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

Chapter 51 Di Jiang: "Get him!"

The chieftain of the Black Bear tribe, named Xiong Ba, was a powerful demon at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years.

Months ago, he joyfully led millions of his people, traversing mountains and rivers, enduring countless hardships, to finally settle down on the spiritually rich plain at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains.

They thought they had finally found a paradise where they could live in peace and prosperity and raise their children, but little did they know that this beautiful dream would be ruthlessly crushed before it even began.

That day, the Primordial Celestial Venerable sat high above the nine heavens, not even glancing at them directly. He simply uttered coldly, "How dare you, creatures born of moisture and eggs, covered in fur and horns, defile my Kunlun Immortal Realm?" Then, a divine thunderbolt crashed down.

If Xiong Ba hadn't desperately used his natal magic weapon to defend himself, and if Yuanshi Tianzun hadn't been so proud of his status that he disdained to kill these "ants," the entire Black Bear tribe would likely have been annihilated by this attack. Even so, the Black Bear tribe suffered heavy casualties; countless newly transformed cubs were destroyed by the thunder's power, and Xiong Ba himself was severely injured, his very essence damaged.

Forced to flee the Kunlun Mountains like stray dogs, they headed north and retreated into a desolate and barren swamp.

"Chieftain, what should we do? This swamp is filled with poisonous miasma and has very little spiritual energy. Let alone cultivation, even newborn cubs would have a hard time surviving!" A black bear elder with half an arm missing knelt before Xiong Ba, tears streaming down his face, his voice filled with sorrow.

Xiong Ba clutched the deep, charred wound on his chest, exposing the bone, and coughed up a mouthful of purplish-black blood. His once honest bear eyes were now filled with chilling bloodshot veins and hatred.

"Injustice!!" Xiong Ba roared to the sky, pounding the ground with his fists, causing the surrounding mud to churn violently. "We, the Black Bear clan, have never committed any evil deeds; we have always been law-abiding! We have already paid tribute to the Witch Clan and received their protection. Why should the Three Pure Ones take away our land of survival with just a word? Just because we were born from eggs? Just because we are not some innate deities?!"

Anger, frustration, and resentment spread through the hearts of every member of the Black Bear tribe.

Just then, a loud whooshing sound suddenly came from the distant horizon.

A burly man, shirtless and with muscles as bulging as granite, roared in, riding a streak of earthy yellow light.

This burly man exuded intense blood energy, and there was a faint mark of the Earth Law between his eyebrows. He was a minor shaman of the Wu tribe, named Tu Yan, who was responsible for patrolling this area and collecting tributes from the subordinate tribes.

Seeing Tu Yan descend, Xiong Ba seemed to have grasped at the last straw. Ignoring his serious injuries, he scrambled forward and knelt down in front of Tu Yan with a thud.

"Your Excellency! Your Excellency, save me!" Xiong Ba howled pitifully, banging his head against the ground repeatedly, mud and water splattering all over his rugged face.

Tu Yan frowned, looking at the pitifully wretched Black Bear tribesmen before him, and asked in a deep voice, "Bear King? Didn't your tribe just migrate to the foot of Kunlun Mountain a few days ago? How did you end up in such a state? Who dared to touch a tribe protected by my Witch Clan?!"

The Wu tribe has always been protective of its own. Since they accepted tribute from others, they were now under the protection of the Wu tribe. Now, seeing his own tribe being beaten like this, Tu Yan felt a nameless anger rise in his heart.

Xiong Ba wept uncontrollably, embellishing his account of how Yuanshi Tianzun had ruthlessly driven them away and how he had killed them.

