Primordial Era: I, the auspicious beast Pixiu, am the darling of the Great Dao.

Upon hearing this, a mischievous glint flashed in Tianlu's eyes, and he immediately became playful.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"I see. You little brat, you think cultivating the Great Dao Laws is better than the Three Corpses Method taught by Hongjun, right? That's why you're following me around like this!"

As he spoke, Tianlu slightly raised his chin, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"I don't know who it was that refused to come with me and preferred to stay alone in that cold and desolate West Kunlun."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hui blushed instantly, the color spreading from the base of her ears to her slender neck, and she murmured softly.

"Isn't this why you still possess a wisp of my primordial spirit..."

Tianlu narrowed his eyes slightly, pretending not to have heard clearly.

"What did you say?"

Yang Hui was startled and quickly raised his head, a smile appearing on his face.

"It's nothing, my lord. I am more than happy to serve you."

Upon hearing this, Tianlu snorted with satisfaction, a hint of a smile flashing in his golden eyes.

"That's good."

He nodded inwardly. This aloof and arrogant Queen Mother of the West, after such training, was finally obedient.

Then, with a thought, Tianlu caused the cloud beneath his feet, a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, to expand instantly, transforming into a wide and soft cloud couch.

He lay comfortably sprawled on the cloud, lazily raising one of his front paws and pointing to the side beside him.

"Come here, give me a massage."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Hui obediently nodded, came to Tianlu's side, and began to knead Tianlu's back, which was covered with golden scales, with his fingertips.

At the same time, she diverted a wisp of her mind to take control of this mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, riding the clouds and transforming into a faint stream of light, steadily speeding towards the East Sea.

Tianlu lay comfortably on the cloud couch, his golden eyes squinting contentedly.

With Yang Hui's care, Tianlu opened his mouth slightly and gradually fell asleep.

The passage of time is but a fleeting moment in the vastness of the universe.

After an unknown amount of time, the clouds finally entered the vast and boundless East China Sea.

Above the clouds, Tianlu was still fast asleep, his mouth slightly open, emitting soft snores.

Just then, at the edge of the sky, three strangely colored clouds seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, drifting unknowingly toward Tianlu.

Perhaps Yang Hui was distracted and didn't notice, because three clouds quietly slipped into Tianlu's mouth.

"Gulp."

Tianlu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he instinctively swallowed the three colorful clouds directly into his stomach.

The Great Dao Child, who was sleeping in late, was completely unaware of this sudden change and didn't even turn over.

Soon after, the clouds landed smoothly in the center of the vast island formed by the merging of the three fairy islands overseas.

Upon arriving at their destination, Tianlu finally noticed something, opened his eyes, and turned to Yang Hui beside him, giving instructions.

"Alright, go find a palace on the island with abundant spiritual energy to rest in. Any palace will do."

"I need to go into seclusion and study the Three Flowers Method that old man Hongjun talked about."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hui slightly bent his knees and bowed respectfully.

"My lord, Yang Hui takes his leave."

Having said that, she transformed into a ray of light and sped towards a celestial palace deep within the island.

at the same time.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou on the primordial continent, lies the Pangu Palace.

This magnificent and ancient hall exudes an aura of ancient power that suppresses all ages. Inside, a malevolent aura swirls, and twelve towering figures sit cross-legged.

Houtu, who had just returned from listening to the teachings at Zixiao Palace, was solemnly recounting to her brothers and sisters everything that had happened outside the palace.

"My brothers and sisters, the reason why our Wu clan has been unable to establish itself and gather its fortune for so long lies with Tian Lu."

"He is the son of the Great Dao, holding the power of destiny in the world. Without his approval, no race can stand in the primordial world."

Upon hearing this, a brief silence fell over the Pangu Palace.

A moment later, Zhu Rong, who had the most fiery temper, suddenly widened his eyes, and the crimson divine fire around his body surged uncontrollably.

"What? The Child of the Great Dao?"

