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

After Wang Shu expressed her gratitude, she introduced Qing Yi to him:

"These two are newly born innate deities on the Taiyin Star, and they are now my disciples."

Xi and He, who were curiously observing Qingyi, quickly bowed.

Qingyi nodded in acknowledgment and introduced the twelve Ancestral Witches behind him.

"These twelve ancestral witches are the true descendants of Pangu, and can be considered my nephews. It just so happens that you are all young people, so you will have things to talk about together."

The true lineage of Pangu?

If one's lineage and connection with Pangu were not deep, one would absolutely not be worthy of such a great reputation.

The weight of those four words sent a shiver down the spines of Xihe and Changxi, and they quickly stepped forward to pay their respects.

The twelve ancestral witches also proudly held their heads high.

"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, please."

"Fellow Daoist Qingyi, please."

The two climbed Mount Buzhou side by side.

Just as Xihe and Changxi were about to follow, eight arms suddenly blocked their way.

"Hmm?" Houtu stretched out her hand towards the two of them.

"Huh?" Xihe and Changxi looked completely bewildered.

"Little sister, what are you doing?"

Xuanming quickly grabbed Houtu.

"They charge admission."

Houtu said, "It is only natural."

"We can't accept this!"

Xuanming glanced at Wangshu's retreating figure, then pulled Houtu aside and whispered something to her.

"Didn't you see that this was brought by my uncle's friend? Maybe we'll have to call her aunt in the future. Then these two will be aunt's disciples, and we'll all be family. Why would we need tickets to worship the Father God?"

The other ancestral witches were immediately shaken upon hearing this.

Houtu's expression changed incredibly quickly, instantly transforming from one of only recognizing the benefits to one of beaming smiles.

The eight arms that demanded tickets grabbed Xihe and Changxi with a snap and slammed them onto Gonggong and Zhurong's shoulders.

"You two must have had a long and tiring journey. Let this roughneck take you up."

Before Xihe and Changxi could react, they heard the wind whistling in their ears.

Zhurong: "Gonggong, you're definitely not as fast as me. Is that Xihe on my head? You better sit down."

Gonggong: "Bullshit, watch how my uncle taught me how to navigate the bends in the drainage ditch."

Even though I bear the burden of the Moon Goddess, I will still ride far ahead of everyone else.

The farce here naturally could not be kept secret from Wang Shu, a late-stage Great Luo Immortal, and Qing Yi, a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Wang Shu blushed, while Qing Yi was speechless.

Everything that was said before was fine, and Wang Shu was also quite to his liking. He had been lonely for so many years, so having a Star Goddess as his ancestral witch's aunt was acceptable.

That person, he has to enjoy it, so he doesn't reject it.

But what's with the bend in the drainage ditch behind it?

Fortunately, at this moment, the two arrived at the entrance of Pangu Mausoleum.

"Pangu Mausoleum?"

Looking at the Dao patterns, Wang Shu felt that this was the place that attracted her to go in and sit down.

"That's right. When the great god Pangu visited this place, I asked him for permission to build his tomb here."

Qingyi began to explain, "This can also be considered as giving the beings of the primordial world a place to worship the great god Pangu. Otherwise, if they don't worship the great god Pangu, they will worship other people."

Wang Shu nodded affirmatively, recalling Qing Yi's mention of Hongjun, the thief who stole the heavens.

"This is a good idea. We can't let the creatures of the primordial world forget the great god Pangu."

When Wang Shu spoke, the twelve ancestral witches all gave him a thumbs up.

As expected of my aunt, she thinks the same way they do.

"only……"

Wang Shu was a little embarrassed, "I didn't know there was a Pangu Mausoleum here, it wasn't here when I came..."

Qingyi nodded inwardly. As expected of a primordial deity, he was born knowing that one could not come empty-handed for worship.

From this perspective, it's clear that the investment in Pangu Tomb will definitely not be a loss.

"It's alright, everything is prepared inside. Besides, the Great God Pangu doesn't care about these things; sincerity is all that matters."

After saying that, Qingyi led the way inside.

