The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 65 The Grudge of Gonggong, The Ancestral Witches Unite

A black pot, seemingly out of nowhere, fell from the sky, causing the ancestral witch Gonggong to flee in terror.

He was indignant about this.

"How could I possibly be the Yellow Emperor?"

"If I were the Yellow Emperor, why would Zhuanxu use me to boost his military achievements?"

"Dijiang, you're spouting nonsense! This is utterly outrageous!"

Gonggong slammed his fist on the table, his resentment so intense it seemed even the most powerful forces couldn't wash it away, drawing the attention of all the ancestral witches present.

They looked at each other, first puzzled, then suddenly it dawned on them—

As the renowned number one "Iron-Headed Boy" of the primordial world, no matter what version of the legend it is, it cannot change the fact that he was a top-level power who used his own head to measure the hardness of the Buzhou Heavenly Pillar... Thinking of this, the eleven Ancestral Witches shed a tear of sympathy for Gonggong.

However, while these tears are real, the emotions they contain—whether genuine sympathy or schadenfreude—are perhaps only known to the ancestral witches themselves.

Of course, on the surface, apart from Gonggong, the Ancestral Witches were all righteous and chivalrous, and were noble and powerful beings who would go to great lengths for their comrades. So their behavior was so tacit and unified. They comforted Gonggong in unison, and at the same time denounced Zhuanxu, and fiercely criticized this bigwig behind the unknown.

At the same time, Dijiang Zuwu expressed deep sorrow and regret for his previous inappropriate remarks, saying that he should not have pointed the finger at his comrades and almost damaged their friendship.

"It was my fault." Dijiang reflected on himself, his face full of apology, almost as if his left cheek said "I'm sorry" and his right cheek said "I was wrong"... Given his status, he was subtly above the ordinary Ancestral Witches, and only Houtu could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, which was extremely rare.

"It was my concern that clouded my judgment..." Dijiang sighed, looking up, feeling somewhat guilty. "I chased after the Yellow Emperor's whereabouts excessively, and I took every little bit of information, whether true or false, as gospel... In the end, I went too far and hurt Gonggong's feelings."

"This is a grave mistake I have made, one that no leader who is fair, wise, virtuous, intelligent, and broad-minded should have made."

"I... have failed everyone! I have failed the Witch Clan!"

Dijiang was making fun of himself, leaving all the ancestral witches present speechless.

Although no one would think that Dijiang was a just, wise, and virtuous ancestral witch, no one dared to have any objections or make such sarcastic remarks to his face, so they all assumed that he was morally perfect.

But now, this self-disclosure of performance... every Ancestral Witch found it very novel and interesting, and said they had watched a great show.

They didn't say anything on the surface, but they were all secretly delighted, almost ready to raise their hands and applaud enthusiastically.

Only one ancestral witch frowned, as if she were pondering some enormous problem.

—Houtu!

As she listened to Dijiang's self-criticism, she felt that something was amiss.

After repeated and careful consideration, she finally found the reason why she felt something was wrong.

"This guy... he's using a veiled insult!"

"It seems like I'm making fun of myself... but actually, I'm dragging myself into it too!"

Dijiang expressed remorse for hurting Gonggong's "fragile heart" with his unauthorized suspicions...

Then wouldn't her previous baseless speculation that Dijiang was the Yellow Emperor make her the same kind of person as Dijiang?

Character is always determined by comparison.

The more Dijiang mocked himself, the more Houtu's character became... well, it was quite similar, almost identical.

"A lose-lose situation... What a ruthless sorcerer!"

Houtu sighed inwardly, finally having no choice but to speak up and stop Dijiang's actions.

"Ahem!" She coughed twice, clearing her throat, organizing her thoughts, looking for a suitable entry point to avoid being too passive, to excuse her previous actions, and to stand on a moral high ground, "Fellow Daoist Dijiang, there's no need to blame yourself anymore..."

"Who hasn't made mistakes? Being able to recognize one's mistakes and correct them is enough to bring joy and happiness," Houtu said solemnly.

"No!" Dijiang shook his head, then shook it again, his face full of sorrow. "As the saying goes, public opinion can melt metal... The harm caused by rumors is silent, invisible, and impossible to prevent. How can the damage they cause be simply forgiven by admitting fault?"

"Look at Gonggong right now, his face is full of grievance and indignation... that shows the depth of his pain and sorrow!"

"Because of a momentary lapse in judgment, I caused this consequence... My conscience is troubled, my conscience is troubled!"

Dijiang, the ancestral shaman, was righteous, virtuous, and sincere... He demanded the strictest standards of shamanic conduct of himself, striving to be a great ancestral shaman with a heart full of benevolence, and to become the perfect moral benchmark in the hearts of all living beings in the world!

Houtu's face darkened, and she looked at Gonggong—

Is this anger? Is this pain? Is this sadness?

She could see it very clearly... after all, she wasn't blind.

"Yes... that's how he was before."

But now?

"I think he's about to laugh! He's about to burst into laughter!"

"However, he was afraid that if he laughed out loud, he would be brutally beaten up by two masked Ancestral Witches of Space and Earth, who wished to remain anonymous, as soon as he stepped outside. He barely managed to hold it in... until the veins on his forehead bulged, he was nearing his limit!"

