Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 67 The Return of the Witch Clan

Having left Buzhou Mountain, the sacred place that bore witness to the tragic grandeur and majesty of the Father God, the aura emanating from Qinglian and his two disciples became increasingly calm and restrained, like refined steel that had been tempered a thousand times.

The playful glint in Sun Wuzhen's eyes lessened, replaced by a more composed demeanor born from weathering many storms. Ao Guang, on the other hand, had completely shed the pampered air of a prince of the Dragon Palace, and with his dragon-like stride and tiger-like gait, he was beginning to display the sharpness of a prehistoric cultivator.

Qinglian cast her gaze toward the southwest of the primordial land, where the vast tribal region under the jurisdiction of Houtu, the ancestor of earth.

He knew that the Wu Clan did not cultivate the primordial spirit, but only the physical body and bloodline supernatural powers. Their fighting style was direct and wild, making it the perfect place to hone Sun Wuzhen's combat skills and let Ao Guang experience different cultivation systems.

"Wuzhen, Ao Guang."

Qinglian spoke, "Ahead lies the Houtu Ancestral Witch Tribe. The Witch Tribe's methods are quite different from our Xuanmen's. Their people are fierce, respect the strong, and are straightforward. You will accompany me to pay our respects, but you must also maintain the dignity and integrity of Kunlun."

Especially Wuzhen, your appearance is similar to that of an ape. The witch and demon are now at odds, and there may be misunderstandings. With your master here, we must not rashly resort to force.

"Disciples will obey Master's orders!" the two replied in unison.

Sun Wuzhen licked his lips, a warlike glint flashing in his eyes. He was filled with anticipation for the chance to fight the legendary Wu Clan warriors.

Ao Guang appeared slightly nervous. The Dragon Clan and the Witch Clan had no close relationship and even had occasional friction. He was both curious and cautious about stepping into the heart of the Witch Clan's territory.

The three of them rode on the clouds, and the closer they got to the Houtu tribe area, the more solemn the atmosphere became.

On the land, huge totem poles stand tall, rugged and primitive, and everywhere you can see witch warriors practicing battle formations and honing their bodies.

They were all burly and robust, with vigorous blood and energy like a furnace, surrounded by a fierce aura, and with sharp eyes like eagles, exuding a wild and powerful presence.

The entire tribal area was filled with a somber, tense, and pre-war atmosphere, as if a string had been pulled taut, which was completely different from the relatively peaceful and undisturbed atmosphere when Qinglian last visited.

Just as they approached the edge of the core area of ​​the Houtu tribe, three towering figures suddenly descended and blocked their way in front of a rugged mountain gate built of huge animal bones and rocks!

The leader was a burly man from the Wu tribe, over ten feet tall, with bronze skin and muscles that bulged like a coiled dragon. He wielded a giant white bone axe the size of a door panel, and his aura of malevolence was almost tangible, clearly indicating that he possessed the cultivation level of a Great Wu in the early stages!

The two guards behind him also possessed fierce auras, comparable to Taiyi Golden Immortals.

The burly man's copper bell-like eyes instantly locked onto Sun Wuzhen, a man with a hairy body, a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, and dazzling golden armor. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he unleashed an astonishingly fierce aura!

"Hey! Where did this demon monkey come from! How dare you trespass into the Houtu tribe! You're asking for death!"

The sound was like a booming bell, making the air buzz! The giant white bone axe was raised instantly, its violent power tearing through the air, carrying the terrifying force of splitting mountains and shattering peaks, poised to strike Sun Wuzhen down!

The two witch warriors behind him immediately took out bone spears and stone axes, their murderous aura locking onto Ao Guang and Qing Lian!

The blood feud between the lich and the demon race runs deep, especially on the eve of this great calamity. Any creature with demonic characteristics that approaches the tribe will provoke the most intense reaction!

When Sun Wuzhen was hit by that pure and violent baleful aura, he was not afraid at all. Instead, it aroused the ferocity in his bloodline!

The Iron Pole Soldier appeared instantly in his hand, radiating a dark light and revealing the power of wind and thunder. Its golden eyes glared angrily, ready to roar back!

"How dare you!" Qinglian shouted, her voice not loud, but like a divine decree from the heavens, containing an undeniable majesty and a vast and boundless power of blood and qi!

