kvmb Chapter 246 The Primordial World (3)
Chapter 246 The Primordial World (3)
If people from the West do not come, his merits will not be complete, and he will not be able to unite with the Way of Heaven.
Therefore, although Hongjun appeared calm and composed on the surface, his hands, hidden in his sleeves, were constantly calculating cause and effect. In the end, he not only failed to calculate anything, but also choked on a mouthful of blood.
Looking at the gods and demons who had come to listen to his teachings, Hongjun swallowed the mouthful of blood he had just swallowed and began to preach.
Jieyin and Zhunti, who were trapped under the Five Finger Mountain, felt it was absurd. Even when facing Hongjun and the others, they couldn't possibly be completely unresponsive. Yet, they were trapped under the mountain by that girl before they could even react.
Moreover, the mountain was under special restrictions, and they suffered inhuman torture every day. When the sun came out, the punishment would disappear and their wounds would slowly heal. When the sun set, the punishment would begin again, and the cycle would repeat itself, making their lives worse than death.
After dealing with the two, Wangyou put them out of her mind. This move was actually inspired by the Buddhist supernatural power of the Buddha in the palm of one's hand. She just didn't know if Jieyin and Zhunti knew this supernatural power.
Over the years, Wangyou has collected lotus flowers of all colors, including blue lotus, white lotus, and red lotus, making her space a beautiful and colorful place.
However, the good news is that the golden koi has transformed into human form, so the space of forgetfulness is now in her care.
What Wangyou didn't know was that the Hunkun Ancestor, far away in the west, had sensed a special opportunity and was dreaming of enjoying himself while his disciples did the work. Suddenly, he felt that the secrets of heaven were in chaos, and he lost track of both of his disciples.
During her journey, Wangyou encountered members of the Wu tribe, and from them, she sensed the aura of Pangu.
Wangyou knew that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu. In a sense, they were all incarnations of Pangu. Therefore, these ordinary witch clan members had more or less of Pangu's aura on them.
She remembered that in the myths and legends, the twelve ancestral witches all met with bad ends, with only Houtu remaining, who even reincarnated. All of this was inseparable from Hongjun's schemes.
After all, Pangu was the first living being born in the chaotic world. The beings formed from his essence and blood had innate advantages over the vast majority of beings, and in terms of strength, they were comparable to Hongjun.
However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had strength but lacked intelligence, which allowed Hongjun to take the position of the number one. She remembered that her brother Pangu was not stupid either.
No, he's still stupid. If he were smart, how could he have found all sorts of rare and precious materials to help her recover while she was still recuperating? If he weren't stupid, how could he have given her half of the merits of the creation of the world? If he weren't stupid, how could he have supported the heavens and the earth with his own body?
Even its consciousness eventually transformed into the World Tree, becoming a pillar of this world.
Of the twelve Ancestral Witches, eleven of them, except for Houtu, were practically brainless. Houtu, the only one with any brains, was the weakest, which is perhaps why she survived.
But in the end, they didn't live like gods or ghosts, forever trapped in the cycle of reincarnation, unable to escape.
In fact, the danger posed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches was immense for Hongjun. Although he knew they lacked the intelligence to fight him, he still schemed against them to ensure everything went smoothly.
It seems that the Twelve Ancestral Witches also went to the Thirty-Three Heavens to listen to Hongjun preach, and it appears that Houtu later became a saint.
A wisp of primordial purple energy represents a saint. Wangyou looked at the primordial purple energy that had turned into rolling clouds in her space and thought that it wouldn't be impossible to send all twelve ancestral witches to the position of saint.
She wanted to see what Hongjun could do if all twelve Ancestral Witches became saints.
With that thought in mind, Wangyou headed straight for the land of the Witch Clan.
The Wu tribe is warlike. Wangyou said that if a child is disobedient, it's mostly because he hasn't been beaten enough. If one beating isn't enough, then two beatings will do.
Therefore, after defeating the most powerful members of the Wu tribe, these people were (forced) to believe that this person was indeed the sister of the great god Pangu.
After finding a place to sit down, Wangyou's thoughts turned, and she brought the twelve ancestral witches, who were restless in the Thirty-Three Heavens, back to the witch clan.
The eleven people who were restless were confused. Why did they suddenly go home? The youngest, Houtu, was trying to digest what Hongjun had said when she suddenly found that the surroundings had become quiet.
When I opened my eyes, I found that they had gone home without me noticing. Had the missionary work ended?
"Hello, everyone. Let me introduce myself. I am Pangu's sister, Wangyou. By all accounts, I am your ancestor." Wangyou looked at the twelve ancestral witches with a grin, especially at the prototypes of some of them, which should be quite delicious.
But when she thought that it was formed from her brother's essence and blood, Wangyou stopped having that thought.
“You’re the sister of the Great God Pangu? When did the Great God Pangu have a sister? Don’t talk nonsense!” Dijiang, who had the most fiery temper, spoke up.
"Oh, you don't believe me? Then beat me up and you'll believe me!" Wangyou dragged Dijiang out and gave him a good beating.
When facing outsiders, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were more united than ever before, and without saying a word, they would go up to help their eldest brother.
"You've come at the perfect time! I feel like beating someone up by myself isn't enough!" Wangyou smiled and challenged the Twelve Ancestral Witches to a duel, or rather, she unilaterally beat them up.
"Do you believe me now?" Wangyou smiled and squatted down to look at the group of people with bruised and swollen faces. Houtu was young and a girl, so Wangyou didn't beat her as badly. Of course, it was impossible for her not to get beaten up.
In the primordial world, the strong reign supreme. The Twelve Ancestral Witches understood that this person was so powerful that there was no need for them to lie. Even Hongjun would not have been able to defeat the twelve of them so easily. This person beat them up as if it were child's play, and his strength was far superior to Hongjun's.
I believe it!
"It's good that you believe. Now that you believe, tidy yourself up and come in to discuss the matter of becoming a saint with you." Wangyou clapped her hands and went straight into the main hall, taking up the highest chair.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches quickly tidied themselves up, but the injuries on their faces and bodies wouldn't heal, so they had to go in with pig-headed faces.
Wangyou didn't say much, but carefully scanned the twelve people. Then, with a light wave of her hand, a bright light appeared between the eyebrows of each of the twelve people. Afterward, the twelve people felt a headache, and then it was as if they had grown into their brains. Things that they couldn't understand before became clear. In addition, a cultivation technique that was completely compatible with them appeared in their minds.
"This is Primordial Purple Qi, one share for each person. Go into seclusion and don't embarrass yourselves until you become a Saint!"
"Yes, Ancestor!" After receiving the information in their minds and seeing that thick wisp of primordial purple energy, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had no more thoughts in their minds. This was their ancestor, their dear ancestor.
Afterwards, the twelve Ancestral Witches formally introduced Wangyou's identity to the entire Witch Clan before eagerly going into seclusion.
Wangyou set up a large array directly in the Wu tribe, and would also teach the Wu tribe people to cultivate in his spare time. He temporarily settled down in the Wu tribe.
While Hongjun was preaching in the Thirty-Third Heaven, he was also thinking about how to make the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan kill each other. Before he could come up with a solution, the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly disappeared without a trace.