The group filed in.

Xihe and Changxi had just gotten off Zhurong and Gonggong, their faces flushed, a mixture of excitement and embarrassment on their faces.

I never expected that I would be carried up here to worship the God Pangu. The key point is that it was really fun.

Changxi is playful and wishes she could do it all again, while Xihe is steady and composed, but the thrill of such an experience is unforgettable.

However, once inside Pangu Mausoleum, all sorts of distracting thoughts immediately vanished.

Joking aside, don't joke around inside Pangu Mausoleum.

The entire layout is solemn.

The starry sky, the primordial land, the four seas, and other elements are scaled down, making it practically a miniature primordial world.

The three newcomers were stunned.

The twelve ancestral witches were extremely proud, as they had built it themselves.

Qing Yi smiled and explained, "Apart from the West, I am not familiar with the other regions, so I have left it blank for now. If you have any knowledge of other places, you can fill in the blanks."

"Could I also help the great god Pangu perfect his tomb?"

Wang Shu was somewhat shocked; this was incredibly attractive to her.

This is the great god Pangu! What an honor this is!

"nature."

Qingyi nodded, "If it were just me and my few good-for-nothing nephews, it would probably never be perfect."

"it is good."

Wang Shu agreed without hesitation, "After we finish worshipping the Great God Pangu, I will take two disciples to help improve the starry sky."

Xihe and Changxi were also very excited upon hearing this.

"Can."

Qingyi was very satisfied with the three people's reaction; this was exactly what he wanted.

At that time, all living beings in the primordial world helped to perfect Pangu's Mausoleum.

You can guess how valuable this ancient tomb is.

"what?"

Upon arriving at the stone tablet, Wang Shu was again drawn to the kneeling statue.

Then I saw the contents of the crime monument next to it, and the last line of small characters.

"Those who leave their traces can take revenge on that old thief Hongjun."

"That Hongjun is so wicked! He's made it so that Master can't use the Star God anymore!"

Chang Xi cursed directly, leaving a trace of her aura on the Sin Monument without hesitation.

Then he stepped forward and slapped the statue in the face with a loud crack.

The statue's head rolled away a long way.

"No, you..."

Zhu Rong hurriedly went to pick up the head, saying, "Take it easy, I'm tired from running so far."

Zhu Rong welded his head back on and complained.

"I...I didn't mean to."

Chang Xi blushed. In her anger, she attacked, but she didn't expect the statue to be so flimsy.

Wang Shu figured out something.

"Is this how the statue is used?"

"Fellow Daoist has discerning eyes."

Qing Yi smiled slightly, concealing his merits and fame.

"Then I have to try it out."

Wang Shu also left a wisp of her breath on that monument of sin.

With a snap.

The statue's head almost flew off the Pangu Mausoleum, but Wang Shu caught it and pressed it back down.

Wang Shu shook hands briefly, seemingly wanting to try again.

It was so exhilarating; she had never felt so good before.

Today, I've done a small part of avenging the God of Stars.

"Master."

Upon seeing this, Xihe lowered her head and blushed as she stepped forward.

"I haven't played it yet."

Soon, Hongjun's head flew around in Pangu Mausoleum like a ball.

Qing Yi looked at the three new auras on the crime monument with satisfaction. Not bad, this is the pledge of loyalty.

Those who come to pay homage to Pangu must leave their breath before slapping Hongjun.

Qingyi was eagerly anticipating the reactions of the beings after Hongjun became a saint, especially those who went to Zixiao Palace.

What? I slapped a saint? And I even have evidence?

Should we be proud or afraid?

Qingyi was eagerly anticipating that day.

Then, under Qingyi's guidance, Wangshu lit three innate spiritual roots and inserted them into the incense burner.

After solemnly offering incense, Wang Shu thought for a moment and then took out a branch.

"This is a branch of the laurel tree, which I offer to the great god Pangu today."

"Father God Pangu will protect Aunt...the Star God."

Houtu took the laurel branch and said solemnly.

Then he turned around and planted it in the soil, alongside those innate spiritual roots.