"Your Excellency! The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain are going too far! They don't take the Wu Clan seriously at all! They called us creatures born from moisture and eggs, saying we are not worthy to stay at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. This is clearly a slap in the face to the Wu Clan!" Xiong Ba cried out while secretly observing Tu Yan's expression.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and threw out his last bargaining chip: "Your Excellency, if the Witch Clan is willing to step forward and seek justice for our Black Bear Tribe, and reclaim that territory, I, Xiong Ba, hereby swear an oath to Heaven! From this day forward, the resources our Black Bear Tribe will pay to the Witch Clan each year will double! No, triple! Our tribe has discovered a top-grade Geng Gold vein at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. As long as we can return, all those ores will belong to the Witch Clan!"

When Tu Yan heard about the "top-grade Gengjin ore vein" and "resources tripled", his eyes lit up immediately.

The Wu tribe is now multiplying rapidly, with newborns emerging like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The Wu tribe practices dual cultivation of the physical body and the primordial spirit. Whether it is the tempering and refining of the physical body or the enhancement of the primordial spirit, it requires the consumption of massive amounts of rare and precious natural materials and various rare ores.

Doubling the resources is an absolute temptation.

Moreover, the Three Pure Ones' actions did indeed embarrass the Wu tribe.

"So this is the Three Pure Ones! How dare they be so arrogant and domineering!" Tu Yan sneered, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "Xiong Ba, you wait here. This matter is beyond my authority. I will go back and report to the Great Shaman immediately!"

Having said that, Tu Yan did not linger at all, but transformed into a whirlwind and sped off towards Buzhou Mountain.

Tu Yan sped along at breakneck speed and soon arrived at the tribe of the Great Witch Xing Tian.

He reported to Xing Tian in detail about the Black Bear tribe's plight and Xiong Ba's promise.

When Xing Tian heard that the Three Pure Ones dared to expel the tribe protected by the Wu Clan without cause and even cursed them as "born from wet eggs", he was furious.

"Insolence! That self-righteous hypocrite, does he really think this primordial world is his private domain?!" Xing Tian slammed his hand on the stone table beside him, instantly reducing the millennia-old basalt carving to dust. "Let's go! Follow me to the Pangu Palace; this matter must be decided by the Ancestral Witches!"

Xingtian picked up the axe and, along with Tu Yan, headed straight for the Pangu Palace.

Inside the Pangu Hall, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, exuding an ancient and vast primordial aura.

In the center of the main hall, the enormous statue of Pangu exuded an aura of power that suppressed all ages.

Inside the main hall, the twelve ancestral witches awoke from their cultivation.

After listening to Xing Tian's report.

A brief silence fell over the hall.

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes were slightly closed, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, it seemed as if the long river of time flowed within them.

He spoke slowly, his voice booming like a great bell, echoing in the empty hall: "Second Brother, what do you think of this matter?"

Dijiang sneered. Though his face remained expressionless, the surging spatial laws around him revealed the turmoil within him: "How should we view this? Naturally, we should attack them! That Yuanshi always claims to be the true descendant of Pangu. We already had a falling out back in the gourd vine incident, and now he's bullying our subordinate tribes. If we swallow this insult, how will the myriad races of the prehistoric world view my Wu tribe?"

"Furthermore, this primordial land was created by the Father God, and our Wu tribe is formed from the essence and blood of the Father God. We have the responsibility to protect it. The Three Pure Ones have only received a portion of the Father God's primordial spirit. What right do they have to claim kingship on Kunlun Mountain?"

"Since Second Brother has made up his mind, then go." Zhu Jiu said in a gloomy voice, "This feud has already been formed, and we can't be too heavy-handed with debts. One more time won't make a difference. However, Second Brother, you must establish your authority and not actually destroy Kunlun Mountain. My Wu Clan must protect this land for our Father God."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Dijiang laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the heavens.

He stepped out of the Pangu Palace, and the spatial laws around him erupted. The originally indestructible primordial space seemed to become a fragile window paper in front of him.

"Sizzle—"

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Dijiang ripped open a massive spatial rift in front of him with a sudden burst of force. From the other side of the rift, the ethereal and otherworldly scenery of Mount Kunlun could be faintly seen.

He then stepped into the spatial turbulence.