Not only Zhu Rong, but all the other ancestral witches also showed expressions of shock.

The atmosphere inside the Pangu Hall instantly became extremely subtle.

They, the twelve ancestral witches, were transformed from the essence and blood of the great god Pangu, and claimed to be the true descendants of Pangu.

Pangu, the Great God, is recognized as the first generation of the Great Dao in the primordial world.

Now that Tianlu has been confirmed as the second-generation Child of the Great Dao, then according to this causal relationship...

"Doesn't this mean...?"

Gonggong swallowed hard, his tone filled with disbelief.

"This Tianlu, according to seniority, is our uncle?!"

Upon hearing this shocking conclusion, the ancestral witches looked at each other, momentarily at a loss for how to react.

However, after a brief moment of astonishment, Zhu Rong's shock instantly turned into ecstasy.

"Hahaha! Great! This is fantastic news!"

"With a Great Dao Child who controls destiny as our uncle, how can our Wu Clan not dominate the primordial world?!"

Di Jiang, seated at the head of the table, frowned deeply. The spatial laws around him trembled slightly, forcibly suppressing the fanatical aura emanating from Zhu Rong, and he rebuked her sternly.

"Zhurong, stop talking nonsense!"

"The Father God is the Father God, the supreme being who created heaven and earth. How could he possibly have a younger brother?"

"If such words were to spread, wouldn't it disrupt the foundation and beliefs of our witch clan!"

Although Zhu Rong did not verbally refute Di Jiang's reprimand, her eyes still revealed a hint of disdain.

Dijiang took a deep breath and spoke.

"However, since Brother Tianlu is the second-generation son of the Great Dao, with a venerable status and holding the power of destiny, we ancestral witches should show him sufficient respect."

"Little sister, go to the treasure vault and take a few more high-grade innate spiritual treasures, and also some fruits of top-grade innate spiritual roots."

"Go to the East Sea yourself, be sure to be courteous, and ask Brother Tianlu if he can do you a favor and grant us permission to establish our Wu clan smoothly."

Houtu nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, brother, I understand."

As she finished speaking, she got up and walked towards the treasure vault deep inside the Pangu Palace.

Although the Wu tribe does not possess a primordial spirit and cannot refine the restrictions within innate spiritual treasures to unleash their full power like immortal cultivators, they still plunder innate spiritual treasures and innate spiritual roots throughout the primordial wilderness.

The reason is simple: they did not want to aid the enemy.

Those magical treasures, if they fall into the hands of the myriad races, would be powerful tools against the witch race. It would be better to lock them up in the treasure vault of the Pangu Palace and let them gather dust.

Now, these inventories have come in very handy.

Watching Houtu's departing figure, Zhurong finally couldn't help but mutter a complaint under her breath.

"Brother, there's really nothing wrong with recognizing Tianlu as your uncle."

"He is a true Son of the Great Dao. In this primordial world, apart from the Father God, whose foundation is stronger than his?"

"If we acknowledge him as our uncle, then we will be the nephews of the Great Dao. If word gets out, won't those two flat-feathered crows be terrified? From now on, when we travel in the prehistoric world, who will dare not give our Wu clan some face?"

Upon hearing this, several whispered murmurs of agreement immediately filled the hall.

"Yes, what Brother Zhurong said seems to make some sense."

"If we can gain the protection of the Child of the Great Dao, our establishment of a clan will surely be a natural outcome."

Several ancestral witches had a thoughtful look in their eyes, clearly finding that Zhu Rong's seemingly absurd remarks had a strange appeal when it came to benefits.

However, this nascent spark was ruthlessly extinguished by Dijiang in an instant.

"Shut up, all of you!"

"Our Wu tribe stands tall and upright, revering only our Father God! How could we, for the sake of a mere matter of establishing our tribe, arbitrarily acknowledge an elder?"

"Don't mention this matter again. Do as I say. Let Houtu take the treasure to negotiate!"

Seeing that their eldest brother was truly angry, the other ancestral witches dared not say another word.