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

Qing Yi pondered. This was indeed a problem that needed to be addressed. The true destiny of Pangu could be left to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

After thinking for a moment, Qingyi said, "Next time they come, let them take out that tower to worship the Great God Pangu."

"If you don't want to, you're not allowed in."

A glint of light flashed in Qingyi's eyes.

After the completion of Pangu Mausoleum, all the creatures of the primordial world will inevitably be attracted and will eventually come here to worship.

When the Three Pure Ones are no longer allowed in, let's see if they still have the nerve to use the name of the true descendants of Pangu.

"Do they dare to come again?"

Houtu was a little surprised. She had almost been beaten to death this time, and she still dared to come again?

"It will come."

Qingyi was confident and prepared.

"Great! Next time I'll deal with that old man myself!"

Houtu jumped up.

Wang Shu looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, her face filled with kindness.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and Xihe were of the same generation, so she was considered their senior.

"I have a way to help you stabilize the fortune of the Great God Pangu."

Wang Shu spoke gently.

"Hmm? Aunt... Senior Wangshu, do you really have a way?"

Xuanming licked the popsicle he had made and came closer.

"You can give it a try."

Wang Shu took soil from the unfinished construction site and made twelve stone tablets.

"Write your introduction on the stone tablet, emphasizing that you are the true descendants of Pangu, and then place it on the stone statue belonging to you in front of the tombstone of the Great God Pangu."

"In the future, many primordial beings will come to worship the great god Pangu, and each of them will be able to see your introduction."

"In time, all the creatures of the primordial world will only recognize you, and not the Three Pure Ones."

The twelve ancestral witches' eyes lit up immediately.

"Thank you, Senior Wangshu! Senior Wangshu is truly brilliant!"

Each of the twelve Ancestral Witches took a stone tablet and began to think about what to write on it.

This was their weakness, and they all looked worried.

"How should we write it to show our domineering spirit?"

The twelve ancestral witches were so worried that they almost broke the stone tablet to pieces.

He couldn't help but turn his gaze to Wangshu again.

Wang Shu smiled slightly, "I'll help you think of something."

Wang Shu pointed out the twelve ancestral witches one by one.

"Senior Wangshu, what you wrote is not domineering at all."

Houtu took a bite of the roasted meat, chewed it, and then complained somewhat unsatisfactorily.

Wang Shu's smile remained unchanged as she patiently explained:

"The content on these stone tablets must be solemn and cannot be written carelessly, otherwise it will damage the image of the Great God Pangu. You represent the Great God Pangu when you are out in the world."

Wang Shu has clearly figured out how to get along with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Knowing that mentioning Pangu's name will be very useful.

The twelve ancestral witches were immediately convinced.

"Then what should I write?"

There were too many Ancestral Witches. Wang Shu was surrounded by Hou Tu and a few others, while Zhu Rong, who couldn't squeeze in, scratched his head in frustration.

"Brother Zhurong, let me help you."

A white figure appeared, speaking in a weak voice. Zhu Rong turned his head to look.

Xihe stood there gracefully, her fingers twirling.

"Hehe, Xihe, it would be great if you were willing to help."

"You write the inscription on my tombstone, and if anyone bullies you in the future, just tell me."

Zhu Rong shoved the stone tablet directly into Xi He's hands, pounding his chest loudly.

Xihe blushed slightly; she only wanted to repay Zhurong for carrying her up the mountain. "No one bullied me..."

Zhu Rong disagreed, "It may not exist now, but maybe it will in the future?"

Xihe:……

As time passed, the inscriptions on the stone tablets of the twelve ancestral witches were completed and placed in front of their respective stone statues.

"That's great. Once more beings worship the Father God and acknowledge our identity, we won't have to worry about our fortune being taken away."

The twelve ancestral witches looked at the modified stone statue with great satisfaction.

Each stone statue holds a stone tablet in a different pose, emphasizing their status as the true descendants of Pangu.

"Thank you so much, Senior Wangshu! You're so kind, just like an uncle!"

The twelve ancestral witches thanked Wangshu, and a harmonious scene unfolded within the Pangu Mausoleum.

Qingyi watched from the side, somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Wangshu to actually give him a surprise.

He is resourceful, patient, capable, and has a gentle personality.

Wang Shu is not bad.

Wang Shu smiled and looked at Qing Yi, "Fellow Daoist, do you see any shortcomings?"

Qingyi shook his head. "Fellow Daoist Wangshu's method is excellent."

"However, it did give me some inspiration."

Qingyi looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches and said, "You can add another stone wall, and carve some scenes of your construction of Pangu Mausoleum on it."

As he spoke, Qingyi looked at Wangshu and said, "Everyone involved in the construction of Pangu Mausoleum must be represented in it."

"After all, there will be many places that need to be replenished by living beings in the future. Pangu Mausoleum was built by the living beings of the primordial era, so it is natural that their presence should be there. This is also a kind of honor."

The twelve ancestral witches' eyes immediately lit up, and even Wang Shu thought it was excellent.

Seeing their reactions, Qingyi smiled slightly.

Now, the Pangu Mausoleum will definitely not lack emotional value; at the very least, it will satisfy those who come to pay homage to Pangu.

Soon, the twelve ancestral witches got busy.

Wang Shu, along with Xi He and Chang Xi, continued to construct the starry sky section.

......

"That was close."

Somewhere in the primordial land, the disheveled figures of the Three Pure Ones appeared.

Tongtian was covered in blood, but Yuanshi suffered the most.

Because Yuanshi's mouth was not clean, his face was swollen and he couldn't speak.

Tongtian wanted to say something, but seeing Yuanshi's miserable state, he silently swallowed his words and looked at Laozi.

"Thanks to you, elder brother, this time."

Lao Tzu also expended a lot of energy, and waved his hand.

He took out a pill and flicked it into Yuanshi's mouth before saying:

"We were careless. We never expected that the treasure left to us by the Great God Pangu would be taken by someone else first."

Tongtian nodded, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"By the way, elder brother, I heard them talking about worshipping the Father God. Could that be related to the Great God Pangu?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of unwillingness flashed in Laozi's eyes. "That must be it. It must be that the Great God Pangu left something there. What attracted us may not only be the treasures left to us by the Great God Pangu, but perhaps other things as well."

"Damn Ancestral Witch!" Just then, Yuanshi recovered somewhat and started cursing.

"How dare they stop us, the Three Pure Ones, from retrieving what our Father God left us, and even dare to use the name of the true descendants of Pangu!"

"Second brother, you must never..." Tongtian couldn't help but speak, but was interrupted by Yuanshi before he could finish.

"What? Do you think I'm in the wrong?"

Yuanshi's face turned ashen. "A bunch of beings who don't even have a primordial spirit dare to use what the Father God left us to block our path and extort benefits!"

"They even attacked us. Tongtian, how dare you accuse me? How laughable! That Ancestral Witch attacked you too."

The more Yuanshi spoke, the angrier he became, wishing he could go back and kill him right now.

"Second brother, I didn't say you were wrong, I just felt it wasn't necessary..."

Tongtian was indignant and wanted to explain.

This time, the Three Pure Ones did not receive the red lotus root and green lotus leaf, and therefore did not have the symbolic object that originally represented the Three Pure Ones as one family.

The relationship and its original development always fell just short of expectations.

"Okay, stop arguing."

Lao Tzu interrupted the two of them.

"We can't beat them now. If we still want what Pangu left us, we have to follow their rules."