Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

As the light faded, Hongjun's last voice echoed in the Zixiao Palace:

"Outside Zixiao Palace, there are many spiritual treasures that I collected when I traveled through the Chaos in my early years. They are now useless and will be left for those who are destined to find them. You may take them yourselves."

The allure of treasures is always at its greatest.

As soon as Hongjun finished speaking, the gates of Zixiao Palace burst open.

Chaotic energy surged in from outside the door, carrying the light of countless spiritual treasures.

Those magical treasures included swords, spears, halberds, bells, tripods, seals, banners, pearls, jade pendants, and scrolls and books.

Densely packed, like stars suspended in the chaos, radiating a dazzling array of colors, each piece containing a powerful aura.

The Zixiao Palace was immediately thrown into an uproar.

The powerful beings rose one after another, transforming into streaks of light that rushed towards the chaotic void outside the palace, vying to reach the spiritual treasures.

Although the Three Pure Ones are already Hongjun's direct disciples, who would complain about having too many spiritual treasures?

With swift eyes and hands, Yuanshi quickly put several of the most powerful spiritual treasures into his sleeve;

The Master of the Heavens didn't hesitate and swept away dozens of innate spiritual treasures.

Nuwa, however, was in no hurry. She selected a few magical treasures with the attribute of creation and then stepped aside.

After Jieyin and Zhunti collected several spiritual treasures with strong auras.

Silently, he collected the spiritual treasures that others had rejected and that had weaker auras.

The West is impoverished; every bit of gain is a gain.

Di Jun and Tai Yi were in perfect harmony, and together they acquired a large number of spiritual treasures.

These will be the foundation for establishing the Heavenly Court in the future, so naturally the more the better.

Other powerful beings also displayed their unique abilities, vying for power in the chaotic void.

Some fought fiercely over a certain magical treasure, some snatched it and ran away, and some joined forces to divide the spoils.

The chaotic energy was stirred up and surged endlessly, with the light of the spiritual treasures weaving and dancing within it, creating a chaotic yet spectacular scene.

When the two, Jieyin and Zhun, finished collecting the spiritual treasures and left the chaotic void, they looked at each other and saw the same worry in each other's eyes.

"Senior brother," Zhunti transmitted his voice, "the Dao Ancestor bestowed the Investiture of the Gods upon Di Jun, which is clearly aimed at the divine system of the Wu Clan."

Jieyin nodded slowly, his gaze profound: "The Witch Clan had only recently established its divine path when the Dao Ancestor bestowed the Investiture of the Gods upon them."

Both the Investiture of the Gods and the Divine Star Seal of the Witch Clan can confer titles upon deities, serving similar functions. The deeper meaning behind this is self-evident.

Zhunti said, "Dijun and Taiyi are ambitious and it is impossible for them to be friendly to the Wu tribe."

With the Investiture of the Gods in hand, they will surely build up their forces to fight against the Witch Clan.

The Wu tribe has been kind to us in the West. Shouldn't we... go to Buzhou Mountain and tell them about the situation here?

This will allow them to prepare in advance.

After a moment of silence, Jieyin slowly said, "That's how it should be."

The Wu tribe restored the western earth veins, which is a great blessing to us.

Now that Di Jun has obtained the Investiture of the Gods, he will surely compete with the Witch Clan for the orthodoxy of the divine path in the future.

The sooner the Wu tribe knows, the sooner they can take precautions.

He paused, then added, "But there's no rush."

"We've just finished distributing the treasures, and it would be too conspicuous for us to go to Buzhou Mountain under everyone's watchful eyes. We'll set off after everyone has dispersed."

Zhunti nodded: "Senior brother is right."

Having made up their minds, the two decided not to linger any longer.

Together with the powerful beings, they left Zixiao Palace, passed through the chaos, and flew towards the primordial world.

Instead of heading directly to Buzhou Mountain, they returned to Mount Sumeru first.

The Witch Clan needs to know about the affairs of Zixiao Palace.

Whether it's to repay a debt of gratitude or to build good relationships, for both public and private reasons, they have to go on this trip.

When Jieyin and Zhunti returned to Mount Sumeru, the western land was vastly different from when they left.

After the Wu tribe repaired the western ley lines, Mount Sumeru, as the core of the western spiritual veins, was the first to recover.

