Founding the Witch Clan, Hongjun Comes to Visit
Fuxi sighed and did not continue. Instead, he changed the subject.
"Never mind the Heavenly Dao. Let's talk about the land of the Primordial World."
"Although you are Father God Pangu's descendants, this land of the Primordial World has now been occupied by other races!"
"There are even three clans, each claiming to be the overlord of heaven and earth."
At these words, the Ancestral Witches all gnashed their teeth, itching to charge out and kill.
"Then I'll leave Buzhou Mountain and slaughter every last one of them!"
Zhurong threw back his head, and explosive rage burst from his lips!
Fuxi shook his head.
"That won't do. Each of the three clans has hundreds of quadrillions of members, as numerous as ants and tangled as hemp. You alone, even with the others, could never kill them all."
Fuxi's words were rather merciless.
The Ancestral Witches' thoughts were in turmoil as well.
Why did the other races have quadrillions of members, while they numbered only twelve?
A thought flashed through Houtu's mind. She stepped forward and asked Fuxi, "Is there a way to increase our people's numbers to the quadrillions as well?"
Fuxi nodded, approving of Houtu's line of thought.
"Naturally, there is a way."
"You can follow Father God Pangu's example and use essence blood or ordinary blood to create new members of your race."
"Only their foundations will inevitably be inferior to yours."
"If you want to improve their foundations, you can have them enter the Blood Pool."
The Ancestral Witches looked at one another, astonished by the method Fuxi had given them.
"Good! We twelve shall do as Big Brother Fuxi said and create these new members of our race!"
"Our people shall be known as the Witch Clan!"
Dijiang spoke, settling the matter with a single blow of the hammer!
"We of the Witch Clan honor neither heaven nor earth. We revere Father God Pangu alone!"
From that day on, a new race appeared upon the land of the Primordial World—the Witch Clan.
The Witch Clan's guiding principle was utterly different from that of any other race in the Primordial World.
If the others learned of it, they would surely cry out that the clan was outrageously audacious.
The Heavenly Dao, which was in motion, turned its gaze briefly toward this place.
The Xiantian Grand Formation was still operating, Earthly Turbid Qi still covered the area, and the workings of heaven were in disarray.
The Heavenly Dao noticed nothing unusual and promptly departed.
The Witch Clan were all battle-loving people who revered Pangu alone.
The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans of the Primordial World each claimed to be the overlord of heaven and earth.
The Witch Clan found the three clans extremely displeasing to the eye.
Moreover, the Witch Clan did not cultivate their primordial spirits, only their bodies, and needed countless quantities of flesh for food.
The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, born from the gathered spiritual Qi of heaven and earth and blessed with great fortune, naturally became excellent meat for them.
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the gradually expanding Witch Clan occupied the region.
Deep within the Witch Clan's territory, where the Twelve Ancestral Witches resided,
a huge bonfire had been lit.
A dressed bird was skewered on a wooden spit made from a tree dozens of zhang thick.
Fuxi, whose peerless bearing made him seem like an immortal banished from heaven, picked up the spit and placed it over the bonfire to roast!
It was not that Fuxi disregarded his image and insisted on doing this himself.
Rather, after giving the Ancestral Witches the method to create the Witch Clan, he had returned to Buzhou Mountain to check on Nuwa.
Before leaving, he had also suggested to the Ancestral Witches that they hunt members of the three clans for meat.
This could both advance the Dragon-Han Calamity and strengthen the Witch Clan.
He had never expected that when he came down Buzhou Mountain again, he would see a scene of mangled flesh, too grisly to behold.
Thus, Fuxi decided to teach the Twelve Ancestral Witches how to prepare meat.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches would then pass the methods on to the Witch Clan.
While Fuxi was preparing the Phoenix the Ancestral Witches had brought back from their hunt, Hongjun had finally found a way into the Witch Clan Territory.
The Witch Clan Territory relied on the terrain of Buzhou Mountain to begin with.
On top of that, Fuxi had used the Chaotic Bagua to strengthen the Xiantian Grand Formation shrouding the Witch Clan by an unknown degree, for his plans in the future.
Hongjun had used that half of the Jade Disc of Good Fortune to make deduction after deduction before finding the correct way in!
"What great divine ability wielder could be dwelling beneath Buzhou Mountain?"
"If this old Daoist remembers correctly, this seems to be the Witch Clan's territory in the future."
Hongjun passed through the grand formation and stood in the air, motionless for a long while.
"Th-this is?"
Below him, the crowds carrying dragons, phoenixes, and the like—weren't they the very Witch Clan he had just spoken of?
"Could the Witch Clan have already emerged in this period?"
Hongjun's words were full of bewilderment.
Judging by the size of the Witch Clan, they had probably emerged quite some time ago.
Yet in his deductions, the Witch Clan was supposed to emerge only after the Dragon-Han Calamity!
Hongjun thought it over. The Witch Clan would not affect his plans.
So he followed the guidance of the Jade Disc of Good Fortune toward the interior of Buzhou Mountain.
As soon as he reached the entrance to the interior, Hongjun heard a burst of laughter.
"Hahahahaha! As expected of my big brother, this bird smells amazing when roasted!"
A burly man with fiery red hair held a huge bird leg in one hand, grease covering his mouth as he ate!
Beside the bonfire, the faces of the others shone in the firelight.
Hongjun stared, dumbfounded, as a wave of dizziness swept over him.
"Why have the Twelve Ancestral Witches already reached the Daluo Golden Immortal Peak?!"
Moreover, judging by the way the laws around them resonated with their true bodies, these Daluo Golden Immortals were probably no ordinary Daluo Golden Immortals.
At the center of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, a man in white, with the others gathered loosely around him, looked in Hongjun's direction.
Has this old Daoist been discovered?
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were eating happily when they saw their big brother's expression turn unfriendly as he looked toward a certain spot.
In that empty place, an elderly man in purple slowly revealed himself.
The old man cupped his hands and said, "This humble Daoist is Hongjun. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Fuxi."
Hongjun knew that the man in white surrounded by the others was the very "Fuxi" he had deduced that day!
Yet there was not the slightest trace of cultivation about him.
Had Hongjun not possessed sharp eyes and seen that the Heaven and Earth Rules were faintly accommodating Fuxi,
he might have thought Fellow Daoist Fuxi was merely an ordinary person.
"Greetings, Daoist Hongjun."
Fuxi rose and cupped his hands in return.
"May I ask what brings you here today, Daoist Hongjun?"
Behind Fuxi, the Ancestral Witches rose one after another and looked at Hongjun.
Although he was a purple-robed elder with an immortal air and a kindly face,
their expressions remained unfriendly.
For Daoist Hongjun's rash entry into the Witch Clan's territory alone, the matter could not end amicably unless he gave them a good explanation.
Seeing the Ancestral Witches' expressions, Hongjun smiled bitterly inwardly.
As the owner of a Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation, he could naturally see through the workings of heaven and knew that there would be a Witch Clan in later generations. Yet he had not expected that the Witch Clan of the future had already grown to its present strength.
Even he, a Quasi-Sage, dared not underestimate them.