Yellow Hair and Golden Fur

The Ancestral Witches, formed from the Pangu Essence Blood, have officially emerged. All the reclusive powerful beings sensed this, for nothing concerning Pangu is trivial, so they all paid more or less attention.

Fuxi and Nuwa were also constantly on guard, after all, the ancestral land of the Ancestral Witches was Buzhou Mountain, and their Daoist temple was nearby.

If these neighbors are not easy to get along with, then the brother and sister will have to consider moving away from Buzhou Mountain.

Fuxi was already considering it. After all, the overwhelming Sha Qi and the sky-covering true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, resembling the descent of demon gods, had left a very deep impression on him.

"These Ancestral Witches, formed from the Pangu Essence Blood, have all emerged, their ferocious aura soaring to the heavens; one look at them and you know they're not easy to get along with."

Fuxi was deeply worried and expressed his thoughts.

"Little sister, I feel that Buzhou Mountain is likely to become turbulent in the near future. If we continue to stay here, we may get caught up in some fighting."

Nuwa stood beside Fuxi, her eyes filled with inquiry.

"Does my brother mean we should leave here and find somewhere else?"

"I don't want to..." unless absolutely necessary.

They were both born in this area, so why would they want to leave their homeland and settle in a completely unfamiliar place unless absolutely necessary?

Before Fuxi could finish speaking, he sensed a terrifying, malevolent aura already at his doorstep. The array he had set up was crumbling under the pressure of this aura, like a candle flickering in the wind.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches did not force their way into the dojo; they remained in accordance with the rules, staying a thousand miles away from the dojo.

Because Taichu wouldn't let them get any closer, he was just there to deliver gifts and chat. With twelve demon gods with him, anyone who didn't know better would think he was there to cause trouble.

So Taichu said to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, "Don't move around here, I'll go get you some oranges."

Jumang scratched his head and asked, "What are oranges? Are they tasty, brother?"

"I don't know either, I haven't heard of it!"

Taichu arrived at the array and began to knock, "Ancestral Witches Taichu, I have come to pay my respects to Nuwa."

After Nuwa and Fuxi clearly saw the appearance of the people who came to the Daoist temple, they were both a little confused.

However, considering the aura of the Ancestral Witches on Taichu, Fuxi and Nuwa also thought back to when they first met Xiang Dong.

Fuxi sent Xiang Dong to Buzhou Mountain. After that, Buzhou Mountain underwent many strange changes, the will and figure of the great god Pangu were revived, and after Xiang Dong awoke in the spiritual field, he kept calling Pangu "Father God".

Once everything is sorted out, many things will have a reasonable explanation.

"Brother, we must greet our guest."

Nuwa removed the formation, allowing Taichu to enter the Daoist temple. Her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Taichu, carefully examining him.

That face, whether in its outline, features, or even certain expressions and postures, was completely identical to Xiang Dong, who acted erratically, spoke incoherently, and was incomprehensible to others; there was almost no difference between them.

The only difference is in temperament.

Taichu had a golden divine mark between his eyebrows, and a vast and radiant Great Dao of light flowed around him. He was sacred, calm, and imposing, giving people a sense of security and making them want to get closer.

Their different temperaments and personalities make them look like completely different people, even though they have the same face.

Xiang Dong and Taichu gave Fuxi completely different feelings, just like the difference between blond hair and golden hair. Compared to Taichu, the blond hair was much more pleasing to the eye.

"Are you Fellow Xiang Dong?"

"Some things are complicated and difficult to explain, so all you need to know is that I am Xiang Dong, and also the Ancestral Witches Taichu. We share memories."

"So Fellow Fuxi, there's no need to be so tense. Just relax and be as you were before."

Taichu smiled calmly and handed forward the tightly bound Six-Eared Macaque.

"By the way, has the Phoenix Clan contacted you?"

"Fellow Daoist Taichu, rest assured, Xuehuang and the others are unharmed."

"That's good. I originally planned to bring back a magical treasure for you on this long trip, but a small accident happened, so I can only use this as a substitute and give it to you as a gift. It seems to have some kind of connection with you."

Fuxi stared at the snarling monkey, his eyes practically rolling to the sky. "Who sent you this monkey? Did you come from the right path?" he thought.

No, you Ancestral Witches were born together, you didn't just go to catch this monkey, did you? Is it that important?

Fuxi subconsciously performed calculations and deductions, discovering that this monkey was quite extraordinary.

Nuwa was also quite surprised. Did she intend to give this monkey to her as a mount or a spirit pet?

However, when she carefully examined the peculiar monkey with six ears before her, her Primordial Spirit stirred slightly, and a strange feeling arose in the Unseen.

This monkey had somehow developed a connection with her, and there was even a hint of a master-disciple relationship between them, though it was so subtle that Nuwa wasn't quite sure what it was.

"There is indeed some connection between it and me, but this connection hasn't manifested yet, so it's hard to say for sure."

"It's alright!" Taichu waved his hand. "It's good that you have it. Even if you can't take it as a disciple, you can keep it by your side as a servant, serving tea and water, fertilizing and watering the plants, taking care of the spirit fields, or guarding the gate. It's wild and untamed and lacks discipline. If you can teach it well, that will be a Merit."

The Six-Eared Macaque was naturally displeased with Taichu's words and bared his teeth at Taichu.

"Look at it, it even dares to breathe on it."

Nuwa stretched out her palm and gently stroked the head of the Six-Eared Macaque twice.

The Six-Eared Macaque did not dodge. Under Nuwa's soothing touch, its ferocious aura dissipated considerably, and even its eyes became clearer.

When it doesn't reveal its ferocity, the Six-Eared Macaque looks quite docile and cute, with a lively spirit.

"It is indeed a rare breed. Although its temperament is unruly, its Root Bone is exceptional. Even if it cannot be taken as a disciple, it would be excellent as a guardian spirit beast of the mountain."

Nuwa's words did not constitute a rejection; in fact, they meant she agreed to accept the Six-Eared Macaque. However, what Taichu wanted to give was not just the Six-Eared Macaque.

Taichu took out his phone and tapped it lightly. The Twenty-Four-Rank Creation Green Lotus then appeared. Although what appeared was only a phantom, it still possessed boundless Daoist charm.

Nuwa had only recently embarked on the path of the Power of Principle. Although she possessed exceptional talent and comprehension, the suppression of the Heavenly Dao prevented her from delving deeply into the path of Principle.

Even though Xiang Dong used his authority to temporarily lift the restrictions on her and Fuxi, it doesn't mean she can achieve instant success. Every small step forward is like walking on thin ice, and whether she can reach the other side remains an unknown.

When the Creation Green Lotus appeared, the faint Power of Principle within Nuwa instantly resonated with it and began to slowly increase.