Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

Chapter 42 Things in the River of Time

Dijiang rubbed his temples. "These two bastards have been bragging about it every day since they came back. Don't they get tired of it?"

"Let's get down to business."

His gaze swept over the other Ancestral Witches: "What do you think of the Celestial Court? Can you destroy it?"

After these words were spoken, the hall fell silent for a moment.

Qiang Liang spoke first, his voice like thunder: "Destroy what? The Heavenly Court was formed from the pure energy of the Father God's head, and it is extraordinary in itself."

Destroying the Celestial Court is easy, but who is behind the Celestial Court? It's Hongjun, it's the Heavenly Dao.

Shebishi nodded in agreement: "Moreover, although those celestial officials are useless, their numbers are overwhelming. If a full-scale war were to break out, our Wu clan would also suffer heavy losses."

Xi Zi scoffed, "What's there to be afraid of? In Father God's world, are they allowed to run wild?"

Just as the two were about to start arguing, Dijiang raised his hand to stop them.

His gaze fell on Houtu.

Among the twelve Ancestral Witches, Houtu is the most unique. She is least affected by the Earthly Fiend Qi, is gentle by nature, thoughtful, and is recognized as a "wise woman".

"Houtu," Dijiang said.

What do you think?

Houtu pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Brother, I can sense that we don't have much time left."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy.

Gonggong was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Houtu looked at him calmly: "Behind the Celestial Court is the Heavenly Dao, and Hongjun. Although our Wu Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit and does not believe in destiny, we have to admit that the Heavenly Dao is watching us."

She paused, then continued, "The Celestial Court can be destroyed, but what happens after that? Will Hongjun stand idly by? Will the Heavenly Dao allow our Wu Clan to dominate?"

Zhu Rong scratched his head: "Then what should we do? Are we just going to let them run around like this?"

Houtu shook her head: "It's not that we are indestructible, it's just that the time is not yet right. We, the twelve brothers and sisters, must unite to form a new force."

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"A new force?" Gonggong's eyes lit up.

"What kind of power? The kind that can hit people?"

Houtu glanced at him helplessly, and was about to explain when suddenly a deep voice rang out: "I have glimpsed something in the river of time."

Everyone turned their heads.

The Time Ancestral Witch, Zhu Jiuyin, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they contained the vicissitudes of countless years.

"The opportunity left to us by the Father God in our bloodline can be summoned, and it is called the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation."

"If this formation is completed, it can condense the true form of the Father God, at which time—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly shuddered!

"ah!!!"

Zhu Jiuyin suddenly covered his eyes, fell backward, and let out a painful howl!

"What's wrong?!"

"Zhu Jiuyin!"

The ancestral witches were greatly alarmed and quickly surrounded them.

Zhu Jiuyin covered his eyes with both hands, blood seeping through his fingers, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"It hurts so much—it hurts so much—" he gasped.

"There's something in the river of time—watching me—I can't look anymore—I can't look anymore—"

It took him a while to recover and put his hand down.

The area around his eyes was charred black, as if it had been burned.

Dijiang's expression turned grave: "Did you see what it was?"

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head, still shaken: "No. But that feeling—it's like being watched by something. If I keep looking, something bad might happen."

Silence fell over the hall.

After a moment, Gonggong muttered to himself, "So—can that so-called great formation actually be used?"

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Zhu Jiuyin glared at him: "Yes! But we need to prepare! We need an opportunity! Not now!"

Gonggong shrank back, not daring to ask any more questions.

Dijiang took a deep breath, suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart, and sat back down in his original position.

"Let's put that matter aside for now," he said in a deep voice. "First, let's talk about the immediate situation—what should we do with those demons?"

Upon hearing this, Gonggong immediately perked up.

"Yes! Can I say that now?"

He raised his hand. "Brother, since we rescued those demons, our witch clan has been consuming forty to fifty percent more meat than usual!"

Zhu Rong added, "Forty or fifty percent! Forty or fifty percent, brother! We can barely afford to feed ourselves! The problem is, we rescued them but won't let them eat. I really don't know what they're trying to do!"

Gonggong nodded repeatedly: "Exactly! If you ask me, either eat them or drive them away. Why keep them around?"

Zhu Rong suddenly slapped his thigh: "I know what to do!"

Everyone looked at him.

Zhu Rong said smugly, "We'll fatten them up before we eat them!"

Gonggong's eyes lit up: "That makes sense!"

Dijiang's face darkened.

The next second, "Smack!"

"Snapped!"

Two large fists, one on the left and one on the right, slapped Gonggong and Zhurong squarely across the face.

The two were sent flying by the slap, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Big brother!" Gonggong covered his face, looking aggrieved.

"Why are you slapping us?"

Zhu Rong, equally innocent-looking, replied, "Exactly, we didn't say anything wrong!"

Dijiang took a deep breath, trying to calm the urge to slap himself twice more.

He turned to look at Houtu.

That look in his eyes clearly said: You need to take care of these gluttons.

Houtu sighed helplessly.

She stood up, walked to the center of the hall, glanced at the assembled ancestral witches, and slowly said, "Release them."

"What?" Gonggong was suddenly stunned. "Release them?"

Houtu nodded: "Release them, and personally escort them away from the Celestial Court's territory."

Zhu Rong scratched his head: "Why? Rescuing them and then releasing them again—isn't that a waste of time?"

Houtu glanced at him and calmly said, "Both sides will suffer heavy losses, and the fisherman will benefit."

The ancestral witches looked at each other in bewilderment.

Gonggong scratched his head: "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Zhu Rong scratched his head: "Two—two what? What's the fishing?"

Sometimes, I really want to escape from the original witch court.

She took a deep breath and patiently explained:

Houtu: "————"

"Who has a grudge against the Celestial Court?"

"The demon race!" Gonggong answered quickly.

"Yes. The demon race has a grudge against the Celestial Court. They were captured and oppressed by the Celestial Court, and they hate the Eastern King Duke to the core. If we release the demon race, where will they go?"

"—Back to Beiming?"

"and then?"

Gonggong thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Then they'll fight against the Celestial Court!"

Houtu nodded: "Yes."

Zhu Rong also realized what was going on: "Let's watch them fight from the sidelines, and wait until they're both exhausted—then we can reap the benefits!"

Gonggong exclaimed excitedly, "I understand! I understand! This is called fattening them up before eating them!"

Houtu: "————"

Do you really have to use "eating" to describe it?

But Gonggong was completely absorbed in his own understanding, and he went on and on: "First, fatten up the demon race, let them fight the Celestial Court, and after they're done fighting, we'll make our move, seize the Heavenly Court, and devour both the Celestial Court and the demon race!"

He turned to look at Zhu Rong, and the two exchanged a glance and nodded in unison: "Understood! Eat!"

Houtu held her forehead.

Dijiang remained expressionless.

The other ancestral witches were either deep in thought, blank-faced, or already calculating how much they could eat after the Heavenly Court was conquered.

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes still hurt, but he couldn't help muttering under his breath, "How did these two grow so big—"

Outside the Pangu Temple, Kuafu was still squatting at the entrance of the "wall," staring at the demons inside with that "smells so good" look.

Hou Yi stood to the side, looking up at the sky, lost in thought.

In the distance, the faint cheers of Gonggong and Zhurong could be heard: "Eat! Eat! Eat!"

Hou Yi's lips twitched.

He suddenly felt that the future of the witch clan seemed—somewhat worrying.

Inside the walled compound, Fox Third Sister's face paled even more when she heard the faint sound of "eat".

She turned to look at the pig's buttocks.

Pig Pidian was so scared that he cried himself unconscious.