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

"Alright, let's go, let's go pay our respects to the Father God first."

Dijiang led them to the Pangu Stele.

A kneeling statue caught their attention.

"Hongjun?"

The four arrived at the monument to the sinners and saw its inscription.

"He deserves to be hit!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi were not treated well by Wang Shu, and they felt frustrated but dared not show it.

Now we don't have to endure it anymore.

He left a wisp of his aura on the Sin Monument and slapped Hongjun's head so hard it flew off.

"Zhurong, welding head."

Dijiang gave Zhurong a word, and immediately a one-stop service was arranged.

"This Hongjun is truly a villain."

Nuwa frowned, went up and slapped the head that had just been reattached off.

Fuxi felt a little embarrassed when he saw such a girl, but he still took a step forward.

"The primordial world should not be ruined by such evil people."

Snapped!

The four then visited the stone tablets held by the twelve ancestral witch statues. After reading the inscriptions, they were all filled with admiration.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at the Twelve Ancestral Witches carried a hint of envy.

It was formed from the essence and blood of the great god Pangu, so its origins are truly profound.

And to build such a lavish mausoleum, he is truly worthy of being the authentic descendant of Pangu.

"Fellow Daoists of the Ancestral Witches, you who protect the Great God Pangu, you are truly great."

Fuxi sighed, "If it weren't for you, we probably wouldn't have even remembered to offer sacrifices to the great god Pangu."

Dijiang tilted his head back noncommittally, "Let's offer sacrifices to the Father God first."

The four of them lit three innate spiritual roots, inserted them into the incense burner, and then planted the spiritual roots they brought with them next to the tombstone.

Di Jun planted the hibiscus branches next to the laurel branches.

After going through all the procedures, the memorial service was considered complete.

However, all four of them noticed a fragment beneath the tombstone.

Even a single fragment emitted an aura that shocked the four of them.

"What level of spiritual treasure is this? It's just a fragment, yet its aura is comparable to my Eastern Emperor Bell."

"What a terrifying aura... this magical treasure..."

The four were shocked and somewhat lost their composure; even Nuwa was a little dazed.

Upon seeing this, Fuxi quickly spoke up to remind the four of their presence, while also asking Dijiang a question.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, shall we now proceed with the terrain construction?"

"right."

Dijiang nodded, "And rest assured, fellow Daoists, we won't let you work for nothing."

"No, no."

As soon as Dijiang finished speaking, the four of them shook their heads repeatedly.

"How can building a primordial landscape for the Great God Pangu to see be considered a waste of effort?"

No, you've misunderstood.

Dijiang pointed to the huge stone wall, "Anyone who participated in the construction can leave their mark on that stone wall, so that your great names will be remembered forever."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun and Tai Yi's eyes lit up.

They love to be high-profile, and they have to do it.

Even Nuwa is no exception; her reputation is simply too great. Even if you are a naturally divine being, you cannot escape the common practice.

"These are all rules set by my uncle, and nothing else."

Dijiang continued, "My uncle also said that although it is our duty to serve the Father God, whose time is not valuable?"

"So my uncle will preach here, but it's not time to begin yet."

"You can continue your practice, and when the time comes, you can stay here to listen to the teachings."

"uncle?"

When Nuwa and the other three heard this title again, they suddenly remembered that Dijiang had said that Pangu Mausoleum was built under the guidance of Pangu and his uncle.

However, their attention was drawn to Pangu.

Now, when the topic is brought up again, they gasp in shock.

A figure from the same era as Pangu!

And he sounds like a kind and easy-going person.

"The uncle that Fellow Daoist Dijiang mentioned is...?"

Di Jun tried asking.

Dijiang pointed to the top of his head.

"Hey, your uncle has been watching you ever since you came in."

Nuwa and her three companions broke out in a cold sweat and looked up.

A clock hangs in the artificial starry sky.

The bell is decorated with patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and the state, radiating a shimmering golden light.

Four long swords surround the bell, each containing extremely terrifying killing power.

In the very center, a ruler imbued with terrifying merit floats.

A figure in cyan sat on the ruler, eyes slightly closed, with a phantom of a cyan lotus behind him, surrounded by various auras of laws, as if he were cultivating.

Nuwa and the other three were greatly alarmed.

They had just looked at the starry sky, but none of them noticed this figure.

In particular, the aura emanating from him was so strong that they didn't even know it.

A living figure, from the same era as Pangu, appeared before our eyes.

They already knew Qingyi's background: the Chaos Green Lotus that, according to legend, gave birth to the Great God Pangu.

They are also the guardians of the primordial world today!

If it weren't for Qingyi, this primordial world would probably have been destroyed by the surviving Chaos Gods long ago, and their fate might have ended before it even began.

Thinking of this, the four of them couldn't help but feel respect.

"Greetings, senior."

Nuwa and the other three quickly bowed in respect.

"Alright, Uncle is cultivating, let's go about our business."

Dijiang interrupted them, and with a wave of his hand, four iron shovels flew over.

"Come on, dust!"

Under the leadership of the twelve ancestral witches, Nuwa and her three companions officially began their vigorous construction work.

Fuxi was born with a sensitivity to the eight trigrams and was skilled at deduction. For him, building a miniature primordial world was also a form of spiritual practice.

He could deduce the direction of some simple terrains through deduction, and could immediately discover errors in construction. He was also a master at drawing construction drawings.

Nuwa was born with a knack for playing with mud; even towering mountains, when built by her, would have a unique charm.

Di Jun and Tai Yi are not doing so well.

Di Jun's companion spirit treasure, the Star Chart of Preaching, is completely useless, and Tai Yi is almost the same, only good for doing manual labor.

However, the thought of hearing the great master preach made them all incredibly excited.

Meanwhile, creatures from all over the primordial world also arrived at Buzhou Mountain one after another.

The twelve ancestral witches did not forget their duties and went to guide the coming beings to worship the great god Pangu.

"Hahaha, I, Hongyun, along with my friend Zhen Yuanzi, have come to pay homage to the Great God Pangu and offer thirty ginseng fruits."

"I am the Ancestor Kunpeng..."

"My Blood Sea Ancestor..."

"My Eastern King..."

The Pangu Mausoleum is becoming increasingly lively.

Those who came to pay homage to Pangu, upon learning that there would be further sermons, did not leave.

They all joined the great cause of building a miniature prehistoric land.

Creatures from almost every direction arrived, gaining knowledge of various parts of the primordial land.

The last piece of the map in Pangu Mausoleum is slowly being completed.

However, not every innate deity's origins led them to Pangu Mausoleum.

Two slender figures approached Buzhou Mountain, heads down, as they searched.

Judging from their posture, they seemed determined to dig three feet into the ground.

Finally, they arrived near Buzhou Mountain.

Although none of the innate deities who entered Pangu Mausoleum left, some news still spread from the weak creatures gathered at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

"What? We need to hand over a spiritual treasure to go up that Buzhou Mountain? Where are we going to find a spiritual treasure?"

"You don't need spiritual treasures? But you want spiritual roots? No, no, I collected them all with great effort."

"Has Mount Buzhou become the private property of that Ancestral Witch? Watch as my brother and I storm it!"