Pangu Hall was blessed by Pangu's Will; even the Heavenly Dao could not peer into it.
Led by the witches, Chu Feng soon arrived outside Pangu Hall.
The hall doors towered into the clouds. Nine tiers of golden platforms floated before the hall, radiating an overbearing aura. Dao Charm flowed through them, containing a trace of the intent to split open heaven and earth.
"This is Father God's hall. Without us leading you, other living beings cannot enter," Dijiang said lightly.
Chu Feng nodded slightly. He had read about all this in prehistoric novels.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were Pangu's bloodline, so naturally, they would not stop his descendants from worshipping him. Other living beings were a different matter.
Even the Heavenly Dao was no exception. This was the difference between an adopted child and a biological child.
Before long, inside Pangu Hall.
Without another word, Gonggong dropped to her knees and slammed her forehead heavily against the floor. The ground shook, and even Pangu Hall trembled.
"Father God above, your child has suffered! Just now, Fellow Daoist Chu said that the Heavenly Dao will scheme against us, causing us twelve sisters to die in the calamity. Please save us sisters..."
"Why hasn't Father God reacted?"
Dijiang frowned and looked at Chu Feng, asking anxiously, "Fellow Daoist Chu, what do we do now?"
Chu Feng stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "I have a method we can try."
Then, Chu Feng took the Chaos Green Lotus from the System Space and placed it inside Pangu Hall.
Chu Feng took a deep breath and said, "Chaos Green Lotus above, you gave birth to Great God Pangu back then. If we sort out the relationship, you could be considered Great God Pangu's mother.
"I don't know where you came from now, but you are a Chaos Supreme Treasure. If you possess a spirit, please help Great God Pangu's descendants communicate with Great God Pangu."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Chaos Green Lotus trembled slightly, as though it had heard Chu Feng's call.
The Chaos Green Lotus now shared an inseparable bond with Chu Feng, so naturally, it would help him.
In an instant, the Chaos Green Lotus bloomed with dazzling light, and rich Dao Charm spread from it.
That ancient aura from the distant depths of Chaos enveloped all of Pangu Hall.
At that moment, Gonggong slammed her forehead down again, tears and snot streaming down her face. "Wuwuwu, Father God above, please help us sisters. We don't want to be schemed against by the Heavenly Dao and die."
Zhurong froze. She had always been at odds with Gonggong, and seeing her make such a fool of herself, she could not help bursting into laughter. "Hahaha! Gonggong, you bastard, you're killing me!"
Dijiang's delicate brows furrowed, a glint of coldness flashing through her eyes as she rebuked, "How dare you make such a racket in Father God's hall? Have you no sense of propriety?"
"Qiangliang, Jumang, Tianwu, Yanzi, Xuanming, Shebishi, Zhujiuyin, all of you, get her and give Zhurong a beating!"
Dijiang sneered and added faintly, "Hit her hard. Don't stop until she cries!"
Zhurong was dumbfounded.
Before she could react, Qiangliang, Jumang, Tianwu, Yanzi, Xuanming, Shebishi, and Zhujiuyin all struck, giving Zhurong an "enlightenment of love."
Before long, Zhurong was crying pitifully, curled up with her head in her arms and begging repeatedly, "Wuwuwu, stop hitting me, stop! Big Sister, I know I was wrong."
"Enough. Stop," Dijiang ordered.
All the witches drew sharp breaths. Fortunately, they had held back their laughter, or they would have been the ones beaten. After thinking it over, they decided to each use their own methods.
Jumang immediately knelt down. The Law of Wood emerged and formed into a tree trunk, which she used to smash herself heavily in the chest. "Wuwuwu, Father God above, our Witch Clan has suffered! The Heavenly Dao is too wicked. It actually schemed against our Witch Clan."
What the hell?
Self-harm?
What kind of ridiculous stunt was that?
Chu Feng was stunned.
With Jumang setting the example, Qiangliang's eyes lit up. The Law of Thunder emerged, and she viciously struck herself with it, blasting her hair into an afro.
