"About that Kunpeng..."
Gou Mang Ancestral Witch Jumang, surrounded by a vibrant green light, appeared relatively calm amidst the crowd's indignation, attempting to analyze the situation.
"Even without the ten- Kalpa period, given his Innate Deities foundation and wisdom, creating Demon Script is probably only a matter of time..."
"Enough--!"
A sharp, penetrating shout, like a thunderclap, instantly silenced all the roars.
Ancestral Witch Houtu, stood in the center of the temple, her petite body now exuding a powerful aura that made all her brothers take notice.
Her gentle and beautiful face flushed red with extreme anger, and her clear eyes burned with an unprecedented flame—not the Flame of Destruction like that of Zhurong, but a flame filled with pain, despair, and unwavering conviction!
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Houtu's voice was filled with tearing pain, and her gaze, like a sharp sword, swept over each of her brothers.
"What's left in your minds besides fighting and killing?! Open your witch eyes and see! See what's wrapped around your Divine Fiend True Body?"
She raised her hand and pointed, and a yellowish-brown divine light shone from her fingertip, illuminating the deep, viscous, almost tangible karmic black-red aura surrounding Zhurong, entwined with countless wailing resentments;
This reflects the foul, filthy, and corrosive karmic current Gonggong;
This reflects the equally heavy and suffocating Karma Shackles accumulated from endless killing on the bodies of other Ancestral Witch!
"Is this Indestructible Divine Body formed from the essence and blood of the Father God? No! This is Body of Destruction, soaked in karma and entangled in sin!"
Houtu's voice was mournful yet soaring, echoing in the vast and ancient temple, each word striking the hearts of all the Ancestral Witch like a heavy hammer.
"We are formed from the essence and blood of our Father God Pangu's Essence Blood, and we have received the grace of our Father God in Heaven-Opening. We are born to protect this Primordial Earth formed from the body of our Father God!"
But what have we done? For hundreds of thousands of years, besides endless fighting, Destruction, and plundering the lifeblood and resentment of living beings to nourish ourselves, have we, the Witch Clan... ever contributed even the slightest bit to the Primordial Wilderness world?
Did Heavenly Dao bestow upon you a Pure Light of Merit?!
She glanced around at her brothers, who were speechless at her questions, her eyes brimming with tears, but her voice remained crystal clear:
"Look at the demon race! Di Jun and Tai Yi established the Zhou Tian Star Dou, drawing on the Chaos Qi to nourish the Primordial Wilderness, filling it with Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth; Qing Huan comprehended the Eight Trigrams, organizing the order of all things in the world; now Kunpeng has created the Demon Script, making the inheritance orderly and opening up the ignorance!"
Heavenly Dao has bestowed boundless Merit time and again! The world created by the Father God has nourished us, yet we endlessly take and destroy!
Such behavior... How can we, the Ancestral Witch, stand at the Buzhou Mountain? How can we claim to be descendants of Pangu?
How can we face the Father God, the backbone that holds up heaven and earth— Buzhou Mountain?!
The last sentence was a tearful, heart-wrenching question.
The vast Pangu Temple fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
The churning malevolent energy solidified, the angry roars vanished, and only Houtu's heart-wrenching question echoed between the stone walls, like the distant sigh of the Father God Pangu.
The savage expressions on the faces of the Ancestral Witch froze. They subconsciously looked at their proud Divine Fiend True Body forms, symbols of power. The heavy karma wrapped around them, which they had long ignored and even regarded as the source of power, was exposed for the first time so clearly and so glaringly under the light of Houtu.
An unprecedented chill and a faint sense of shame crept into my heart.
Ancestor Witch Dijiang, sat in the main seat, the Space Law flowing silently around him, forming a deep vortex.
Without a primordial spirit, he could not perceive the cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao Karma as clearly as Houtu. However, Houtu's words, each one filled with blood, shook Di Jiang's primordial spirit, and his spiritual platform instantly opened up to a state of clarity.
Looking around, Gou Mang's face was solemn, Jiu Feng's eyes were filled with unconcealed worry, and his younger sister Houtu, who shared the same blood, had an even heavier weight locked between her brows.
The burning fighting spirit in Di Jiang's heart seemed to be doused with a ladle of ice water, hissing and rising with a bone-chilling cold.
He realized with a heavy heart that if this endless slaughter were allowed to sweep across the Primordial Wilderness, apart from his little sister, Gou Mang, Jiu Feng, who were still conscious, the world would be in ruins.
I fear... I fear even the Father God, who hangs high in the Above the Nine Heavens and created all things, will be utterly disappointed and even abandon this bloodthirsty and insane Witch Clan!
Pangu Hall, enormous torches flickered with a dim light, projecting the massive figures of the Ancestral Witch onto the cold stone walls, where they twisted and swayed.
Di Jiang took a deep breath, the heavy aura seeming to pull on the entire Buzhou Mountain Range.
He spoke slowly, his voice low yet carrying an undeniable resolve, breaking the almost frozen silence:
"Alright, little sister."
Di Jiang's gaze fell upon Houtu, carrying a hint of weariness and helplessness, which ultimately settled into a steadfast resolve.
"What you said is entirely reasonable and for the long-term benefit of our people; it is absolutely correct."
He abruptly raised his head, his eyes suddenly flashing with two beams of light that seemed to tear through the chaos. His battle intent, though tempered, was even purer and more ferocious. His voice suddenly rose, booming like thunder throughout the palace:
"However! This battle is unavoidable; there is no other way!"
Taking a step forward, an invisible aura of authority spread out like a tangible pressure:
"If we prevail! From this day forward, the Universe will be turned upside down, and the sun and moon will shine again! The Witch Clan will become the sole protagonist of heaven and earth, wielding power over the universe, and all living beings will bow down in submission!"
At that time, why worry about being burdened by karma? The Luck heaven and earth is in my hands!
His tone suddenly shifted, Di Jiang's eyes became like stars that had burned out, revealing a desolate and serene acceptance of life and death:
"If we lose... ah, if we lose..."
Looking around at his brothers, a bittersweet smile appeared on his lips.
"Then Sacrifice oneself for the Dao, stain the Primordial Wilderness with my blood, and return this indestructible body bestowed by the Father God, and this body of Pangu's Essence Blood, to heaven and earth!"
With this crippled body, we kowtow to thank our Father God for His grace in Creation! This is the last vestige of dignity and responsibility for our Witch Clan!
Di Jiang's voice echoed in the empty hall, each word like a totem forged with divine blood, imprinted on the cold air.
Qiang Liang's clenched fists bulged with veins, and lightning flashed between his fingers;
The aura of death surged around She Bi Shi, yet it carried a strange fervor.
Gonggong remained silent as a mountain, his eyes seemingly surging with towering waves; Xuan Ming was surrounded by a chilling aura that condensed into ice crystals.
In Zhu Jiuyin's closed eyes, the river of time seemed to flow rapidly... More than ten Ancestral Witch, some ferocious, some silent, some fanatical, some murderous, finally all nodded their heads heavily and forcefully in unison.
That silent response converged into a torrent of will that shook the Primordial Wilderness, drowning out the deeper sorrow in Houtu's eyes.
Deep within the Pangu Hall, the faint, almost imperceptible imprint of the Father God's will seemed to sway slightly.