Ultimate Trump Card! The Spine of the Father God is Here, Who Else Dares to Disobey?

Gonggong's roar completely ignited the fervor that had been building in Pangu Hall.

"Let's get to work!"

"We're starting right now!"

Zhurong's flames soared into the sky, nearly setting the star map on the hall's ceiling ablaze.

Qiangliang, meanwhile, directly hoisted the unlucky Divine Iron chair, ready to use it as a hammer the moment they stepped outside.

The entire grand hall transformed from a solemn assembly room into a bustling construction mobilization meeting.

Xuanzheng watched this scene, a perfectly placed smile of "gratitude" on his face.

Inwardly, however, he knew better than anyone that this stirred-up enthusiasm still lacked a crucial anchor.

Having systems, slogans, and a sense of crisis wasn't enough.

To keep these twelve unruly Elder Brothers in a state of high energy throughout the countless eons of tedious construction ahead, he needed to give them an absolute pillar of spiritual support.

A... "miracle" that would leave them with no room for doubt.

"Brothers!"

Xuanzheng's voice wasn't loud, but it precisely cut through all the noise in the hall.

The Ancestral Witches, who had been buzzing with excitement moments before, froze and turned to look at him in unison.

On Xuanzheng's "innocent" face, the smile had vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and piety.

He slowly walked to the center of the hall and, under everyone's gaze, made a gesture of taking something from his embrace with utmost seriousness.

In reality, his hand was merely a distraction; the true protagonist had quietly transferred from his system space.

The next moment, a piece no longer than an arm, entirely chaotic in color... a "stone," appeared in his palm.

The instant this object appeared, there was no brilliant light. Instead, the entire Pangu Hall seemed to "sink"!

An indescribable Pangu pressure, intrinsically linked to Buzhou Mountain itself, spread from the "stone" like a silent tsunami of Law!

The air seemed to solidify, and the dense spiritual energy flowing within the hall was instantly suppressed, ceasing its movement as if time itself had been paused!

"Boom!"

This roar didn't sound in their ears but exploded in the deepest part of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' bloodlines!

These twelve powerhouses, standing at the pinnacle of the Primordial World, all changed color at this moment, their bodies trembling uncontrollably! The Pangu blood within them, like subjects encountering their sovereign, boiled, roared, and prostrated themselves madly!

Houtu's delicate face turned pale, yet a flush of ecstatic joy surged through her. She could clearly feel the earth beneath her feet, the entire Dragon Vein of Buzhou Mountain, rejoicing at the appearance of this "stone," as if a child reunited with its mother after years apart!

The Southern Bright Lihuo around Zhurong was suppressed and retracted into his body. He was horrified to discover how insignificant his flame Law was before this aura, like a mere candlelight!

"This... this is..."

Dijiang's body shook violently. The Space Law around him, upon contact with this aura, let out a groan of unbearable strain and actively submitted to it!

He exclaimed in disbelief, "It's the aura of the Father God's Spine Bone origin!"

In Zhujiuyin's ancient, unchanging eyes, the phantom of the River of Time churned violently for the first time, nearly rushing out of his sockets. He stared intently at the unremarkable "stone," each word squeezed out as if from between his teeth.

"There's no mistake! This is undoubtedly the core Dragon Vein Ancestral Source of Buzhou Mountain! It contains the purest Pangu's Will from the time of creation!"

Dragon Vein Ancestral Source!

These five words struck each Ancestral Witch's heart like a divine thunderclap of creation!

They could question Xuanzheng's prophecy, they could doubt the difficulty of the construction, but they would never misidentify this aura, originating from the deepest part of their bloodline – the Father God's presence!

Zhujiuyin leaned forward slightly, his profound gaze carrying a burning intensity for the first time, piercing directly at Xuanzheng.

"Thirteenth Brother, this item... where did you obtain it?"

This question voiced the thoughts of everyone present.

In the hall, the previously fervent fighting spirit instantly turned into a deathly silence. Twelve gazes, filled with shock, confusion, fervor, and scrutiny, all focused on Xuanzheng.

Xuanzheng cradled the [Buzhou Mountain Dragon Vein Ancestral Source], his expression of "naturalness" and "Father God's favor" utterly convincing.

If he had produced this thing himself, it would have been a crime of possessing a treasure.

But now, cloaked in the guise of "Father God's dream," it was a sacred object destined by fate!

"Naturally, it was bestowed upon me when the Father God appeared in a dream."

He slowly raised the Dragon Vein Ancestral Source, his tone solemn as if he were delivering a decree from heaven.

"The Father God said this is the core array eye for repairing Buzhou Mountain, it is the key to our Witch Clan's future Destiny, and furthermore... it is the final test and hope for all of us his descendants!"

Boom!

These words were like the most potent heart stimulant, forcefully injected into the hearts of all the Ancestral Witches!

Bestowed by the Father God! Core array eye! Key to Destiny! Test and hope!

Every last shred of doubt, wavering, and apprehension was utterly shattered at this moment!

"Father God... Father God actually values us so highly!" Houtu's eyes instantly reddened, her voice trembling.

However, just as the sacred and solemn atmosphere reached its peak, a figure abruptly moved.

He didn't speak, but instead shoved his Elder Brother aside!

Gonggong's eyes gleamed, devoid of any reverence for the sacred object. Rubbing his hands together, he rushed towards Xuanzheng without hesitation. His gaze wasn't that of someone looking at a relic of the Father God, but more like a master craftsman encountering his most coveted material!

Dijiang frowned, about to reprimand him.

But Gonggong was already circling the Dragon Vein Ancestral Source in Xuanzheng's hand, marveling and muttering to himself:

"Tsk, tsk, this texture, this structure... The Water Element Veins contained within are simply divine craftsmanship!"

He slapped his thigh hard, his eyes blazing with terrifying intensity, not at Xuanzheng, but at the Dragon Vein Ancestral Source.

"If this thing were used as the main valve, embedded in the core hub of Buzhou Mountain's water veins... My heavens, how immense would the water flow be? It could scour the entire mountain's interior in an instant! This cleaning efficiency could be increased tenfold!"

He had already begun to think purely from the perspective of a "Chief Engineer," considering how to maximize the utilization of this "top-tier component"!

"Nonsense!" Zhurong immediately took offense. He stepped forward, pointing at the Dragon Vein Ancestral Source, and retorted, "What valve? Idiot! The World-Opening Fire Element contained within this thing is pure to the extreme! This is clearly a natural supreme furnace core! Use it to smelt divine gold, and any Geng Metal Divine Iron will turn to water!"

Inside the hall, the Ancestral Witches watched Gonggong and Zhurong argue heatedly over the "usage of the component," then looked at Xuanzheng, who stood solemnly and as steady as an old dog. Their eyes instantly filled with reverence, envy, and a hint of unconcealed fervor.

The Father God favored his thirteenth brother so much!

The Father God valued the Witch Clan so highly!

What reason did they have not to give their all!

"Let's do it!"

It was unclear who shouted it first, with all their might.

"For the Father God!"

"For the Witch Clan!"

"ROAR--!"

Twelve figures, towering like the sky, had their passion completely overwhelm their reason. They roared up at the heavens in unison. The terrifying sonic waves converged into one, piercing the dome of Pangu Hall and causing the entire Buzhou Mountain to hum in response.

An epic undertaking, capable of overturning the structure of the Primordial World and drawing the attention of even Saints, was about to begin.

Gonggong could no longer hear the roars around him. He pushed aside the still-arguing Zhurong, squatted on the ground, and dipped his finger in some saliva. He began excitedly drawing his "First Draft of Water Vein Renovation" on the mirror-smooth floor.