Now, countless years have passed, and the vegetation on Mount Sumeru has returned to its former lushness. The mountain springs have once again gushed forth clear water, and birds and beasts roam freely in the forests, creating a vibrant and lively scene.

The Bodhi tree at the top of the mountain is even more lush and leafy, its canopy like a giant umbrella that blocks out the sun. Under the tree is where Jieyin and Zhunti meditate and practice their daily lives.

But the two of them had no time to appreciate the scene.

They took stock of the spiritual treasures they had obtained from the Treasure Sharing Rock at Zixiao Palace, put them away, and then sat facing each other in silence for a moment.

Jieyin's complexion remained sallow as usual, his eyes slightly closed, while Zhunti's brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with worry.

"Senior brother, we should go to Buzhou Mountain sooner rather than later."

Zhunti spoke first, "Now that Dijun has obtained the Investiture of the Gods, he will surely unite the demon race and establish the Heavenly Court as quickly as possible. If we wait until the Heavenly Court has already taken shape before informing them, it will be too late."

Jieyin nodded slowly: "Junior brother is absolutely right. Dijun and Taiyi are ambitious, with the Investiture of the Gods in hand, the Primordial Purple Qi around them, and the Dao Ancestor providing support both openly and secretly. They will not hesitate to act."

Although the Wu tribe is powerful, if they are completely ignorant of the Investiture of the Gods, they will inevitably suffer hidden losses in the future.

He paused, a hint of emotion appearing on his sallow face, "Moreover, if it weren't for the Witch Clan's intervention to repair the western ley lines back then..."

The West remains a scorched wasteland, and neither you nor I could possibly find peace in the Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the Dao three times and attain the foundation for enlightenment. This debt of gratitude must be repaid.

Zhunti solemnly replied, "That makes perfect sense. Shall we set off now?"

The guide stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his monk's robe: "Let's go."

The journey from Mount Sumeru to Mount Buzhou is not short; even traveling at full speed, it would take several days.

"While the powerful beings who have just returned from Zixiao Palace in the primordial world are still digesting their gains and have no time to spare, we should act discreetly and avoid attracting attention."

Without another word, the two transformed into two pale golden streaks of light, rising silently from the summit of Mount Sumeru and streaking across the western sky, hurtling toward Mount Buzhou.

They made no fuss, did not disturb anyone, and even the rogue cultivators on Mount Sumeru who relied on them for cultivation were unaware that the two leaders had just returned and then left again.

The primordial land receded rapidly beneath their feet. From the scorched earth of the west to the heart of the Central Plains, mountains and rivers unfolded and closed like a scroll painting.

Jieyin and Zhunti were extremely fast. Both of them had reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm and possessed the Primordial Purple Qi. Although their escape light was faint, their speed far exceeded that of ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Within just a few days, the majestic silhouette of Mount Buzhou, reaching into the clouds, appeared on the horizon.

From afar, Mount Buzhou appears to be shrouded in the faint light of the mountain god, its shape more stable and imposing than ever before, with the surrounding earth veins and spiritual energy flowing in an orderly manner, making it completely different from other mountains in the prehistoric world.

This is precisely the effect of the mountain god's work on the earth's veins.

"The Wu Clan's divine system is indeed extraordinary." Jieyin slowed his escape light slightly in the air, his gaze sweeping over the spiritual energy flowing around Buzhou Mountain, his tone carrying a hint of admiration.

"Look at Mount Buzhou, the earth's spiritual energy flows like an extension of its own arm, and every spiritual vein is neatly arranged."

In the vast wilderness, you won't find another mountain range as orderly as this.

Zhunti nodded and said, "Indeed. The mountain god manages the earth's veins and harmonizes spiritual energy. This is not just authority, but also a real achievement."

The fact that the Wu Clan gained the approval of the Great Dao was not a fluke.

As they spoke, the two had already flown to the outside of Buzhou Mountain. They did not rashly venture in.

Buzhou Mountain is, after all, the foundation of the Wu tribe. The Zhou Tian Star Array covers the entire mountain, and rashly entering would easily cause misunderstandings.

The two stopped their escape light when they were still a thousand miles away from Buzhou Mountain. Jieyin straightened his robes and spoke loudly, his voice calm and clear, reaching deep into Buzhou Mountain.

"We respectfully request an audience with Fellow Daoist Panxuan and all the Ancestral Witches of Mount Sumeru in the West."