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

"Exactly."

Pan Xuan nodded frankly, "That's why I've come today not to ask you three fellow Daoists to believe me."

It was not so that the three fellow Daoists would know.

This mutual exclusion does indeed exist.

This rejection is very likely not from our true feelings.

As for who was behind it all, Pan Xuan declined to comment further; the three fellow Daoists can verify it for themselves.

The three fellow Daoists are transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, whose wisdom is unparalleled in the primordial world.

What Pan Xuan can see, the three fellow Daoists can naturally see as well.

However, some things need to be viewed from a different perspective.

Today's words offer just one perspective.

Yuanshi Tianzun gave Pan Xuan a deep look, and for the first time, his gaze was devoid of the usual contempt for the Wu Clan.

Instead, there was a cautious, even solemn, scrutiny.

"Fellow Daoist Panxuan," Yuanshi Tianzun spoke, his tone much gentler than before.

"We will verify what you've said. If it's true—"

He paused, seemingly considering his words, "The three of us will personally travel to Buzhou Mountain to discuss this matter with the Wu tribe."

The Tongtian Sect Leader said in his interface: "Fellow Daoist Panxuan's words today are indeed thought-provoking."

I've always felt that the Witch Clan wasn't as bad as the rumors suggested, and seeing it today confirms that.

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang is calm and composed, Fellow Daoist Zhujiuyin is as profound as the sea, and Fellow Daoist Panxuan is even more insightful and clear-headed. Where is there even a trace of the legendary figures they are?"

Taiqing Laozi slowly nodded: "We appreciate the sincerity of our three fellow Daoists who have come from afar. We will remember your words today. We will provide an answer after verification."

Pan Xuan exchanged a glance with Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin.

All three knew that the trip had achieved its purpose, and even exceeded expectations.

Although the Three Pure Ones did not express their opinions on the spot, they were all aware of the existence of that mutual repulsion and also acknowledged the possibility of Pan Xuan's speculation.

For the Three Pure Ones, who are known for their pride, to say that they would personally go to Buzhou Mountain at that time was already a huge concession.

This is not just polite talk, but a promise.

Pan Xuan stood up, and Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin followed suit. Pan Xuan bowed to the Three Pure Ones, his tone gentle and composed: "I thank you three fellow Daoists for giving the Wu Clan this opportunity."

Now that things have been said clearly, we will not disturb you any longer. Mount Buzhou awaits the arrival of the three fellow Daoists.

Dijiang also cupped his hands and said, "Farewell."

The Three Pure Ones also stood up, with Taiqing Laozi at the head, and returned the greeting with a slight bow.

Tongtian sheathed the Four Swords of Zhuxian, Yuanshi sheathed the Pangu Banner, and Taiqing Laozi waved his sleeve, causing the gates of the Sanqing Hall to slowly open.

The White Crane Boy was already waiting outside the door, bowing as he led the three out of the hall.

As Pan Xuan stepped out of the Sanqing Hall, he could feel the refreshing mountain breeze on his face.

He glanced back at the three figures sitting upright in the Sanqing Hall, then turned and followed Dijiang into the spatial passage.

Three streaks of light rose from Kunlun Mountain, disappearing silently into the northwestern horizon without alerting anyone.

On the way back to Buzhou Mountain, Dijiang unusually took the initiative to speak: "Brother Panxuan, Zhujiuyin and I both felt that sense of disgust."

It certainly wasn't from my heart.

And when we deliberately tried to capture it, it vanished. This is indeed strange.

Zhu Jiuyin said in a hoarse but firm voice, "I also sensed that the deities of the laws trembled slightly within the Heavenly Dao."

Although very faint, it definitely exists. This is not a coincidence.

Pan Xuan nodded: "The Three Pure Ones should have sensed it as well."

The way Yuanshi Tianzun looked at me changed drastically from the moment we entered the hall until we left.

At least now, they no longer regard the witch clan as mere brutes.

Three beams of light pierced through the layers of clouds, and the outline of Mount Buzhou gradually emerged on the horizon.

The Pangu Palace still stands majestically, with five innate spiritual roots growing quietly beside the blood pool, and the palace is brightly lit.

The message they brought back would soon attract three unexpected guests.

After Pan Xuan and the other two took their leave, a long silence fell over the Sanqing Hall.

The purplish-gold divine light dissipated as the Star Seal was withdrawn, and the Sanqing Hall returned to its usual quiet and serene state, but the subtle atmosphere within the hall lingered for a long time.

The three Pure Ones sat on their prayer mats, none of them speaking first.

The runes of law on the wall shimmered faintly under the sunlight from the palace ceiling. Beyond the dome, the sea of ​​clouds over Kunlun Mountain surged endlessly, just like the turbulent emotions of the Three Pure Ones at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Taiqing Laozi slowly opened his eyes. The speed at which the Yin and Yang energies flowed in his calm, still eyes was several times faster than usual.

His voice remained calm, yet carried a rare air of seriousness:

"When Panxuan concealed the heavenly secrets just now, Master Hongjun did not react at all."

He did not use the words "Master". This detail did not escape the ears of Yuanshi and Tongtian.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat upright on a futon, with the Pangu Banner lying across his lap, its surface churning with chaotic energy.

His face remained dignified, but the usual arrogance between his brows had been replaced by a deep solemnity.

"I definitely felt that disgust."

He spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of reluctant honesty, but more so a sense of anger at being offended.

It wasn't directed at the witch clan, but at the person who had secretly sabotaged things.

"When we entered the hall, before Dijiang and Zhujiuyin had even sat down, a feeling of disgust welled up inside me."

It came without any reason, and its intensity was illogical.

I sensed something was amiss at the time, but didn't think much of it. Now, it seems, as Pan Xuan said—it wasn't my true intention.

The Tongtian Sect Leader sat cross-legged on the third futon, with the Four Swords of Zhuxian hanging behind him. The killing intent on the swords was completely contained, leaving only a faint, clear sword sound.

He squinted slightly and tapped his index finger lightly on his knee.

After a moment, he sneered: "Pan Xuan is right about one thing: who would least want to see the Witch Clan join forces with the Three Pure Ones?"

There is only one answer.

"There is only one person in the entire primordial world who can influence our causal connections without anyone noticing at the level of the Heavenly Dao."

Yuanshi Tianzun did not respond, but he tightened his grip on the Pangu Banner slightly.

Taiqing Laozi remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Speculation is ultimately just speculation. Without concrete evidence, questioning a sage who has attained the Dao based solely on speculation is not only useless but also harmful."

Although Pan Xuan's words made perfect sense, he was, after all, the strategist of the Wu tribe.

His stance dictates that he will inevitably target Hongjun.

We cannot accept his speculation entirely just because it sounds plausible.

He paused, a glint of light flashing in his deep, abyss-like eyes. "But today's events do indeed need to be thoroughly investigated."

That feeling of disgust came about in a strange way. If Pan Xuan hadn't pointed it out, I probably wouldn't have cared about it until now, and that in itself is the biggest mystery.

Why did we never notice? Why did we never think to investigate?