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

Chapter 25 Dijiang's Magnanimity

He pointed to the seven gourds and said magnanimously, "You can choose first."

Dijiang's words fell like a gentle breeze across a valley, yet they stirred up a storm in the hearts of Nuwa, Fuxi, Hongyun, and Zhenyuanzi.

These are six top-grade innate spiritual treasures!

But Dijiang actually—let them choose first?

"You were all drawn here by the precious light; there is a connection between you in the unseen realm—this is fate."

Dijiang stood with his hands behind his back, his silver hair fluttering lightly. His eyes, which held the very essence of creation and destruction, exuded a captivating composure and magnanimity. "Spiritual treasures choose their masters, and those with the right destiny obtain them. Since our destiny has arrived, the opportunity on this gourd vine naturally belongs to all of you."

These words were spoken with utmost frankness.

In the primordial world, killing and plundering were commonplace, and the principle of the strong taking all was true.

The Witch Clan is now very powerful, with all twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together, and they even possess terrifying cultivation at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Even if they were to take all seven gourds into their possession, no one would dare to utter a single word.

But Dijiang did not do that; instead, he followed that elusive "fate".

Nuwa's beautiful eyes swept over Dijiang, giving him a deep look, and she gained a new understanding of the Wu tribe.

"If that's the case, then Nuwa will be shameless."

Nuwa didn't stand on ceremony. She stepped forward, raised her delicate hand, and a ray of divine light slowly emerged.

On the gourd vine, a gourd, its entire body a deep purple-blue and exuding an eerie and bewitching aura, seemed to be summoned. It trembled slightly, and with a "snap," its stem fell off, transforming into a stream of light that obediently landed in Nuwa's palm.

On the other side, Ancestor Hongyun was also beaming with excitement.

"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Dijiang for your kindness!"

With a wave of his sleeve, Hongyun caused the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, which was entirely purple-red and exuded boundless malevolent energy, to fall into his hand automatically.

This treasure contains red sand, which is specifically designed to corrupt a person's primordial spirit and physical body. It is truly a deadly weapon, perfectly compensating for the weakness of Hongyun's lack of offensive methods.

With the treasure in hand, the two couldn't hide their joy.

Nuwa put away the gourd, bowed solemnly to Dijiang Yingying, and said sincerely, "Today's acquisition of this treasure is due to the immense favor done by the Wu Clan. Nuwa will remember this cause and effect. In the future, if the Wu Clan has any requests, as long as it does not violate morality, Nuwa will certainly not refuse."

Hongyun nodded repeatedly, patting his chest to assure her, "Exactly! Although my skills are meager, I would go through fire and water for Fellow Daoist Dijiang, without hesitation!"

For spiritual practitioners, karma is of utmost importance.

Di Jiang smiled slightly and returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "You two are too kind. The treasure has a spirit; it's just returning it to its rightful owner."

Seeing this, Fuxi and Zhen Yuanzi, though envious, showed no greed.

One of them was accompanying his sister, and the other was accompanying an old friend. Neither of them felt any connection between the gourd and themselves.

A gentleman loves wealth, but he acquires it in a proper way. If there is no chance to obtain it, forcing it is not a good thing.

Fuxi played the zither and smiled: "Congratulations, sister, congratulations, Fellow Daoist Hongyun. I also admire Fellow Daoist Dijiang's noble character."

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and exclaimed, "I have witnessed the spirit of the Wu tribe today."

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Seeing that everyone had obtained their opportunity, Dijiang turned to look at the remaining gourds on the vine.

Dijiang did not rush to remove it, but instead waved his sleeve.

"Buzz"

A silver light curtain containing the laws of space appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire gourd vine.

Then, Houtu also made her move, and the turbid air of the earth rose up, transforming into a thick earth shield that perfectly merged with the spatial light curtain.

"The remaining gourds are not yet fully ripe, so let them stay here a little longer," Dijiang said calmly. "In my Wu Clan's territory, this is the safest treasure trove."

That was a statement that exuded domineering confidence.

Looking across the vast wilderness, who would dare to come to the heart of Buzhou Mountain and steal things right under the noses of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

That's because they think their life is too long.

Having done all this, Dijiang stepped aside, made a "please" gesture, and revealed a sincere smile: "Fellow Daoists, this place is simple and not suitable for entertaining guests. If you don't mind, would you like to come with me to the tribe for a chat? Although the tribe has no fine wines and delicacies, the spiritual fruits and meats that are the specialties of Buzhou Mountain have a unique flavor. At the same time, my brother and I would also like to discuss the Dao with you all."

"That is indeed my wish, but I dare not ask!" Fuxi laughed and agreed.

Nuwa, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hongyun readily agreed.

For them, being able to discuss the Dao with Dijiang and the others was also a rare opportunity.

The group rode on auspicious clouds and arrived at Xingtian's tribe amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of countless great shamans.

Dijiang did not bring Nuwa and the others into the Pangu Palace for two reasons: firstly, his elder brother was meditating in the Pangu Palace and they did not want to disturb him; secondly, their relationship with Nuwa and the others was not good enough to warrant taking them to their own sacred land.

Meanwhile, thirty-three days away, on the Sun Star.

This is the primordial land of extreme yang, where the golden fire of the sun burns eternally, raging and roaring, distorting and deforming even the void itself.

"boom-!!!"

A deafening roar echoed from the magnificent Sun God Palace.

A table carved from ten thousand years of fire essence was instantly blasted into dust by a fist burning with raging flames.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!!!"

Donghuang Taiyi's golden hair danced wildly, his eyes were bloodshot, and the true fire of the sun swirling around him erupted like a runaway volcano, illuminating the entire hall in a crimson gold.

His chest heaved violently, his teeth grinding together: "What is that Dijiang?! He's nothing but a bunch of barbarians relying on the legacy of the Father God's blood! How dare they tell me to get lost? How dare they humiliate me like this!!!"

Recalling that scene at Buzhou Mountain, Taiyi felt a piercing sense of humiliation.

He, the mighty Eastern Emperor, was born embracing the Chaos Bell, claiming to be ordained by Heaven and destined to rule over all races in the primordial world.

But today, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he didn't even have the courage to make a move and was forced to retreat.

This feeling of powerlessness is more painful than killing him.

"That's enough!"

A deep shout interrupted Taiyi's roar.

Di Jun sat on the throne at the head of the table, his face ashen. Although he was not as furious as Tai Yi, the cold light flashing in his eyes was colder and more piercing than the true fire of the sun.

"What's the use of getting angry? Will it get that treasure back? Will it get the lost dough back?"

Di Jun's voice was cold and rational, revealing a ruthless and patient nature.

Taiyi whirled around, glaring at his elder brother, and roared in frustration, "Brother! Are we just going to let this go? Those Twelve Ancestral Witches have gone too far! If we don't avenge this, my inner demons will never be quelled, and how will I ever attain enlightenment?!"

"Revenge? Of course I'll take it."

Di Jun slowly stood up, walked to the edge of the hall, and looked down at the surging sea of ​​fire below, his gaze profound: "But not now."

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"Taiyi, haven't you figured it out yet? Today's defeat is not due to a lack of skill, but rather to a difference in strength."