Shocking! Demolition Captain Gonggong is Going to Be the Chief Engineer?

Deep within Pangu Hall, the air was solidified.

The last trace of a smile on Dijiang's face vanished. The Space Law around him warped slightly due to the violent tremor in his heart, becoming extremely unstable.

"Say that again."

"Elder Brother Dijiang, I said, the Witch Clan faces a calamity of extinction." Xuanzheng met Dijiang's suddenly sharp, knife-like gaze. His voice was not loud, but each word pressed down like a mountain. He didn't explain further, instead launching into an award-winning performance.

His eyes briefly closed, and when they reopened, they were filled with pity and sorrow, as if he had personally witnessed the tragic future. "When I was comprehending Father God's legacy, I glimpsed a corner... of a terrifying future. In that future, Buzhou Mountain, Father God's spine, collapsed!"

"The waters of the Heavenly River turned into a world-ending torrent, pouring down. The earth was torn asunder, and the wails of millions of Witch Clan sons echoed through heaven and earth! I saw our tribes instantly swallowed by mudslides. Strong Witch Clan warriors were like ants in the monstrous waves. Countless newborns, before they could even glimpse this world, became cold corpses along with their mothers..."

This description was less of a prophecy and more of a doomsday scroll, soaked in blood and tears, unfurled before the two Elder Brothers by Xuanzheng in the most sorrowful tone.

Dijiang fell silent, his fists clenching with a cracking sound. Zhujiuyin closed his eyes. The phantom image of the River of Time flickered behind him. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, his face ashen.

"What you said... is not false." Zhujiuyin's voice was incredibly hoarse. "Although I cannot see the specific scene, deep within the heavenly secrets, there is indeed a monstrous disaster aimed at our Witch Clan, its root... points directly to the pillar of the earth!"

Dijiang looked at Xuanzheng, his expression complex to the extreme. "Thirteenth Brother, Father God... what else did he reveal?"

Xuanzheng's heart settled. Done! The most difficult two had already believed him by nine-tenths.

"Father God's spine, being the source of disaster, is also the source of life!" Xuanzheng seized the opportunity, his tone shifting to one of resolute determination after breaking through obstacles. "If the entire clan can gather its strength and use supreme power to recast the mountain body and stabilize the heavenly pillar, not only can this calamity be resolved, but it will also completely bind the Witch Clan's Destiny with the entire Primordial World, making us indestructible for all eternity!"

The Ancestral Witch Assembly Hall.

When Xuanzheng, at the urging of Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, solemnly announced the doomsday prophecy and the "salvation plan" that had been "artistically processed," the entire hall fell into a long, dead silence.

The flames around Zhurong seemed to dim slightly, and the water vapor surrounding Gonggong ceased its flow.

"Buzhou Mountain... will collapse?" Houtu's compassionate face lost all color. She placed her hands on the ground, and a mournful cry from the depths of the earth traveled up her fingertips, causing her delicate body to tremble. She murmured, "The earth is crying... it's true... it's afraid..."

After a moment of silence, a violent commotion erupted.

"Impossible!" Xizi, who was relatively conservative and controlled lightning, was the first to stand. Electric sparks flashed uncontrollably around him. "Buzhou Mountain is Father God's spine, the pillar supporting the heavens! To repair the entire Buzhou Mountain? If we pour all our strength into it, we will only exhaust our clan's foundation!"

"Elder Brother Xizi has a point." Qiangliang, who controlled thunder and had a fierce temperament, showed a rare look of solemnity. "Thirteenth Brother, our greatest enemy is the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court! If we pour all our strength into this illusory 'mountain repair' endeavor, when Di Jun and Tai Yi, those two crow-like birds, attack, what will we use to resist? Our mouths?"

Qiangliang's words lit the fuse. Tianwu, Jumang, and several other Ancestral Witches echoed his sentiments. They didn't doubt Xuanzheng, but the difficulty and risk of this plan made them instinctively resist.

Zhurong scratched his head and grumbled in a deep voice, "I think Thirteenth Brother and Sister Houtu make sense! If the sky falls, what's the point of fighting the Demon Clan? We'll all be finished together! It's just... this project is indeed a bit too massive. If my fire were to burn the mountain, I'm afraid it would burn right through it..."

For a time, the hall was divided into distinct factions, arguing incessantly.

Dijiang and Zhujiuyin sat in the center, their expressions grave, saying nothing.

Xuanzheng stood quietly, observing the reactions of all the Ancestral Witches. Opposition, fear of difficulty, hesitation... everything was within his expectations. His gaze finally fell upon a figure who had remained silent from beginning to end, yet seemed exceptionally special.

The Ancestral Witch of Water, Gonggong.

At this moment, Gonggong was not agitated, nor was he refuting. He simply rested his chin on his hand, his eyes narrowed, staring intently at Buzhou Mountain outside the hall. A peculiar light flickered in his eyes.

It was a mix of scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of the fervor an artisan feels when seeing a flawless, peerless jade and wanting to personally polish and reshape it.

Xuanzheng's inner thought: Here it comes! The gravitational pull of fate from the original script, "Gonggong Angrily Collides with Buzhou Mountain," had subtly shifted at this moment. His "obsession" with Buzhou Mountain hadn't disappeared, but under Xuanzheng's guiding script of "Reinforcing Buzhou Mountain," it transformed from a simple desire to "smash it" into a more complex urge to "control it, reshape it, and even... make it stronger in my own way, Gonggong's way?"

"Stop arguing!"

Just as the debate grew more heated, Gonggong slammed the armrest of his seat and stood up.

The hall instantly fell silent. All the Ancestral Witches looked at him.

However, Gonggong pointed at Buzhou Mountain outside the hall and asked in a deep voice, directed at everyone, "Father God's spine is indeed magnificent, but don't you think it suppresses the Primordial World's water veins too severely? And its structure is too rigid! If my myriad waters were to scour its interior, and Zhurong's true fire were to forge its bones, then with Rushou's golden energy to sculpt its form, wouldn't it be more perfect than it is now?"

This question stunned all the Ancestral Witches.

Zhurong was the first to react, his eyes widening. "Gonggong, what do you mean?"

"Idiot!" Gonggong didn't even glance at Zhurong, his gaze still fixed fanatically on Buzhou Mountain. "I mean, Thirteenth Brother's plan is interesting! Instead of waiting for it to collapse on its own someday, why don't we personally shape it into the form our Witch Clan desires! A perfect heavenly pillar that will never collapse and will serve us!"

Upon hearing this, the entire assembly was shocked. Even Dijiang and Zhujiuyin showed expressions of surprise.

The designated demolisher had actively volunteered to become the chief engineer?

Xuanzheng was overjoyed internally, but his face maintained a heavy and worried expression. He knew the timing was right; now was the moment for the final, potent remedy.

He stepped forward, his entire aura suddenly changing.

The "innocence" and "bravery" of the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch receded, replaced by a pity and resolve that seemed to bear the entire fate of the Witch Clan. His gaze was as deep as the starry sky, causing every Ancestral Witch who met his eyes to feel a jolt in their hearts.

"Brothers, I know this matter is incredible."

"Words alone are indeed difficult to believe."

Xuanzheng slowly raised his hand, palm facing upward, aiming at the heart of Pangu Hall. A faint yet incredibly pure force of the Law of Destiny and Karma, mixed with a trace of the True Meaning of Destruction, intertwined in his palm.

"Since that is the case, I will use the meager insight Father God bestowed upon me to invite all my brothers... to witness that disaster with your own eyes!"