Primordial Chaos: I, Dijiang, will never accept this calamity!

Chapter 13 The Thirty-Six Heavens, Tongtian's Visit

If there is a great calamity, there must be boundless merit.

The demon race is one of the main characters destined to face this calamity.

The Three Pure Ones were appointed by the Heavenly Lord Hongjun to take charge of this matter.

Meanwhile, the two Western saints, who were considered saints themselves, were also eager to make their move.

Unfortunately, since the Heavenly Dao Lord Hongjun did not issue a decree, they dared not act rashly.

They could only engage in petty theft, but unfortunately, they were stopped by the Wu Clan outside the Pangu Palace.

The same applies to other powerful beings from the primordial era.

In an instant, all eyes in the primordial world turned to the Wu Clan.

Or.

It's their territory.

As for Dijiang's recent act of making an example of someone, it was no match for the greed that drove him to seek personal gain.

Moreover, the great calamity will not only affect the witch and demon races.

On the vast, untamed land, smoke and fire rose everywhere.

Meanwhile, the entire Wu tribe was gathered in the Pangu Palace.

"The Thirty-Six Heavens!!!"

The Pangu Hall is a world unto itself.

At this moment, thirty-six planets hang in the sky above this world.

At first glance, it appears as tiny as a star in the sky.

However, the ancestral witches knew that each of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearls contained a small world.

Within each of these smaller worlds, there are nearly a trillion witches.

Although it's called a small world, it's still tens of thousands of times larger than the blue planet in my dream.

after all.

On the foundation built around the Pangu Palace, the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl evolved the resources of the heavens, enough for the Wu Clan to cultivate to the Golden Immortal realm.

Anyone who can break through to the Golden Immortal realm will be guided to the Pangu Palace.

In this way, a virtuous cycle is formed.

"Brother, that's a brilliant move."

"With a flick of his hand, he brought in all the people of the witch clan."

"If things continue like this, in just a few hundred billion years, the primordial world will be ours."

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The group of ancestral witches looked at the Thirty-Six Heavens, and then at the Pangu Palace.

Given enough time, and with Dijiang now blessed by the primordial spirit of Father Pangu, the Wu Clan will be able to thrive.

The future development of the Wu tribe will surely amaze the entire prehistoric world.

Especially after witnessing firsthand the thirty-six heavens established by Dijiang, they felt even more hopeful for the future.

This is because Dijiang did not simply transplant the people of the Wu tribe to the Thirty-Six Heavens, but rather formed the Thirty-Six Heavens Sea-Stabilizing Pearls into the Thirty-Six Heavenly Divine Demon Array.

This formation not only nourishes the various small worlds, but also replenishes the thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls.

Someday in the future, they may be promoted again.

They can even transform into the bodies of gods and demons, becoming world gods and demons.

Of course, within the Thirty-Six Heavenly Divine Demons Formation, Dijiang also incorporated countless other great formations such as the Supreme Sun, Moon and Stars Formation, the Heavenly Array, the Yin-Yang Reversal Formation, the Four Seasons Change Formation, and the Celestial Array.

Although Pangu's primordial spirit was only at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, he didn't even consider what stage of Quasi-Saint he was at.

That was a quasi-saint from the chaotic era; the vast amount of knowledge contained within it was certainly no less than that of the current saints.

The arrangement of formations, for example, is perfectly adequate for the operation of the small world.

"We have guests, you don't need to come out."

Beyond Mount Buzhou, Tongtian descends from the heavens.

Dijiang sensed it immediately, and his expression became serious.

The sage is about to make his move!

"The presence of the Sage of Heaven is a great honor to our Wu tribe."

The Pangu Hall opened, and Dijiang appeared at the entrance with the eleven Ancestral Witches.

"Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, all take root and grow together as one family."

Tongtian smiled faintly.

He volunteered to come to the Wu tribe on his first visit.

In his mind, he didn't actually hate the witch clan.

Even among the Three Pure Ones, his personality is more like that of the Witch Clan.

When he said those words, all twelve Ancestral Witches looked at Tongtian with surprise.

That's incredible.

Tongtian: "Fellow Daoists, won't you invite me in for a seat?"

"We have been impolite, Fellow Daoist Tongtian, please!"

Dijiang turned to the side and met him with his hand.

He was no longer called a saint, but instead addressed as a fellow Daoist who has reached the heavens.

Throughout the endless years, Tongtian had always maintained contact with the Wu tribe.

He even frequently discussed Taoism with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

However, given that Taiqing remained silent and Yuanshi disliked it, Tongtian came less and less frequently.

Especially after the Three Pure Ones attained sainthood, Tongtian never visited the Wu Clan again.

I thought we'd become distant when we met now.

Unexpectedly, a single sentence from Tongtian brought their emotions to the extreme.

Even Dijiang, who had seen the future plot, couldn't help but feel emotional.

He is insightful and genuine.

Unfortunately, even brotherhood cannot withstand the test of great calamity.

Now is not the time for sympathy. We can barely take care of ourselves, so why think about so much?

"May I go and pay my respects to the God Pangu?"

In contrast to the self-proclaimed Father God of the Wu tribe, the Three Pure Ones are referred to as Great Gods.

"Since you have this intention, how could I not grant it?"

Dijiang raised an eyebrow.

A ten-year dream.

They still can't shake off the江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) habits of the Wu tribe.

I was almost moved by Tongtian's simple words.

So that's where his ultimate goal was.

In their self-reflection, the group arrived at the place where Pangu was worshipped.

There are no portraits or statues.

In front of the blood pool stood a stone tablet of the Father God Pangu.

The Blood Pool is where they were born, while the stone tablet was erected by them later.

These four simple words contain boundless and immense power.

They searched the heavens and earth for all the treasures, but there was nothing that could withstand those four words.

Later.

An ordinary stone, obtained by chance, was engraved with the four characters "Pangu Father God".

That's why we have the tombstone we have now.

When Tongtian arrived here, Dijiang, who was hiding in the shadows, had already united with all the other Ancestral Witches.

If Tongtian makes any unusual moves, they will cooperate with the Pangu Palace to forcibly suppress him.

He respectfully kowtowed and offered incense, then turned and left.

"He actually bowed; Tongtian is indeed extraordinary."

"The Three Pure Ones are one family. Does this mean they acknowledge that our Wu clan is the true descendant of Pangu?"

"Not necessarily, these saints are too cunning."

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Compared to the ancestral witches, they could not see clearly.

At this moment, Dijiang had his brows furrowed.

Tongtian's bow was no simple matter.

He was a saint.

If I weren't in control of the Pangu Palace, how could this world withstand a saint's bow?

not good!!!

Behind the scenes, Dijiang immediately began to deduce the situation by combining it with the Pangu Hall.

Meanwhile, the twelve ancestral witches, in their external avatars, had already led Tongtian to the council hall.

"It has been three million years since I last drank tea from Fellow Daoist Zhurong."

Time flies by, leaving no trace on us.

"However, Fellow Daoist Zhurong's tea-making skills have improved again!!"

Although Zhu Rong looks big and burly, his tea-making skills are truly exceptional.

Furthermore, there was the cooperation of ancestral witches such as Gonggong.

Whether it's water or tea.

They are all top-notch.

"Haha, this tea was brewed with three thousand flames."

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, I'm not bragging, but you simply can't find this kind of tea anywhere else in the entire prehistoric world."

"please!!!"

A tap of the fingertip.

The small teacup landed in front of Tongtian.

Zhu Rong spoke in a buzzing, muffled voice, making it impossible to tell that he was an external incarnation.

(End of this chapter)