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

The three continued climbing.

As the altitude increases, the surrounding scenery becomes increasingly desolate and ancient. Clouds and mist surge beneath one's feet, and the stars seem within reach. Few living beings have set foot here anymore; only those incredibly powerful beasts occasionally peek out from among the cliffs.

As she walked, Chang Xi finally couldn't suppress her curiosity any longer.

Looking at the Taoist priest ahead, who maintained a steady pace and whose back was as straight as a pine tree, she couldn't help but ask:

"Fellow Daoist Tianxuan, are you also going to the Pangu Palace?"

The direction we've taken along this journey has been clear: it leads directly to the Pangu Temple, the sacred site of the Wu tribe.

Upon hearing this, Tianxuan paused slightly, then resumed his normal pace and nodded: "Indeed, this humble Daoist must go to the Pangu Palace."

"What are you going there for?" Chang Xi blinked and asked bluntly, "Does fellow Daoist also want to join the Witch Clan?"

Having come this far, there was no point in hiding their purpose anymore, so Chang Xi frankly revealed the intentions of herself and her sister Xi He.

He blinked and smiled faintly, "I have some connection with the Witch Clan. My visit here can be considered... a family visit."

"Visiting relatives?"

Xihe and Changxi were both taken aback.

Could this person also be a direct descendant of Pangu?

They've seen the Three Pure Ones, but they've never heard of a Fourth Pure One.

Seeing that Tianxuan didn't intend to explain further, the two women didn't press him further and could only follow closely behind him, filled with doubt.

After an unknown amount of time, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A vast plain came into view. This plain was not naturally formed, but rather seemed to have been forcibly carved out of Mount Buzhou by some great force.

On the plains, buildings full of primitive and wild atmosphere rise up one after another.

Huge animal bones formed the framework of the house, and black boulders were piled up to form the walls, which were covered with rough witchcraft patterns and exuded a chilling aura.

This is the residence of the Xingtian tribe, and also the last line of defense protecting the Pangu Temple.

In the center of the tribe, a huge banner fluttered in the wind, bearing the image of a giant.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass on the Xingtian tribe!"

As soon as the three approached, a loud shout exploded like a thunderclap.

A small shaman, three zhang tall with muscles as prominent as rocks, wielding a huge spiked club, led a group of shaman warriors charging in with a thunderous roar.

Xihe was about to step forward and explain his purpose.

The young shaman, who was leading the group, rushed forward aggressively. Just as he was about to raise his spiked club to question Tianxuan, his gaze froze the moment it met Tianxuan's face.

"Clang!"

The spiked club in his hand fell to the ground, creating a deep crater.

The little witch's originally fierce face instantly became incredibly interesting, first astonished, then incredulous, and finally transformed into boundless ecstasy and awe.

His lips trembled, his knees buckled, and he was about to kneel down on the spot: "Your Majesty..."

The moment he uttered the word "big," a gentle yet irresistible force appeared out of nowhere, forcefully supporting his knees and preventing him from kneeling down.

Xiao Wu was stunned, and looked up at Tian Xuan in confusion.

Tianxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep, and shook his head slightly, conveying a sense of "this must not be made public".

Although this little witch is all brawn and no brains, she must have some cleverness to be sent by Xing Tian to guard the gate.

Looking at Tianxuan's ambiguous smile and then at the two incredibly beautiful women behind him, a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind.

understood!

It's obvious that the Great Ancestor doesn't want to reveal his identity in front of the two fairies.

The little witch thought she had grasped the true meaning, so she quickly swallowed back the words "Great Ancestor" that were on the tip of her tongue, her face turning red with embarrassment.

He frantically picked up the spiked club from the ground, standing there somewhat at a loss, unsure whether to clasp his hands in greeting or kneel down, looking utterly comical.

This scene was interpreted differently by Xihe and Changxi.

"What's wrong with this witch warrior?" Chang Xi muttered to herself. "He seems quite afraid of Fellow Daoist Tianxuan."

Xihe also looked bewildered, wondering to herself, "Could it be that Fellow Daoist Tianxuan once taught this tribe a lesson? Did he frighten them?"

To break the awkward silence, Xihe stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said politely:

"Brave warrior of the Wu tribe, I am Xihe, the star of the moon, and this is my younger sister, Changxi. We sisters admire the prestige of the Wu tribe and have come to pay our respects to our ancestral witch, seeking her protection. We hope you will inform her of our arrival."

The little witch remained unmoved after hearing this; his attention was entirely on Tianxuan.

Seeing that Tianxuan nodded slightly, signaling him to go and report, the little witch finally made a move.

"Ah? Oh! Okay! Wait! I'll go... I'll go report to the... the Great Shaman right away!"

After saying that, the little witch turned around and ran away at an astonishing speed, as if some prehistoric beast was chasing him, and even the ground rumbled as he stomped on it.

Watching the little witch flee in disarray, Chang Xi couldn't help but chuckle: "Why does this guy look so simple-minded?"

Tianxuan looked in the direction the little witch had left, a smile flashing in his eyes, and said softly, "He's a bit too straightforward, so he's naturally a bit naive."

……

Deep within the Xingtian tribe, inside a massive stone palace.

Xing Tian was shirtless, absorbing malevolent energy to temper his body. Beside him lay a giant shield and a giant axe, both radiating a chilling killing intent.

"Report—!!!"

The junior shaman guarding the gate tumbled and crawled in, shouting as he ran, "Great Shaman Xingtian! Something terrible has happened! No, no, it's fantastic news!"

Xing Tian frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and grumbled, "What's the panic! If the sky falls, the Ancestral Witches will hold it up! What's all the fuss about?"

The junior shaman rushed to Xing Tian, ​​panting heavily, and said in a low voice with a mysterious expression, "Great Shaman, I saw the Great Ancestor! The Great Ancestor has returned!"

"What?!"

Xing Tian abruptly stood up, instantly turning the stone seat beneath him into dust. His eyes widened like bronze bells, and he grabbed Xiao Wu's shoulder, shouting excitedly, "Who did you say? The Great Ancestor? The Great Ancestor is back? Where is he? Take me there!"

As he spoke, Xing Tian grabbed his axe and shield and charged out.

"Hey! Great Shaman, wait!" The little shaman, feeling dizzy from the shaking, quickly cried out, "It seems the Great Ancestor doesn't want to reveal his identity!"

Xing Tian paused, looking at Xiao Wu suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

Xiao Wu quickly recounted the events that had just occurred at the door, emphasizing that Tian Xuan had prevented him from kneeling and that Tian Xuan was accompanied by two stunningly beautiful goddesses.

"Two fairies are accompanying the Great Ancestor?" Xing Tian stroked his stubble-covered chin thoughtfully. "And they won't even let you kneel? What kind of trick is this?"

Although Xing Tian was warlike, he was not stupid.

Unable to guess Tianxuan's intentions, he passed the question on to others.

"I don't want to think about it anymore!" Xing Tian stamped his foot abruptly. "I'm going to tell the Ancestral Witches! Let them make a decision!"

After saying that, Xing Tian's figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light, and flew directly towards the Pangu Palace behind him.