and their fierce and progressive nature, making them highly sought after by disciples who admired strength and combat.

On another day, on the academy's Wind and Rain Platform, a man with a calm face and surrounded by misty vapor, as if he could summon rain from the heavens, began his first lesson.

“My name is Pingyi, and you may call me the Rain Master. From now on, I will teach you to control rain, dew, frost, and snow, and to understand the life and death of water.”

The Great Shaman of Pingyi has a deep connection with the Great Way of Water. With a mere gesture, he can summon torrential rain or bring down a gentle spring rain that nourishes all things.

The water manipulation techniques he taught could not only be used in battle, but also to harmonize the heavens and earth and bring benefits to the region.

Immediately following behind, a man with a graceful figure, surrounded by swirling winds, appeared in the Valley of the Wind God.

"I am the Wind Master, who controls the winds of heaven and earth. I am a great shaman under the Heavenly Wu Ancestral Shaman. If you wish to ride the wind and kill enemies, you may come here to learn my Way of the Wind."

The Wind God, with his unparalleled understanding of wind, can unleash devastating hurricanes without anyone noticing, and can also transform a gentle breeze into the sharpest blade.

Beside the temple of Jumang, the ancestral shaman of wood, a great shaman with a gentle aura yet full of tenacious vitality began to carefully teach his disciples to identify plants and understand life.

"I am Julong, inheriting the Great Dao of Wood. I wish to explore with you the secrets of the flourishing and withering of plants and the endless cycle of life." In the Space Temple, besides the Ancestral Witch Dijiang, there was also a tall, steady shaman whose every step seemed to traverse endless distances.

“I am Kuafu, and from this day forward I will be your instructor in the Way of Space.”

Kuafu, the great shaman, possessed an extraordinary talent for space, and his physical body could withstand the immense pressure brought about by space travel. The methods of space manipulation he taught were simple and direct, yet incredibly powerful.

Beside Houtu Zuwu's Houde Zaiwu Platform, a taciturn but powerfully strong shaman with sharp, eagle-like eyes appeared. He carried an ancient bow on his back and exuded a profound aura connected to the earth.

"Hou Yi was a master archer. The way of earth lies in bearing, in stability, and also in... the precision of a single, fatal blow."

Hou Yi, the Great Wizard, not only inherited the defensive and bearing power of the Earth Dao, but also perfectly combined this power with archery skills. The arrows he shot were as heavy as mountains and indestructible.

Near the blazing furnace of the Ancestral Witch Zhurong, a great witch with an arrogant face, surrounded by a mixture of malevolent energy and firelight, and eyes filled with wildness and a desire for destruction, attracted everyone's attention.

"Chi You! The ultimate form of fire is destruction and rebirth! If you are not afraid of the pain of being burned, then come with me to understand the true meaning of this flame!"

The Great Shaman Chi You's origins are closely linked to the Dao of Destruction and Fire. The fire he controls is full of aggression and destruction, but it also contains the secret of being able to survive by putting oneself in a desperate situation.

Besides them, there are also many other powerful and distinctive great wizards who have sprung up like mushrooms after rain in every corner of the Wizarding Academy, becoming the backbone of the academy's teaching force.

They either developed new courses or assisted the ancestral witches in teaching, imparting their understanding of the Great Dao and their experience in using the Pangu bloodline to their disciples who longed to become stronger without reservation.

The ancestral shamans, with their strategic vision and grasp of the overall direction, formulated the general principles of cultivation.

The high priests, on the other hand, explained things in simple terms, teaching by example and resolving specific problems.

As a result, the teaching system of the Witchcraft Academy has become increasingly complete, and the teaching quality has steadily improved.

The learning atmosphere within the academy is unprecedentedly high. Whether you are a veteran disciple or a new student, you can find a suitable path for your practice here and receive the most professional guidance.

On the platform for exchanging martial arts techniques, disciples often spar and test their skills, sparks flying everywhere.

In the training ground, the Great Shaman personally stepped down to give instructions, and every move contained profound principles.

Within the trial realm, the disciples fought valiantly, seeking breakthroughs on the brink of life and death, and their bodies and wills were greatly tempered.

The Wu tribe is becoming increasingly well-known and deeply ingrained in people's minds today, thanks to the flourishing of the Wu Dao Academy and the emergence of powerful shamans such as Xing Tian, ​​Chi You, Kua Fu, and Hou Yi.

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Phoenix Terrace in the South.

The palace is magnificent, with jade pillars and golden beams, and every part is carved with exquisite phoenix patterns. The air is filled with the faint fragrance of paulownia and the noble and majestic aura of the phoenix clan.

At this moment, in the center of the main hall, Zhuque was reporting to Yuanhuang.

Her voice was clear and melodious: "Chieftain, this witch clan is developing well and is a good investment target. I think we can investigate it further."

"An elephant? Where can I find one? Can I eat it?"

Beside Yuan Huang, on a soft couch, a young man dressed in a magnificent golden robe was curled up, sleeping soundly, with a trace of drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if dreaming of some unparalleled delicacy.

He looked to be about ten years old, with a handsome face but still retaining a touch of childishness. He exuded an aura of extreme sharpness and swiftness, and even in his sleep, he seemed like a peerless divine weapon about to be unsheathed.

Just as Zhuque finished speaking and mentioned the word "partner," the golden-robed youth's soft snoring abruptly stopped.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, he sniffed the air gently, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

Those were golden eyes, initially carrying a hint of sleepiness and drowsiness.

