Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

"clear!"

Zhu Rong immediately placed the kneeling statue of Hongjun in front of the stone tablet.

It looks like a sinner is apologizing to Pangu.

"Uncle, would you like to try it out first?"

After adjusting, Zhu Rong looked at Qing Yi.

"Give it a try."

Qingyi stepped forward and slapped the statue across the face.

Hongjun's head rolled off.

"Hehe, Uncle, was it good? Was it the effect you wanted?"

Zhu Rong scrambled over, picked up Hongjun's head, breathed fire, and then pressed the head back onto the head.

Chao Qingyi smiled and took credit.

My uncle said that it's only satisfying to slap someone when there's feedback, so the statue can't be made too sturdy.

Qingyi frowned and nodded.

"It feels great, but what kind of clay did you use to make it?"

Zhu Rong didn't speak, but covered his crotch.

"It was my uncle who said to use the most disgusting mud, so I..."

Qingyi took out the Three Lights Divine Water and washed his hands with a look of disgust.

"Alright, that's settled then. Go and call all your brothers and sisters over here."

Qingyi then took out a lump of Breath Soil, shaped it into a flat stone tablet, and placed it in front of the Hongjun statue, naming it the "Sin Tablet".

As its name suggests, this stone tablet records the crimes committed by Hongjun.

The inscription reads: "The Thief Who Stole Heaven in the Primordial Era - Hongjun".

Incidentally, it briefly describes how Hongjun schemed against the innate star gods during the Great Calamity of Ferocious Beasts, and how, for his own selfish reasons, he disregarded the western earth veins and instigated the conflict between the Dao and the Demonic Path, which led to the severing of the Demonic Path for all living beings in the prehistoric world.

"How tragic and lamentable! From this day forward, the path to supreme power for all the myriad races of our primordial world has been lost once more."

Since Rahu is dead, the path of demonic cultivation must be important.

The more important the demonic path is, the more evil Hongjun appears.

When the beings of the primordial world reach the end of their cultivation and can no longer make progress no matter how hard they try, they will remember that if Rahu were still alive, perhaps the demonic path could have been successful.

As a result, it was ruined by that bastard Hongjun.

This is the greatest enemy of all living beings in the primordial world.

"uncle!"

A sweet, delicate voice came from behind.

Houtu, with her eight arms, ran in carrying a fragrant piece of roasted meat, followed closely by the other eleven Ancestral Witches.

"Uncle, please try it, it's delicious!"

Houtu grabbed a piece of meat and insisted on stuffing it into Qingyi's mouth.

"Move back, move back."

Qingyi pushed him away, saying, "I spent countless eons nurturing my innate spiritual root stomach, and you almost ruined it with a single bite of my flesh."

Houtu pouted, "What's so good about spiritual roots? They're tasteless."

The other eleven ancestral witches nodded in agreement; they were carnivores.

Qingyi glanced at the Ancestral Witches and said, "What do you know? There's a hierarchy of food too. If things continue to degenerate in the primordial world, even those with innate spiritual roots won't be able to eat anything they want."

"Alright, quiet down, listen to me."

Qingyi looked at the disheveled and dirty Ancestral Witch with satisfaction.

In order to build Pangu Mausoleum, even the Great Luo Golden Immortals have become unlike Great Luo Golden Immortals.

"You've worked hard during this time, and I've felt your filial piety towards the God Pangu."

"So now, Pangu Mausoleum can begin operations, and I have decided to preach to you."

"During the construction of Pangu Mausoleum, you must have gained a lot. After this sermon, you should all reflect on your experiences."

The twelve ancestral witches were thrilled to hear this, as it was their two favorite things.

The first thing is to be filial to Pangu.

The second thing is to improve our strength.

"Is Uncle going to preach?"

"Thank you, Uncle."

The twelve ancestral witches quickly sat down in a row.

"We can't let that old thief Hongjun hear this!"

Xuanming suddenly rolled out two mud balls and stuffed them into the ears of the Hongjun statue.

Then he sat down, satisfied.