"Wuwuwu~ Father God above, Jumang is right! The Heavenly Dao has no respect for you at all. Please uphold justice for us sisters."
Seeing this, Xizi followed suit. The Law of Lightning emerged, and what he said was more or less the same as Qiangliang's words.
Tianwu went even further. Using the Law of Wind, he formed wind blades and cut up his own clothes, revealing glimpses of skin and making himself look like a beggar.
"Wuwuwu, Father God above, the sisters are right. Give us something to defend ourselves with. Our Witch Clan is poor! Without powerful spirit treasures for protection, after being bullied by other living beings, we can't even afford new clothes."
What the hell!
Chu Feng was shocked once more. He stared at Tianwu in disbelief, thinking, This is overacting. They're just making this up blindly. It's way too fake. Who would believe that?
While Chu Feng was still stunned, Xuanming and Shebishi went even further.
One used the Law of Weather, while the other used the Law of Rain. A torrential downpour fell, soaking the witches' clothes and accentuating their slender figures.
The two witches knelt down, one hand braced against the ground and the other wiping away tears. Looking like tragic-drama heroines, they spoke in unison, "Father God above, Tianwu is right. Things have been so hard for us. Without your protection, all the living beings of the prehistoric world bully our Witch Clan.
"Without Father God, we are like children with no home. Please take pity on us sisters."
The mood was right, and all the witches knelt down and immediately began acting.
"Waaah—please uphold justice for us, Father God!"
Zhurong shouted at the top of her lungs, even cracking her voice from crying. She did not need to act at all, because the other witches had genuinely beaten her into tears...
Houtu sighed softly. Imagining the scene of her eleven sisters dying, unlike the other witches, she was genuinely moved and burst into tears. "Wuwuwu~ Father God above,
"My sisters have always taken such good care of Houtu. Houtu doesn't want her sisters to die. Please help us, Father God. Little Earth wants to serve Father God together with her sisters."
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Chu Feng was dumbfounded. Seeing the witches' outrageous antics, he secretly gave them a thumbs-up.
If they went to act in the modern world, every one of them would be a best actress. With a law unleashed, they had the weather, the atmosphere, and the right expressions. They did not even need props!
Act on, then. Who the hell could out-act them?
The witches wailed one after another. As the Dao Charm of the Chaos Green Lotus emerged, an ancient voice echoed through Pangu Hall.
"Chaos Green Lotus... Mother?"
Pangu's Will slowly awakened.
The moment the witches heard this, they cried even harder.
"Father God!"
"Father God!"
Pangu's sigh echoed through the great hall. "Sigh..."
"I am Pangu. My children have suffered. I still have twelve drops of essence blood remaining, and I shall bestow them upon you."
Then, twelve drops of essence blood appeared and fell into the witches' hands.
"Wuwuwu, thank you, Father God. But we have no spirit treasures to defend ourselves with. Please take pity on us and grant us spirit treasures." Xuanming wailed, continuing to cry poverty.
Spirit treasures?
What the hell did she need spirit treasures for?
When she fought others, she relied entirely on her powerful physical body. The other witches were the same.
Xuanming simply wanted them. As for whether she would use them, that depended on her mood.
"I remember that after Great God Pangu passed away, his skull became the Jade Plate of Creation. But the other Jade Plates of Creation shattered into many pieces, and the remaining fragments disappeared without a trace," Chu Feng reminded them.
As though sensing Chu Feng, a voice echoed through Pangu Hall once more.
"By relying on my will, I summoned back two fragments of the Jade Plate of Creation. The other fragments are in the depths of Chaos."
As soon as Pangu finished speaking, two fragments of the Jade Plate of Creation flew into Chu Feng's hands.
"Father God, you're playing favorites. You still haven't granted us spirit treasures..." Xuanming cried pitifully.
"My will has only briefly awakened. I cannot grant you any more spirit treasures. I can only teach you some divine abilities for self-defense..."
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