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

Yuanshi Tianzun did not answer immediately, but silently put away the magnified prejudice in his heart.

They began to scrutinize the three core figures of the witch clan with a critical eye.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes flashed with a sharp light, seemingly showing a good impression of Dijiang's directness.

Taiqing Laozi remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "We also sensed something about the divine system in Kunlun Mountain."

Fellow Daoist, please allow us to consider your suggestion.

He neither refused nor agreed, but simply said, "Let us consider it."

This is already a pretty good start for the two parties meeting for the first time.

After Dijiang finished his humble yet assertive opening remarks, a brief silence fell over the Sanqing Hall.

Taiqing Laozi remained expressionless, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly, seemingly weighing the weight of Dijiang's words.

The Master of Heaven smiled slightly, his curiosity even stronger than before.

He had expected the Wu tribe to be as reckless and domineering as rumored, but to his surprise, Dijiang spoke clearly and appropriately, which was quite different from the image of those brutes who only knew how to act recklessly in his mind.

The silence did not last long.

Pan Xuan suddenly made a move that surprised everyone present.

He raised his right hand, and a purple-gold light flew out from his sleeve.

The Starry Sky Divine Seal flew out from his sleeve and hovered below the dome of the main hall. The purple-gold divine light spread in all directions like ripples of water, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire Sanqing Hall.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an undeniable majesty.

That is the authority of the Divine Lord, the power of the Heavenly Law recognized by the Great Dao.

Wherever the light passed, the naturally existing threads of the Heavenly Dao laws in the Sanqing Hall seemed to be gently parted by an invisible hand, and the originally omnipresent Heavenly Dao perception quietly disappeared at this moment.

The Three Pure Ones could clearly sense that the faint connection between them and the Heavenly Dao had not completely disappeared.

The laws still operate, and the Way of Heaven still reigns above.

But all the celestial deductions and all the causal intuitions were completely obscured by this layer of purple-gold light at this moment.

From the outside, Kunlun Mountain appears as calm as ever, and there is nothing unusual in the Sanqing Hall.

But only those inside the hall knew that the Sanqing Hall had become an isolated island completely cut off from the outside world.

Even for Hongjun, who had merged with the Dao, it was by no means easy to penetrate the authority of the Lord of the Divine Path and spy on what was happening in the palace.

The expressions of the three Pure Ones simultaneously became solemn.

They were not unfamiliar with methods of isolating heavenly secrets, but Pan Xuan was using the authority of the Lord of the Divine Path.

Using the divine laws recognized by the Heavenly Dao to obscure the Heavenly Dao's perception is like using the Heavenly Dao's own rules to block the Heavenly Dao itself.

To achieve this, one must either have a cultivation level far exceeding that of Hongjun.

Either the matter being discussed is closely related to the workings of the Heavenly Way, in which case the rules of the Heavenly Way itself will not reject such concealment.

In either case, it means that what Pan Xuan is about to say will carry immense weight.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat upright on the futon, his gaze lingering for a moment on the star-shaped imprint on the dome, before turning to Pan Xuan, a complex and indescribable look flashing in his eyes.

He was the one among the Three Pure Ones who valued rules and etiquette the most. Under normal circumstances, he would have felt that Pan Xuan's action of acting without prior notice was somewhat impolite.

But he did not question it at this moment.

Because he knew very well that if this master of the divine path was so solemn in concealing the secrets of heaven, what he was about to say must be extraordinary.

He sat there quietly, waiting for Pan Xuan to speak.

The Master of the Heavens' gaze lingered on the Star Seal for a moment before falling on Pan Xuan, his curiosity almost overflowing.

He was already quite interested in the divine system, and now that he had personally witnessed the Lord of the Divine Path using divine authority to isolate the secrets of heaven, the novelty made him even more eager to hear what Pan Xuan was about to say.

He adjusted his posture, leaning forward slightly, adopting an attitude of attentive listening.

Taiqing Laozi remains the most composed one.

He said nothing, but simply raised his fingers slightly, which were resting on his knees, to indicate that Pan Xuan could begin.

In those deep, abyss-like eyes, the yin and yang energies flowed slowly, revealing no emotion, yet there was a subtle, penetrating insight into all things.

Pan Xuan stood up, walked to the center of the Sanqing Hall, bowed to the Three Pure Ones, and spoke with even greater solemnity than before:

"Fellow Daoists, what Pan Xuan is about to say is of great importance."

Before I begin, I would like to ask my three fellow Daoists a question.

"When Brother Dijiang was exchanging pleasantries with the three fellow Daoists just now, did the three of you sense anything unusual?"

The three Pure Ones exchanged a glance.

The brows of the Primordial Celestial Venerable furrowed even more, and a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Tongtian Sect Master.

He originally thought that only he had noticed that faint sense of rejection, but he didn't expect that the other person had also felt it.

Taiqing Laozi did not speak, but for the first time, a very subtle ripple appeared in his usually calm eyes.

"It seems that the three of you have indeed noticed something."

Pan Xuan nodded, his tone frank and solemn, "To be honest, when we entered the hall just now, Brother Dijiang and Brother Zhujiuyin also felt a strange aversion towards the three of you."

The aversion came without any reason, yet it was so intense that it affected my mood.

This is one of the reasons why I invited my two elder brothers to come along.

I want to verify something.

Our Wu tribe and you Three Pure Ones are both descendants of the Father God Pangu, one being formed from essence and blood, and the other from primordial spirit.

Logically speaking, even if their personalities clash and their styles of doing things are different, they shouldn't dislike each other to the point of being incompatible.

But the truth is quite the opposite.

From the moment we become aware of each other's existence, we instinctively find each other disagreeable.

When did this mutual exclusion begin?

What caused this? I don't believe it's a continuation of the Father God's will.

The Father God created heaven and earth, and his body transformed into all things. His essence and primordial spirit also carry his will.

If the Father God desires that we live in harmony, then his essence and spirit cannot repel each other.

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping across the three Qings' faces, before uttering his conjecture, word by word:

"Then, since it's not the Father God, there's only one possibility."

Some external force, without our knowledge, planted this seed of mutual repulsion at the level of the Heavenly Dao.

To achieve this, several conditions must be met.

First, one must possess sufficiently high authority at the level of the Heavenly Dao to subtly influence the causal connections among the descendants of Pangu.

Second, there must be sufficient motivation.

Who would least like to see the Witch Clan join forces with the Three Pure Ones?

Third, there must be a suitable opportunity to make a move.

Who could have orchestrated such a scheme without either of us being aware?

There was a dead silence in the hall.

The Three Pure Ones fell silent.

The gaze of the Primordial Celestial Venerable lingered on Pan Xuan for a long time before slowly turning to Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin, as if re-examining these two ancestral witches of the Wu tribe who had always been regarded as "brutes".

The Tongtian Sect Leader narrowed his eyes slightly, tapping his index finger lightly on his knee—a habitual gesture when he was thinking.

Taiqing Laozi remained silent, but the flow of Yin and Yang energies in his calm, still eyes noticeably accelerated.

Pan Xuan didn't urge him, but waited quietly.

He has said what he needed to say; the rest cannot be resolved by him continuing to present evidence.

Sanqing is not a fool. Some things don't need to be explained in detail; just touching on them is more meaningful.

After a moment, Taiqing Laozi slowly spoke, his voice still as calm as still water:

"What Fellow Daoist Panxuan said does make some sense. But everything needs to be based on evidence. Although your speculation is logical, it is ultimately just speculation."