Qingyi gave her an appreciative look, then took out the Breath Soil and set up an altar, along with an incense burner.

He casually picked three innate spiritual roots, inserted them, and lit them.

"This incense burner should not be broken in the future. This is an offering to the Great God Pangu. In the future, when creatures from all over the prehistoric world come, they will bring their own spiritual roots, so that the Great God Pangu can see the diversity of spiritual roots in the prehistoric world."

Qingyi gave instructions to the twelve ancestral witches.

With this, the Pangu Mausoleum can be considered partially completed.

Qingyi sat down facing the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Now, I will tell you about the Way of Laws..."

.......

Yujing Mountain.

Hongjun's injuries had long since healed, but his goal was to attain enlightenment.

"Qingyi..."

When his mind is filled with distracting thoughts, Hongjun can't help but analyze.

After reaching an agreement with the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun's authority in the prehistoric world increased significantly.

Over this long period of time, he has performed countless calculations on Qingyi, but without any results.

There was no trace of the Wu tribe either.

"Could it be that he's been staying in the Pangu Palace the whole time?"

There was only one place in the primordial world, the Pangu Palace, which even he could not explore with the help of the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun was unaware that Pangu had also left his will on a stone tablet, and even less aware that it had been built into the Pangu Mausoleum.

Unable to deduce Qingyi's whereabouts, Hongjun always felt uneasy.

The Wu Clan has not yet been born. Although the situation could be slightly altered and the birth of the Wu Clan might be delayed due to Qing Yi's influence, Hongjun still felt it was not a safe bet.

He hoped that the witch clan would lower Qingyi's merit and fortune so that he could get rid of Qingyi, so he had no choice but to take it seriously.

"No, I need to go find Yangmei first."

At this point, Hongjun's strength was such that he was no longer afraid of facing the Space Demon God Yangmei.

.......

Buzhou Mountain.

Three figures appeared.

"Is this the Pillar that Supports Heaven?"

The sisters Xihe and Changxi stared in astonishment at the majestic Buzhou Mountain before them, their mouths agape.

Mount Buzhou was not only high, but also oppressive; even standing at its foot, they still felt suppressed.

Here, even if they were immortals, they could not damage a single rock.

Wang Shu was also somewhat distracted as she looked at Buzhou Mountain. The last time she came here, it was during the Great Calamity of Ferocious Beasts.

However, this time it seems a little different.

Wang Shu looked towards a spot halfway up the mountain.

There is a large array blocking the way, but the area blocked by the array was not as large as it is now.

Moreover, she had an urge to go in and sit down.

Now that she has reached the peak of the Great Luo realm, every thought she has is not something that arises casually.

Just then, she saw more than a dozen figures coming from the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain.

"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, it's been a long time."

Qingyi walked at the front, with the twelve Ancestral Witches lined up in two rows behind him.

This is Pangu Mausoleum's first business deal, so we have to do it well.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyi, it is Wangshu who has disturbed you."

Wang Shu bowed to Qing Yi.

Qingyi glanced at Wangshu and said, "What trouble you? By the way, congratulations on your further advancement in cultivation."

Wang Shu gave a wry smile, "It was just luck. I'm not as lucky as Fellow Daoist Qing Yi."

Wang Shu confirmed repeatedly that she could not see through Qing Yi's cultivation level.

"Could it be that you, fellow Daoist, have already...?"

"That's right, I have now entered the Hunyuan realm."

Qingyi readily admitted it.

Upon hearing this, Wang Shu felt a surge of emotions. The last time she saw Qing Yi, Qing Yi was still in the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

Now that Qingyi has entered the Hunyuan realm, she is only at the peak of the Daluo realm.

Qingyi saw through her thoughts and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist, your timing is perfect. I'm currently giving a sermon to my nephews. Would you like to join me?"

Since I decided to win over Wang Shu last time, I naturally have to help Wang Shu embark on the path of Hunyuan.

The stronger the creatures of the primordial world are, the stronger the primordial world will become.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. I'll take my leave then."