“Ancestral Witch, my lord, with our boys' strength, they can only search the lower section of Mount Zhou. The midsection on the mountainside bears Father God's Great Dao pressure, which ordinary warriors simply cannot step foot on. So conducting a large-scale search above the mountainside... is somewhat difficult.”
The Wu tribe warriors were working with fiery enthusiasm, like civil engineering majors on a job site. Meanwhile, “Squad Leader” Kuafu came over to report the situation to the “foremen,” the eleven Ancestral Witches, while “Developer” Xuanjian looked on from the side.
“Hmm…”
General Foreman Dijiang waved his hand and said impatiently, “Leave the mountainside area to the Arch-Witches of our tribe then.”
“Yes!”
Squad Leader Kuafu took his order and departed.
Afterward, dozens of Wu tribe Arch-Witches split up and set foot on the midsection of Mount Zhou—the mountainside.
The moment they stepped onto the mountainside, the Great Dao pressure from Great God Pangu descended abruptly. Formless and invisible, it possessed the supreme power to suppress all other Great Daos, standing alone and unmatched!
Even if Saints were to visit, Pangu's Great Dao suppression would crush them all the same, completely unbothered by who or what they were.
Before Mount Zhou became Mount Buzhou, it had always been the foremost sacred mountain in the world of Honghuang, a place of faith for all living beings.
Even if Saints arrived or the Heavenly Dao descended in person, upon coming to Mount Zhou, they would have to stand at attention like good youngsters of Honghuang and behave themselves. Only Pangu's own children brought him endless headaches, forcibly tacking a “Bu” (Imperfect) onto Mount Zhou, ensuring that Mount Zhou would never be complete again.
“Brother Xuanjian.”
After giving Kuafu his instructions, Dijiang turned to Xuanjian with an apologetic expression. “I'm truly sorry, Brother Xuanjian. These young brats under me are useless. Three thousand years have passed, and they haven't found the two Innate Spiritual Roots you were looking for.”
Xuanjian smiled calmly and said nonchalantly, “It matters not, Brother Dijiang. Treasures depend on destined affinity. It seems I simply lack a destined affinity with these two items.”
“Destined affinity my foot.”
Gonggong curled his lip and said, “You Essence Soul cultivators are so troublesome, turning everything into a convoluted puzzle. The entire world of Honghuang is a hunting ground left to us by Father God. If even our Wu tribe can't find them, maybe the two spiritual roots you spoke of don't even exist, Brother Xuanjian.”
“Heh.”
Before anyone else could speak, Gonggong's sworn rival scoffed first, his face full of disdain. “With that beast brain of yours, even if Brother Xuanjian broke it down into tiny pieces and fed it to you, you still wouldn't understand.”
“Oh, as if you understand? Then tell me, what is 'destined affinity'?”
Gonggong retorted.
“Hmm...” Zhurong pondered for a moment before squeezing out a phrase: “Destined affinity... is too wondrous for words.”
Gonggong said, “Pretending to know when you don't.”
Zhurong said, “Still better than you.”
Gonggong said, “Want to fight, is that it?”
Zhurong said, “Who's afraid of you? Bring it on!”
Disagreeing after just a few words, Gonggong and Zhurong began brawling again, heading off to an empty spot to trade brutal, bone-crunching blows.
The two Ancestral Witches stood face-to-face, each grabbing the other's neck with his left hand while clenching his right hand into a fist, hammering away at each other's face without taking a single step back, going all out.
The remaining ten Ancestral Witches were completely accustomed to this sight.
Not only did they not break it up, but they also watched with great interest.
Watching wasn't enough; they even jeered, pointed fingers, and made commentary.
Although Xuanjian had witnessed this scenario many times over the past three thousand years, he still marveled at the Ancestral Witches' way of interacting.
As for the Innate Gourd Vine and the Innate Four Elements Plantain Tree?
If they couldn't find them, so be it.
Three thousand years had passed, so the First Zixiao Palace Sermon was likely over by now.
Once those Innate Sacred Beings returned to Honghuang, these two Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Roots would naturally emerge into the world.