Thinking this, Houtu narrowed her eyes, a cold and sharp glint flashing in them, but her voice became even gentler.

She said to Dijiang, "Your conscience is troubled precisely because you have hurt the feelings of your brother Gonggong, and you worry that a grudge has been left between you, and that your camaraderie will never be the same again?"

"But why don't you ask Fellow Daoist Gonggong... after your self-reflection, has he forgiven you?" Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, looked at Gonggong kindly. "Dijiang... you must trust every one of us Ancestral Witches present here."

"Each of us possesses the broadest mind and the most expansive heart... the most understanding and forgiving nature, and we don't dwell on trivial matters. We won't constantly complain or show our feelings because of someone's unintentional harm... Fellow Daoist Gonggong, you agree... don't you?"

Gonggong remained silent.

He glanced at Houtu, whose face remained "calm," and then at Dijiang, whose expression was strange and inexplicable... The smile he had been suppressing vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifying chill rising in his heart.

Gonggong opened his mouth, but closed it without saying a word; then he opened his mouth again...

After several attempts, he finally seemed to have used all his strength to utter a single word—

"right!"

"Oh dear!"

Houtu's face was filled with deep emotion, and she even raised her sleeve to wipe the corner of her eye, as if to wipe away the tears of emotion in her eyes... When she lowered her sleeve, it was clear to the naked eye that her eyes had reddened.

"Gonggong's actions have proven the noble character and magnanimous spirit of our Ancestral Witches..." Houtu declared passionately. "By showing mutual tolerance and help to one another... and working together, we are destined to achieve the greatest victory of this era!"

"Tei-jiang...don't you think so?"

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, stepped forward and looked at the Space Ancestral Witch with great sincerity.

Dijiang blinked, then blinked again, and suddenly laughed.

"Indeed... Houtu's insight is brilliant!" He clapped his hands in praise. "When our ancestral witches unite their hearts and efforts... a crushing defeat of the demon race against the Heavenly Dao is just around the corner!"

"Yes!" Houtu's red eyes instantly returned to normal. "So... I apologize for my previous mistake and sincerely ask for your forgiveness."

"You're being too polite!" Dijiang patted his chest. "Fellow Daoist Gonggong, you could forgive my mistakes even after such a great injustice... How could I not have such a magnanimous heart?"

"From this day forward, let us set aside past grievances, never doubt our comrades again, and fight for final victory!"

Houtu looked at Dijiang, and Dijiang looked at Houtu... The two ancestral witches laughed at the same time, extremely joyful and happy.

……

"Did you feel it?"

The Ancestral Witch Xuanming slightly turned his body, and the Ancestral Witch Mang whispered, "The laughter of these two is chilling..."

"Yes, yes!" Jumang nodded repeatedly. "My hair is standing on end... It's terrifying!"

As the ancestral witch commented, she nudged Xi Zi, "What about you? What do you think?"

"I couldn't agree more!"

Xi Zi Zu Wu sighed, looking at the scene of brotherly love and sisterly respect, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Fortunately, Dijiang and Houtu, the two spiritual leaders of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, did not maintain this terrifying atmosphere for too long.

They temporarily set aside the question of the Yellow Emperor's origins and instead discussed countermeasures and preventative measures.

"Since Houtu suspects that Xiao Wu Fengxi is a pawn of the Yan Emperor, and believes that he can be used to form an alliance and consensus with the Yan Emperor behind him, and unite the Yan Emperor to resist the Yellow Emperor..." Di Jiang flipped his hand, and an ancient scroll appeared in his hand. "In that case, let's use this Xuanqiong Scroll in my hand as the innate spiritual treasure for fishing."

Dijiang smiled as he looked at the several Ancestral Witches whose eyes held suspicion. "Don't doubt me. I'm not using this as a pretext to ambush you—I have plenty of skills and methods to kill Feng Xi. Why bother with such roundabout methods?"

"In fact, more than anyone else, I want to prove my innocence... I, Dijiang, have nothing to do with the Yellow Emperor!"

These are my heartfelt words, and Heaven can bear witness!

When Dijiang spoke seriously, all eleven ancestral witches were moved.

While they were deep in thought, the ancestral shaman sighed softly, "You all should not overlook... when Dijiang became the Yellow Emperor, there was an extra Dihong in between."

"And Emperor Hong... like Emperor Ku, Emperor Yao, Emperor Shun, the word 'Emperor' at the beginning is a respectful title for leaders."

"Di Hong, what's left after removing the 'Di' character?"

"Hong... is quite intriguing!" Dijiang said meaningfully, raising his hand and pointing upwards. "With that person's strength, leading a lineage and sweeping away the Ancestral Witches, is it really that difficult?"

"Indeed...that person has that kind of strength!" The eyes of the Ancestral Witches flashed.

Having the ability is enough!

Being too powerful can sometimes be a sin.

It makes people wary and vigilant.

"Emperor Hong, Hongjun, the Yellow Emperor... these are indeed people we must be wary of." Houtu nodded solemnly, then suddenly laughed. "However, in the time to come, I will keep a close eye on the Wu Clan... who wants to escape from my grasp and stir up trouble?"

"I'd like to know... just how capable he is!"

(End of this chapter)