But soon, an almost instinctive, intense craving for food burst forth, like two small, burning suns.

The golden-robed youth sat up with a start, his golden hair slightly disheveled. He looked around in confusion, his voice thick with nasal tone and a hint of urgency.

"Auntie, where is there a mate? What kind is it? Braised or steamed? Is it edible? Is it delicious?" Jinpeng stared intently at Zhuque.

The Vermilion Bird remained silent.

Several black lines appeared on Yuan Huang's forehead.

"Eat, eat, all you ever think about is eating!"

Beside the golden-robed youth, a cold voice, tinged with displeasure and reprimand, rang out.

A boy of about ten years old, dressed in a spotless blue Taoist robe, had turned around and was looking at him with a frown.

The young man in blue had exquisite features, yet he possessed a calmness and aloofness beyond his years, like the snow and ice atop a high mountain, pure and proud.

Most strangely, a dazzling, five-colored celestial light naturally swirled around his body.

The celestial light was not deliberately activated, but rather seemed to be integrated with him, with the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth circulating around him endlessly, never dying, and radiating a vast and pure spiritual energy.

This made him look incredibly sacred, exuding an aura of dignified and unapproachable nobility.

"All you do all day long, besides eat, can't you think of anything else?" Kong Xuan stared at Jin Peng, his words filled with disappointment and frustration.

Jin Peng instantly sobered up and subconsciously shrank back. "All day long, besides eating, of course my mind is filled with thoughts of you."

Kong Xuan was stunned.

All that could be heard was Jin Peng muttering to himself, "All day long, I have to eat, you scold me; I have to sleep, you scold me; I even have to scold me when I cultivate. I'm so wronged."

"You're there when I open my eyes, and you're there when I close them. I even dreamt that you were nagging beside me."

"If I weren't outmatched by you, I would have crushed you with a flick of my wrist long ago!"

"I'll be the older brother, and you'll be the younger brother!"

"What did you say?!" Kong Xuan frowned slightly, the slight guilt that had just arisen vanished after Jin Peng's last two sentences.

A five-colored divine light flashed in his hand, and a fan appeared in his palm.

"Your Five-Colored Divine Light can't touch me!" Jinpeng glanced at him, then turned into a rainbow of light and fled.

"Kong Xuan, Brother Haotian had something to discuss with me today, but I'm taking pity on you and letting you go. See you later!"

Watching his younger brother soar into the sky, Kong Xuan snorted softly, put away the Five-Colored Divine Fan, and sat down again.

"childish."

The soft hum was extremely low, carrying a hint of disdain and... perhaps even a trace of annoyance that he himself was unaware of.

Kong Xuan sat down, ostensibly to cultivate himself.

Actually.
"Haotian...Big Brother?" Kong Xuan silently pondered these words in his heart.

My own silly younger brother, that guy who only knows how to eat and fight all day long, who is good for nothing except being fast and strong, actually... actually calls other people "big brother"?
Moreover, it sounds so natural and so justified!

An indescribable bittersweet feeling, like vines quietly spreading in early spring, arose unexpectedly from the depths of Kong Xuan's heart.

Why? !

What right does Haotian have to make his younger brother, Jinpeng, call him "elder brother"?

I am his biological brother!
Although... although I never asked him to call me that.

But why does he call someone else instead of himself?!

Kong Xuan felt increasingly uneasy as he thought about it, and his previously calm state of mind began to stir again.

He felt that the cushion under his buttocks was a bit uncomfortable.

No, I have to go check it out!

"Shh!"

Kong Xuan suddenly stood up from the jade, his movements clean and swift.

His usually cool and handsome face was now unusually tinged with a barely perceptible hint of... anxiety.
“Mother, Aunt Lingguang,” he said, looking toward the center of the hall.

"I...I need to go back to the Five Elements Academy. There are some new array diagrams that I need to study today."

Yuan Huang blinked her beautiful eyes and asked with a smile, "Really?"

"Mmm." Kong Xuan's face was slightly flushed, and he lowered his head, his voice barely audible.

"And also... just to check if Jinpeng has caused any trouble outside, so as not to embarrass our Phoenix Clan."

He deliberately offered an explanation.

"That's it!"

Yuan Huang nodded gently: "Go ahead, and remember to keep an eye on your younger brother."

"I will!"

Kong Xuan's answer was firm and powerful.

After saying that, a flash of five-colored immortal light appeared around him, and his figure transformed into a dazzling stream of light, heading in the same direction where Jinpeng had left.

Upon seeing this, Zhuque couldn't help but smile: "These two brothers!"

“It’s normal for a child to be energetic,” Yuan Huang commented.

~~~~~
In the wilderness of Liguang, there lies the celestial paradise of Taisu.

Nuwa gazed into the distance, looking towards Mount Buzhou, a graceful smile appearing on her face: "Panpan is really amazing, she's already caused such a commotion so quickly."

"Brother," Nuwa called softly.

Before long, a gentle and refined figure slowly emerged from the depths of the cave.

He had a handsome face and deep, starry eyes, full of wisdom.

"Are you going to the underworld?" Fuxi asked.

"Ok!"

Nuwa said, "Since Fellow Daoist Samsara has become a sponsor of the Underworld, we'll have to change our partners."

"also."

Fuxi nodded slightly: "Human life is full of vicissitudes. Without reincarnation, our plan would be difficult to carry out."

"To take on the hopes of an era and rebuild the world is no easy task."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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