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

Chapter 26 Tongtian's Helplessness

"Those twelve Ancestral Witches were all at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and they cultivated both their physical body and primordial spirit without any flaws. But you and I, brothers, although we have innate treasures, are only hovering around the late Great Luo stage."

"A single step can make all the difference."

Upon hearing this, Taiyi's anger gradually subsided, replaced by a deep sense of frustration. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms: "But elder brother, why are they cultivating so quickly? We've also been cultivating diligently, and we've even listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace for three thousand years, so why—"

"Because of luck."

A glint of light flashed in Di Jun's eyes, as if he had seen through the fog. "The Wu Clan occupies Mount Buzhou, controls a vast territory spanning hundreds of millions of miles, and has gathered immense earth vein energy. As for us brothers, although we occupy the Sun Star, we have no power of our own."

"However—" Di Jun paused, then sneered, "Although they are strong, they ultimately took a shortcut. That Di Jiang doesn't listen to the sage's teachings; hmph, he's nothing but a frog in a well."

"Taiyi, go into seclusion."

"The future belongs to us."

"It's my eldest brother!"

Meanwhile, at Kunlun Mountain, at Yuxu Palace.

The atmosphere here is even more oppressive and cold than the sun.

The ever-present snow covers the green pines and cypresses, and amidst the swirling clouds and mist, what should have been a blessed land of immortals seems to be shrouded in a thick layer of gloom.

"Bang!"

A beautiful jade cup was smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently, and his usually majestic and arrogant face was now filled with twisted rage.

"Barbarians! A bunch of ignorant barbarians!"

Yuanshi paced back and forth in the main hall, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. "How dare they humiliate us like this! I am the true descendant of Pangu! How dare they?!"

The scene at Buzhou Mountain haunted his mind like a nightmare.

That "Get lost," that "might makes right," was like a series of resounding slaps, making his very soul tremble.

The Tongtian Sect Leader sat on a futon to the side, his brows furrowed, and remained silent.

Although he wasn't as hysterical as Yuan Shi, his pride made it equally difficult for him to accept today's outcome.

But more than anything, he felt helpless about his second brother. If his second brother hadn't attacked that great shaman without permission, the twelve ancestral shamans wouldn't have been provoked, and none of what followed would have happened.

Lao Tzu sat cross-legged at the head of the table, his eyes slightly closed, his expression seemingly calm, but his slightly trembling white eyebrows betrayed the unease in his heart.

"Second brother, calm down."

Lao Tzu spoke slowly, his voice aged and hoarse.

"Calm your mind? Elder brother, how can you expect me to calm my mind?!" Yuanshi suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Laozi. "That Dijiang pointed his finger at us and cursed us! He even stole the opportunity that should have been ours! Can you swallow this insult?!"

Even if you can't swallow it, you have to.

Lao Tzu opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable, radiating a chilling aura. "The situation is beyond our control. If we do not retreat today, the three of us brothers will likely perish at the foot of Mount Buzhou."

Yuan Shi paused, opened his mouth, but could not refute.

Although he was arrogant, he wasn't stupid. Twelve peak Great Luo cultivators were indeed an insurmountable mountain.

"But—are we just going to let it go like this?" Yuanshi gritted his teeth, his voice tinged with grievance.

"Of course we won't just let it go like that."

Laozi stood up, his gaze fixed on the direction of Buzhou Mountain, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "The Wu Clan is powerful, and its fortunes are currently soaring. But as the saying goes, what goes up must come down, and what reaches its extreme will reverse."

"They rely on their powerful cultivation, neglecting to accumulate merit and disrespect the will of Heaven. Sooner or later, they will be punished by Heaven."

"Cultivate diligently. When the next sage preaches, it will likely be the path beyond the Great Luo realm. At that time, we will have stepped into the Great Luo realm, while the Wu clan will have no way to advance and will remain stuck in the Great Luo realm. We will then have to settle the score for today's humiliation."

"Understood, brother."

After the feast of Xingtian tribe ended, Nuwa and the others left, and the twelve ancestral witches did not linger in the outside world.

The group harnessed the laws of nature, shrinking the distance to an inch, and soon returned to the Pangu Palace.

Sensing the return of everyone, Tianxuan slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, the chaotic energy within the hall seemed to freeze.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they held the illusion of galaxies and the slow evolution of a vast world, revealing a calm and wise understanding of the ways of the world.

"I'm back."

Tianxuan's voice was calm and gentle, echoing in the empty hall, instantly soothing the remaining murderous agitation on the Ancestral Witches.

"Brother!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches bowed in unison, their faces still bearing the lingering excitement.

Dijiang stepped forward. As the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he restrained his domineering demeanor in front of outsiders and respectfully recounted the whole story of the gourd vine at Buzhou Mountain in great detail.

From the provocation of Yuanshi Tianzun to the arrogance of Taiyi, to how he used thunderous means to drive everyone away, and finally how he bestowed treasures upon Nuwa and Hongyun under the pretext of "fate," thus forging a good relationship.

Having said all this, Dijiang lowered his head slightly, like a child waiting for his parent to grade his exam paper, and asked with a hint of trepidation, "Elder brother, did I do anything wrong today? After all, the Three Pure Ones are also manifestations of the Father God's primordial spirit. Such decisiveness, will it—"

"What's wrong with it?"

Tianxuan chuckled lightly, interrupting Dijiang.

He nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval: "Dijiang, you did very well today, even better than I expected."

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"Those Three Pure Ones claim to be the true descendants of Pangu, but in reality, they are narrow-minded. Especially Yuanshi, who values ​​empty fame over real benefits, constantly spouting 'following the will of Heaven and the people,' yet he utterly despises those of inferior origin."

Tianxuan's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, "Since he was the one who spoke rudely first, insulting my Wu Clan, then he has lost face. My Wu Clan stands tall and upright, cultivating the laws of the Father God, emphasizing pointing directly to one's true nature. If we were to be bullied and still swallow our anger, that would be disrespectful to the Father God, and unworthy of being descendants of Pangu!"

Hearing his elder brother say this, Zhu Rong was overjoyed and slapped his thigh, shouting, "That's right! Elder brother is absolutely right! That old bastard Yuanshi has such an arrogant attitude, I've wanted to beat him up for a long time! This time we only made him get lost, that's letting him off easy!"

Gonggong, unusually, did not refute Zhurong, but nodded in agreement: "Brother, those two three-legged crows were no good either, they were very arrogant. If it weren't for Brother Dijiang stopping me, I would have plucked all their feathers!"

Tianxuan waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. "Now that this matter is settled, let's continue our cultivation."

"It's my eldest brother."

Dijiang and the others said something, then sat down cross-legged and continued to comprehend the laws. Tianxuan sensed the richness of the light of the laws on their bodies and knew that they were only one step away from becoming Primordial Golden Immortals.

Tianxuan's figure flashed and disappeared from the Pangu Palace, appearing next to the gourd vine.