When that happened, their locations could easily be locked down through the heavenly phenomena accompanying their emergence.
Being closest to the pavilion gives you the first view of the moon.
They were right outside Mount Zhou, so they would definitely be faster than those Innate Sacred Beings regardless.
Xuanjian thought to himself.
At this moment, Ancestral Witch Houtu walked up to Xuanjian's side and asked, “Brother Xuanjian, you seem to know a great deal about all kinds of spiritual roots in Honghuang?”
“Although Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Roots are rare, I still know of a few—such as the Ginseng Fruit Tree of Mount Wanshou, the Wutong Tree of the Phoenix Clan, the Fusang Tree of the Solar Star, the Huangzhong Plum Tree of Western Kunlun, and the Wind-Thunder Apricot Tree of Eastern Kunlun, among others.”
“However, regarding the Innate Gourd Vine and the Innate Four Elements Plantain Tree you mentioned, I have never heard of them before.”
“Hmm...” Xuanjian said, “These two spiritual roots definitely exist. It's just that neither I nor the Wu tribe have a destined affinity with them.”
Upon hearing this, Houtu's earthy-yellow eyes lit up slightly, and she continued asking, “Then, Brother Xuanjian, is there any kind of spiritual root that could allow our Wu tribe to generate an Essence Soul?”
Houtu still kept the matter of the Essence Soul close to her heart, caring deeply about it.
Even though the twelve Ancestral Witches had already completed the Sixth Revolution of the Mysterious Art, allowing them to attain Sainthood through physical body alone and stand equal to Saints... this method of proving the Dao was ultimately flawed.
As the only one among the twelve Ancestral Witches who possessed an Essence Soul, Houtu thought much further ahead and more comprehensively than the other Ancestral Witches.
Therefore, unwilling to give up or accept defeat, she wanted to get some other answers from Xuanjian.
“That is something I truly haven't heard of,” Xuanjian answered, shaking his head. “The only method I can think of that might allow the Ancestral Witches to generate an Essence Soul is Pangu Marrow.”
Hearing this, the light in Houtu's eyes dimmed, and she felt somewhat disappointed. “I see. But Pangu Marrow... even we, the twelve Ancestral Witches, have never seen it.”
Pangu Essence Blood was already a supreme treasure.
Pangu Marrow was a supreme treasure among supreme treasures.
The vast world of Honghuang might possess it, but it certainly could not be found easily.
Seeing Houtu's disappointment, Xuanjian thought for a moment and said, “I do have a method that might secure some Pangu Marrow, though I can't guarantee it will succeed.”
“Hmm?”
The moment those words were spoken, Houtu's dimmed eyes lit up once more, her clear, earthy-yellow eyes filled with surprise and joy.
However, before Houtu could ask, Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches grew impatient.
Even Zhurong and Gonggong, who were brawling, put aside their important matters at hand.
“What?” Dijiang said excitedly. “Brother Xuanjian, you have a method?”
“This is fantastic!” Zhujiuyin said. “With Father God's marrow, we Ancestral Witches will be able to generate Essence Souls!”
Qiangliang, the Ancestral Witch of Thunder, clenched his fist. The law of the Great Dao of Thunder swirled around his fingertips, crackling with a terrifying, destructive aura. “Once we find Father God's marrow, who will dare call our Wu tribe barbarians again!”
“Alright, alright.”
Houtu interrupted the noisy clamor of her brothers and sisters, saying, “Stop talking and let Brother Xuanjian finish. Besides, Brother Xuanjian said this method isn't guaranteed to work, so don't celebrate too early.”
After hushing her older brothers and sisters, Houtu looked back at Xuanjian with joy, unable to wait any longer. “Brother Xuanjian, what is the method you mentioned?”
Upon hearing her question, the corners of Xuanjian's mouth curled up slightly, as if an amusing picture had come to his mind.
All eleven Ancestral Witches stared at Xuanjian unblinkingly, full of anticipation.
Xuanjian said, “My method... is crying.”
The eleven Ancestral Witches: “???”
Eleven utterly bewildered faces: “Crying?”
Rate on N.U.