He took a step forward, seemingly slowly, but instantly blocked Sun Wuzhen's path. There was no fluctuation of power around him, but a terrifying aura of blood pressure, as heavy as an ancient divine mountain and in no way inferior to that of a top-level great shaman, suddenly spread out!

Whoosh! The giant axe that the shaman swung down seemed to have struck an invisible, indestructible barrier between heaven and earth, and was frozen in mid-air!

His expression changed drastically as he felt an unimaginable force rebounding from him, making his arm numb and his blood surge, almost causing him to lose his grip on the giant axe! The two warriors behind him groaned and staggered backward, their eyes filled with horror!

What kind of physical strength is this?! It's even more terrifying than that of the naturally powerful witch clan!

"Please hold your hand, Your Excellency." Qinglian remained calm, her gaze sharp as she looked at the bewildered and uncertain man from the Wu tribe.

"I am Qinglian, a disciple of the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain. This is my eldest disciple, Sun Wuzhen. He is not a demon, but one of the Four Primordial Monkeys born of Heaven and Earth, a being of innate spiritual nature. I have brought my disciple here to pay respects to the Ancestral Witch Houtu, with no ill intentions."

His voice was clear and calm, yet carried a convincing power. Especially the words "Mount Kunlun," "under the Three Pure Ones," and "Azure Lotus," struck the heart of the burly witch man like a heavy hammer!

"Qinglian? Could it be that—that Qinglian Immortal who once debated the Dao with the Ancestral Witch Houtu, sparred with the Great Witch Xingtian, and whose physical strength astonished all the Ancestral Witches?"

The ferocity in the big man's eyes quickly faded, replaced by shock and disbelief, and a hint of—fervent worship.

The Witch Clan deeply respects the strong, especially those with powerful physical bodies!

Qinglian once sparred with Xingtian in the Houtu tribe and was praised by the Houtu Ancestral Witch. Her powerful physique had already spread among the high-ranking members of the witch clan, and she was even regarded by some great witches as an "alternative" who could be communicated with on an equal footing.

However, these low-ranking guards had never seen Qinglian in person.

"It is indeed I, Qinglian."

The burly man immediately sheathed his giant axe, his face showing an embarrassed yet respectful expression. He clasped his hands and said, "So it's the Celestial Immortal Qinglian! Forgive me, forgive me! I am the tribe's newly appointed guard captain, Panshi. I have long heard of your illustrious name, it's legendary! But—but this—"

He glanced sheepishly at Sun Wuzhen, who was still grimacing and brimming with fighting spirit.

"Given the current tense situation with those hairy beasts of the demon race, we lower-ranking people must be cautious. We apologize for any offenses we may have committed against the Immortal and—and this fellow Daoist!"

"It's alright, it's my duty, I should do it." Qinglian waved her hand to show her understanding.

Seeing this, Pan Shi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said to a warrior behind him, "Quick! Go and inform Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, and Kuafu, the Great Witch, that the Azure Lotus Immortal from Kunlun Mountain has come to visit!"

The warrior obeyed the order, transformed into a streak of black light, and instantly shot into the depths of the tribe.

Before long, a rhythmic, muffled tremor came from the earth, as if giants were running.

A loud and hearty voice drifted from afar: "Hahaha! Is it Fellow Daoist Qinglian who has arrived? I, Kuafu, am late, please forgive me!"

The sound arrived! A giant, two heads taller than a boulder, with muscles like granite, wielding a massive peachwood staff, and exuding an aura as vast as the sea, strode out from the tribe—it was none other than the great shaman Kuafu!

He approached, first clasping his hands in a fist and laughing at Qinglian, then glaring at Panshi: "You idiot! Where are your eyes? You dare to stop Fellow Daoist Qinglian? Get back to guard the gate!"

Pan Shi scratched his head, chuckled, and quickly led his men back to the mountain gate.

Kuafu then smiled at Qinglian and said, "Fellow Daoist Qinglian, please don't be offended! These newborn brats are inexperienced and have been fighting fiercely with those demon bastards. They're all on edge, seeing everyone as a demon brat! Necessary measures, necessary measures, haha!"

Qinglian smiled and returned the greeting: "Fellow Daoist Kuafu, you flatter me. Captain Panshi has done his duty faithfully, what wrong has he done? It is I who have come here abruptly and disturbed you."

"Oh! Fellow Daoist, what are you saying! We, the Ancestral Witch Houtu, are overjoyed that you could come!"

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