Return to the Wu Clan Tribe

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

The former wilderness was nowhere to be seen, replaced by towering stone halls rising from the ground, where countless robust Wu Clan warriors trained and roared, their Sha Qi surging into the sky, stirring the winds and clouds.

Nowadays, the entire Buzhou Mountain region had become the domain of the Wu Clan.

Su Ming, accompanied by the Six-Eared Macaque, took a single step and descended from the valley to this place.

The Six-Eared Macaque gazed at the vast territory before him, brimming with raw, primal beauty and strength, feeling the towering waves of vigorous blood energy, his six ears trembling uncontrollably.

He heard the powerful heartbeat of every Wu Clan warrior.

The thunderous roar of their blood flowing like rivers, converging into a terrifying force capable of shaking heaven and earth!

Was this his master's tribe?

Too strong!

Before he could recover from the shock, twelve towering figures emerged from the most ancient and majestic hall at the center—Pangu Hall.

They were varied in form: some with human bodies and dragon heads, others covered in bone spikes, some commanding wind and thunder, others treading on fire dragons... The aura emanating from each was enough to make a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal tremble!

These were the Twelve Ancestral Magi of the Wu Clan!

At the lead, Dijiang, the Ancestral Magus of Space, spotted Su Ming's figure, his face lighting up with genuine joy and reverence. He led his brothers in a swift approach.

"We welcome the Great Venerable's return!"

The Twelve Ancestral Magi bowed in unison, their voices rolling like thunder, shaking the entire earth into a hum.

Behind them, countless Wu Clan warriors also sensed the familiar aura, dropping everything they were doing, kneeling on one knee toward Su Ming, pounding their chests, and unleashing a roaring tide like mountains and oceans.

"We welcome the Great Venerable!"

"We welcome the Great Venerable!"

The Six-Eared Macaque's heart pounded wildly from the earth-shattering momentum. He glanced instinctively at Su Ming beside him.

His master remained calm and composed, as if this scene—enough to make any being bow in submission—was merely an ordinary sight to him.

"Rise."

Su Ming spoke lightly, his voice soft yet clearly reaching every Wu clansman's ears.

"Thank you, Great Venerable!"

The warriors rose, their eyes fixed on Su Ming with fervent adoration.

"Great Venerable!" Dijiang stepped forward, barely containing his excitement. "During your absence, following your orders, we led the tribe and have taken full control of the territory spanning billions of li around Buzhou Mountain! All beasts and evil spirits that dared to provoke us have become blood meals for our Wu Clan warriors!"

"Indeed!" Zhurong, the most hot-tempered of them, rumbled, "Now in the Primordial World Great Earth, who doesn't know the name of our Wu Clan! What a thrill! What a thrill!"

The Ancestral Magi wore proud expressions.

In their eyes, such achievements were enough to honor Father God Pangu's spirit above.

Yet, after hearing this, Su Ming simply shook his head gently.

"Not enough."

"Far from enough."

At these words, silence fell instantly before Pangu Hall.

The smiles on the Twelve Ancestral Magi's faces froze.

Not enough?

They had already seized the core region of the Primordial World Great Earth, and the Great Venerable said it was far from enough?

Even the most composed Dijiang showed a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

"Great Venerable, what do you mean..."

"Our time is running short." 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 wear such a look.

Shebishi, the Ancestral Magus of Weather and the strategist of the Wu Clan, furrowed his brow, keenly sensing that Su Ming's words carried deeper meaning.

"Great Venerable, has something happened?"

Su Ming did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned and walked toward Pangu Hall.

"Come inside, all of you."

"Six-Ears, you follow as well."

"Yes, Master." The Six-Eared Macaque responded obediently, sticking close behind Su Ming.

The Twelve Ancestral Magi exchanged glances, suppressing their doubts, and followed with heavy steps into the hall.

Inside the grand Pangu Hall, twelve towering stone pillars were carved with mysterious patterns. At the center, the ever-beating Heart of Pangu pulsed with a rhythm that felt familiar to every Wu clansman.

Su Ming walked to the middle of the hall, raised a hand to set up a barrier, sealing Pangu Hall completely from the outside world.

Only after finishing did he slowly turn to face the Twelve Ancestral Magi, each wearing a different expression.

"The words I am about to speak concern the life and death of our Wu Clan, and an earth-shattering secret."

The expressions of the Ancestral Magi instantly turned incomparably grave.

"On Buzhou Mountain, I saw Father God."

Su Ming's first sentence struck like a Chaos Divine Thunder, detonating within the minds of the twelve Ancestral Magi.

"What?!"

"Father God?!"

"Great Venerable! Are you speaking the truth?!"

Even with the Ancestral Magi's rock-solid hearts, they completely lost their composure at this moment.

Father God Pangu!

That was the supreme existence who created them, who created this heaven and earth! The source of their bloodline, the destination of their faith!

Since the dawn of their consciousness, they had never ceased to revere Father God's greatness, yet they had never imagined that one day they would hear news of him!

Dijiang's body trembled faintly, the Law of Space churning chaotically around him.

The Divine Fire in Zhurong's eyes leaped violently, nearly bursting forth.

On Houtu's face, two streams of clear tears had already fallen, filled with boundless longing and agitation.

"Father God... is Father God still alive?" Her voice trembled as she asked the question all Ancestral Magi most wished to know.

Su Ming looked at their excited forms, sighed inwardly, and slowly spoke the cruel truth.

"What I saw was merely a wisp of Remnant God left by Father God atop Buzhou Mountain Peak."

"He... fell long ago."

The atmosphere in the hall plummeted instantly from the peak of ecstasy to the depths of sorrow.

The light in the Ancestral Magi's eyes dimmed, and immense grief enveloped the entire hall.

"Father God split the sky and earth, dying from exhaustion—we... we have long known this..." Qiangliang's voice was hoarse, filled with anguish.

"No."

Su Ming shook his head, speaking each word with a coldness like the wind of the Nine Nether.

"Father God did not die from exhaustion."

"He was ambushed!"

"Boom—!"

If his earlier words were divine thunder, then this sentence was an apocalyptic heavenly punishment capable of destroying the world!

The twelve Ancestral Magi froze in place, their minds blank.

Father God... was ambushed?

How could this be!

What kind of majestic existence was Father God? He split the sky and earth, transformed his body into all things—who could ambush him? And who would dare to ambush him?