At the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
The primeval wilderness of old had long since vanished, replaced by magnificent stone halls rising from the ground. Countless strong-bodied Wu Clan warriors trained within them, roaring as their baleful aura soared into the sky and stirred the winds and clouds.
The entire region of Buzhou Mountain had now become the domain of the Wu Clan.
Su Ming brought the Six-Eared Macaque with him. With one step, he descended here from the valley.
The Six-Eared Macaque gazed at the vast territory before him, filled with the beauty of primitiveness and strength. Feeling the surging vital energy soaring into the heavens, his six ears began to tremble uncontrollably.
He heard the powerful beating of every Wu Clan warrior's heart.
The thunderous roar of their blood surging like rivers converged, condensing into a terrifying force capable of shaking heaven and earth!
This is Master's tribe?
They're incredibly powerful!
Before he could recover from his shock, twelve towering figures had already emerged from Pangu Hall, the most ancient and magnificent building at the very center.
They took on various forms. Some had human bodies and dragon heads, some bore bone spurs, some controlled wind and thunder, and some stood upon fire dragons... The aura radiating from each of them was enough to make a Grand Unity Golden Immortal tremble!
They were none other than the Twelve Ancestral Magi of the Wu Clan!
Dijiang, the leading Ancestral Wu of Space, saw Su Ming and revealed heartfelt joy and reverence. He led his brothers forward to greet him.
"Welcome back, Great Venerable!"
The Twelve Ancestral Magi bowed in unison. Their voices rolled like thunder, shaking the entire earth into a hum.
Behind them, countless Wu Clan warriors also sensed that incomparably familiar aura. They put down everything in their hands, knelt on one knee toward Su Ming, pounded their chests, and unleashed a roar like mountains collapsing and seas surging.
"Welcome back, Great Venerable!"
"Welcome back, Great Venerable!"
The Six-Eared Macaque was frightened by this earth-shaking display, his heart pounding wildly. He instinctively glanced at Su Ming beside him.
His Master still wore that same calm and indifferent expression, as though the sight before him—enough to make any living being bow its head in submission—was nothing more than an ordinary landscape.
"Rise."
Su Ming spoke lightly. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every member of the Wu Clan.
"Thank you, Great Venerable!"
The Wu Clan members rose and looked at Su Ming with fervent adoration.
"Great Venerable!" Dijiang stepped forward, unable to hide his excitement. "During the time you were away, we followed your instructions and led our people to completely control the territory spanning billions of li around Buzhou Mountain! Every demonic beast and evil spirit that dared to provoke us has become food for our Wu Clan warriors!"
"Excellent!" Zhurong, who had the most explosive temper, spoke in a deep, booming voice. "Now, throughout the Primordial World Great Earth, who doesn't know the name of our Wu Clan? Wonderful! Wonderful!"
Pride filled the faces of the Ancestral Magi.
In their eyes, such achievements were enough to comfort the spirit of Father God Pangu in heaven.
However, after hearing this, Su Ming merely shook his head lightly.
"It's not enough."
"Far from enough."
As soon as he said this, the area before Pangu Hall fell silent.
The smiles on the Twelve Ancestral Magi's faces froze.
Not enough?
They had already seized control of the core region of the Primordial World Great Earth. Yet Great Venerable said it was far from enough?
Even Dijiang, the most composed among them, showed a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"Great Venerable, what do you mean...?"
"We don't have much time left." Su Ming's gaze swept over the Twelve Ancestral Magi, his expression more solemn than ever before.
The Ancestral Magi's hearts tightened.
They had never seen Su Ming show such an expression.
As the wise one among the Wu Clan and the Ancestral Wu who controlled the weather, Shebishi slightly furrowed his brows. He keenly sensed that there was more to Su Ming's words.
"Great Venerable, did something happen?"
Su Ming did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned and walked toward Pangu Hall.
"Come inside."
"Six-Ears, you come too."
"Yes, Master." The Six-Eared Macaque obediently answered and followed closely behind Su Ming.
The Twelve Ancestral Magi exchanged glances, suppressed the doubts in their hearts, and followed inside with heavy steps.
Inside the magnificent Pangu Hall, profound patterns were carved into the twelve stone pillars supporting the heavens. At the center, the constantly beating Heart of Pangu radiated a rhythm that made every member of the Wu Clan feel an instinctive sense of intimacy.
Su Ming walked to the center of the hall and waved his hand, setting up a restriction that completely isolated Pangu Hall from the outside world.
Only after finishing all this did he slowly turn around and look at the twelve Ancestral Magi, each wearing a different expression.
"What I'm about to say concerns the survival of our Wu Clan. It also concerns a shocking secret."
The Ancestral Magi's expressions instantly became incomparably solemn.
"On Buzhou Mountain, I met Father God."
Su Ming's first words were like a Chaos Divine Thunder exploding in the minds of the Twelve Ancestral Magi!
"What?!"
"Father God?!"
"Great Venerable! Are you telling the truth?!"
Even with the Ancestral Magi's hearts of solid rock, they completely lost their composure at this moment.
Father God Pangu!
He was the supreme existence who had created them and this heaven and earth! He was the source of their bloodline and the destination of their faith!
Since gaining consciousness, they had constantly yearned for the greatness of Father God, yet they had never imagined that one day they would actually hear news about him!
Dijiang's body trembled slightly, and the Law of Space around him fell into disarray.
The Divine Fire in Zhurong's eyes throbbed violently, almost bursting forth.
Two trails of tears had already appeared on Houtu's face, filled with endless longing and excitement.
"Father God... Is the old Father God still alive?" Her voice trembled as she asked the question all the Ancestral Magi most wanted answered.
Looking at their excited expressions, Su Ming sighed inwardly and slowly revealed the cruel truth.
"What I saw was only a wisp of Remnant God that Father God left behind atop Buzhou Mountain."
"He... had already fallen."
The atmosphere inside the hall instantly plummeted from the peak of wild joy to the bottom of sorrow.
The light in the Ancestral Magi's eyes dimmed, and immense grief enveloped the entire hall.
"Father God split the heavens and earth, exhausting his strength and dying. We... we already knew that..." Qiangliang's voice was hoarse and filled with grief.
"No."
Su Ming shook his head, his voice cold as a frigid wind from the Netherworld as he spoke each word.
"Father God did not die from exhaustion."
"He was ambushed!"
"Boom—!"
If his earlier words had been divine thunder, then this sentence was a doomsday heavenly punishment capable of destroying the world!
The Twelve Ancestral Magi instantly froze where they stood, their minds turning blank.
Father God... had been ambushed?
How was that possible?
What kind of magnificent existence was Father God? He split the heavens and earth and transformed into all things. Who could have ambushed him? And who would dare to ambush him?
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