In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

"Hongjun... is about to become a saint."

Tianxuan withdrew his gaze, his eyes showing no fear, only a profound calm.

He knew that once Hongjun became a saint and the Zixiao Palace began its sermons, the prehistoric world would soon enter the era of quasi-saints, followed by a struggle between the witches and demons, and the six saints would attain enlightenment.

Time may seem plentiful, but in reality, it's not much.

"Second brother, third brother, come in."

Tianxuan's voice reached the ears of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Once everyone was seated, Tianxuan didn't waste any words. He simply touched his forehead, and a dazzling purple-gold divine light split into twelve parts, which entered the consciousness of the twelve Ancestral Witches.

This is not only a breakthrough enlightenment of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, but also a method that Tianxuan deduced by combining his memories of later generations with his own destiny laws, which is most suitable for the Pangu bloodline to combine "proving the Dao with force" and "proving the Dao with laws".

"This is the Path of Primordial Chaos, the path that the Father God once walked. You must carefully comprehend it, and remember, the foundation is paramount; do not be greedy for quick results or act rashly."

"Thank you so much for the teachings, elder brother!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches felt the vast and profound meaning of the Great Dao within their sea of ​​consciousness, and their faces flushed with excitement. They could clearly sense that this path was countless times wider than the one they had previously explored in their ignorance.

"Go on, I need to continue my seclusion and consolidate my cultivation level."

Tianxuan waved his hand, and his figure gradually disappeared into the azure light cascading from the Creation Lotus.

……

With Tianxuan and the twelve Ancestral Witches going into seclusion, the management of the Witch Clan was temporarily delegated to the eighty-one Great Witches.

At this time, the Wu tribe, like the rising sun, was full of vigorous vitality and a desire for expansion.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, in front of a valley brimming with spiritual energy.

Xing Tian carried his axe and shield, followed by thousands of strong and robust Wu tribe warriors. Opposite them was a primordial race called the "Iron-Backed Azure Bears."

The Ironbacked Bear clan is known for its thick hides, immense strength, and powerful patriarch, a peak Golden Immortal. They are a dominant force in this region.

"You barbarians! This is our territory, and you have crossed the line!" The chieftain of the Azure Bear tribe stood upright, a hundred feet tall, and his roar shook the mountains and caused rocks to tumble down.

If this were a normal prehistoric world, Xing Tian would have already cleaved him in two with his axe.

What are you babbling about? Go tell my axe!

But at this moment, the solemn face and teachings of the Great Ancestor Tianxuan appeared in his mind.

Xing Tian took a deep breath and tried to force what he thought was a "kind" smile onto his fierce face. However, in the eyes of the Cangxiong Clan Chief, this smile was uglier than crying and looked like a prelude to eating a bear.

"Ahem, um... Fellow Daoist Xiong, right?" Xing Tian said in a deep voice, "I am the Great Witch Xing Tian. Our tribe has too many people and we can't fit everyone in. We think your place is nice, so we wanted to discuss with you whether we could... move to another place?"

Chieftain Cangxiong was stunned.

These menacing barbarians are actually trying to reason with us?

But he immediately flew into a rage: "Insolence! This is our ancestral land, how can we hand it over to others? If you want war, then let's fight, and stop talking!"

Xing Tian scratched his head, somewhat troubled: "The Great Ancestor said we shouldn't fight indiscriminately, but rather subdue others with virtue. Why won't you listen to advice, you bear?"

"Get out!" the chieftain of the Azure Bear Clan roared, and tens of thousands of Azure Bears behind him roared in unison, creating a terrifying scene.

Xing Tian sighed and turned to a junior shaman behind him, saying, "Go, get some people. Tell them this bear is unreasonable, and I can't 'convince' him by myself."

The young shaman obeyed the order, took out a specially made horn from his pocket, and blew it loudly.

"Ugh—!!!"

The mournful sound of the bugle echoed across the fields.

Chieftain Cangxiong sneered, "Call for reinforcements? Hmph, I'd like to see how many you can summon!"

After an incense stick has burned.

The earth began to tremble.

From the east, a streak of light shot in, and Hou Yi, carrying his divine bow, landed beside Xing Tian with a cold expression: "What? Someone's not giving me face?"

To the west, poisonous gas filled the air, and Xiang Liu's nine heads swayed as they peeked out from the clouds: "Who is it? Daring to bully our Xing Tian brothers?"

From the south, the Wind God and Rain Master arrive together, accompanied by fierce winds and torrential rain.

In the north, Kuafu strode forward, each step traversing mountains and rivers: "I've heard about reasoning? I love reasoning the most!"

……

In a short while, more than thirty great shamans stood in front of the valley.

More than thirty powerful Taiyi Golden Immortals, and they were also powerful witch clan shamans with strong physical bodies and overwhelming killing intent!

The terrifying power of blood and qi gathered together, like thirty blazing suns in the sky, directly causing the mountain-protecting formation of the Azure Bear Clan to teeter on the brink of collapse.

The once imposing chieftain of the Azure Bear Clan turned deathly pale instantly, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

He glanced at the trembling tribesmen behind him, then at the group of powerful shamans opposite him, who were eager to fight and had "nuclear benevolence" on their faces.

"This...this is what you call being reasonable?" Chief Cangxiong's voice was trembling with tears.

Xing Tian chuckled憨厚ly and pointed to his brothers behind him: "That's right, the Great Ancestor said, many hands make light work, and so does the truth. Look, all of us brothers are here to reason with you, isn't that sincere enough?"

Chief Cangxiong swallowed hard, then without a word, waved his hand and said, "Move! Move now! This place has bad feng shui; I've wanted to move it for a long time! It's a gift for you all!"

After saying that, the group of iron-backed bears, with a speed completely disproportionate to their size, carried their belongings and slunk away overnight.

Looking at the empty valley, Xing Tian nodded in satisfaction: "The Great Ancestor was right after all. As long as we are sincere in reasoning, everyone is reasonable."

The great shamans wholeheartedly agreed.

……

Of course, not all encounters are tense.

As the reputation of the Wu tribe spread, all living beings near Buzhou Mountain came to know about these "reasonable" giants.

One day, when Da Yi was leading his tribe to inspect their territory, they encountered a group of "spirits of plants and trees" being chased by ferocious beasts.

These little demons, transformed from the spirits of plants and trees, are of low strength. The strongest among them is only at the Celestial Immortal realm. Faced with ferocious beasts, they can only close their eyes and wait for death.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow pierced the sky, instantly penetrating the head of the ferocious beast, which was at the level of a Golden Immortal.

Da Yi sheathed his longbow and glanced indifferently at the group of terrified little demons: "This is the territory of the Witch Clan; ferocious beasts are not allowed to run rampant. You may leave."

The spirits of plants and trees, having escaped death, looked at Yi, who seemed like a god descended to earth, with both awe and gratitude in their hearts.

One of the older flower fairies mustered her courage and stepped forward, kneeling and saying, "Immortal... no, Great Witch! Our race is weak and vulnerable, living in constant fear in this primordial world. Now that this land belongs to the Witch Clan, we... wish to submit to the Witch Clan and seek their protection!"

Da Yi frowned slightly: "Submit?"

He initially wanted to refuse, after all, the Wu tribe was proud and disdained associating with the weak. But he suddenly remembered a saying of the Great Ancestor Tianxuan: "All the myriad beings in the primordial world are creations of the Father God. As long as one harbors good intentions, all can be friends."

Moreover, the Great Ancestor also assigned the task of collecting spiritual roots...

Looking at the group of plant spirits, Da Yi's heart stirred. Although these little demons were not strong in battle, they were naturally close to plants and trees, and were experts at finding spiritual roots and herbs!

"It's not impossible for you to seek refuge," Da Yi said in a deep voice, "but my Wu tribe does not support idlers."

The flower fairy was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed, saying, "We are willing to serve you like a cow or a horse!"

"No need to work like oxen and horses." Da Yi waved his hand. "Our ancestor has ordered that we collect all the spiritual roots and treasures in the world. Since you are spirits of plants and trees, you should be very good at this. From now on, you will be responsible for finding spiritual roots for my tribe, and you will hand over a certain number every hundred years. In return, my Wu tribe will protect you. What do you say?"

"This..." The flower fairy was stunned.