We Ancestral Witches, Father God, Give Us Money

Buzhou Mountain.

The first divine mountain of the Primordial Era, formed from Pangu's spine, propping up the heavens and anchoring the earth, towering and majestic.

The higher one climbed, the more terrifying the pressure left by Pangu became, the denser Pangu's Will grew.

Zhou Ming led Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming, and Houtu, step by step, ascending the mountain.

As he walked, Zhou Ming muttered inwardly: "Cry Mountain... this move, if it were modern times, it'd make headlines, right? 'Shock! Top Primordial Powerhouses Form a Group to Fake-Cry at Their Ancestor,' 'Ancestral Witches Wail for Treasures Online'..." The corner of his mouth twitched, but he kept a solemn expression on his face.

The pressure here was completely different from the gentle aura near Pangu Hall at the mountain's base. Here, the pressure was tangible, each step like carrying a small mountain on one's back.

The higher they went, the clearer and heavier that will's pressure became, as solid as substance.

Finally, on a relatively flat stretch of mountainside, Zhou Ming stopped: "Right here!"

He turned around, looking at his four younger siblings—faces full of bewilderment, or rather, reluctance—his expression stern, but his eyes carrying a hint of encouragement.

"Are you all ready? Remember, give it your real skill! For the Witch Clan." With that, before they could react, Zhou Ming dropped to his knees with a thud, clean and decisive!

His movements were so precise, his expression so sorrowful, as if he'd rehearsed it countless times.

"Father God..."

A heart-wrenching cry, laced with sobs, rang through the skies!

"Father God—I miss you so much—!"

The voice echoed across the silent peak, filled with endless grievance and longing.

Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming, and Houtu were all stunned by Zhou Ming's sudden outburst.

Big Brother... he... he actually cried, and so... invested.

Zhou Ming paid them no mind, continuing his tearful lament:

"Back then, in the chaos, I was ignorant and naive, swept along by the system. It was your keen eyes that saw through it all, rescued me, and granted me a new life."

"When you split heaven and earth in the chaos, what majesty that was! You settled the earth, wind, water, and fire, and evolved the myriad phenomena of the Primordial Era! I thought I could stay by your side forever, listen to your teachings, and learn your heaven-propping, earth-anchoring skills..."

"You treated me with such great kindness, like a father to a son! But when I awoke, you were already gone..."

"Wuwuwu... You left me alone in this empty Pangu Hall, having to raise these twelve clueless younger siblings..."

At the emotional peak, Zhou Ming secretly shot a glance at Houtu and Xuanming, signaling: Cry! Hurry up! The mood's set!

Xuanming and Houtu exchanged a look, their pretty faces flushing with embarrassment.

Cry? In front of Father God's will? This... it's too hard for a witch!

But seeing their big brother crying so earnestly, so "genuinely," they gritted their teeth and stomped their feet.

For the Witch Clan!

Houtu, the kindest at heart, watched her brother weep so sorrowfully and thought of the Witch Clan's difficult future. Her eyes reddened, and big teardrops rolled down her cheeks. Her voice choked: "Father God... we... we're really struggling..."

Xuanming was awkward at first, but seeing Zhou Ming and Houtu both crying, and getting a glare from Zhou Ming that screamed "cry or I'll beat you," she steeled herself and mustered up the emotion.

She thought of what her brother had said—the Witch Clan had no treasures, no backing, and might be bullied by the Demon Race in the future, schemed against by saints. The more she thought, the more wronged she felt, and with a wail, she burst into tears: "Father God... wuwuwu... you just left like this... what are we supposed to do..."

Now Zhurong and Gonggong were completely dumbfounded.

Even the usually calm and steady Xuanming had cried.

The cries of the two Ancestral Witches, though not as "professional" as Zhou Ming's, carried some genuine emotion, instantly making the atmosphere much more sorrowful.

Seeing this, Zhou Ming thought to himself: "These kids can be taught!" Then he cried even harder, enough to shake heaven and earth.

"Father God! Look at these children of yours! I've worked so hard to raise them, and they've all taken form, even gained Primordial Spirits. But what about the future?"

"Look at Zhurong! He's nothing but a brainless hothead! Stubborn and hard-headed, throwing fists at the slightest disagreement—he'll definitely be schemed to death someday!"

Zhurong: "..."

Even though Big Brother was crying, those words didn't sit right.

"And Gonggong, that mule is even more hopeless. Single-minded! Stuck in his ways—he'll end up smashing his head against this Buzhou Mountain of yours, dying with his soul scattered!"

Gonggong: "..."

Big Brother, no need to curse me like that.

"And little sister Houtu, the kindest of all, most like you. But in the future... for the sake of all beings in the Primordial Era, she'll even lose herself... wuwuwu..."

Houtu was already crying, and hearing this, her grief deepened. She wept like rain on pear blossoms: "Wuwuwu... Father God..."

"This great Witch Clan, your bloodline and legacy, will end up dead and scattered, unable even to preserve its heritage. Father God, can you bear it? If your spirit in heaven has mercy, take pity on us and grant us some treasures to protect ourselves."

Driven by Zhou Ming's lead, Zhurong and Gonggong couldn't hold back either.

Though they were simple-minded, they knew their brother spoke of the Witch Clan's future. Thinking of that bleak scene and feeling the lingering will of Father God, a surge of immense grief and anger welled up.

"Waaah—Father God!" Zhurong howled at the top of his lungs, his voice shaking the wilderness.

"Father God—it's unjust—!" Gonggong joined in, wailing and beating his chest.

In an instant, atop Buzhou Mountain, cries shook the heavens.

Seeing the timing was right, Zhou Ming seized the moment and began testing the waters with a price:

"Father God, I think that twenty-four-petal Green Lotus of Creation is pretty good. It's an Innate Supreme Treasure, top-notch defense, high grade—perfect for us thick-skinned kids to protect ourselves! Why don't you just give it to us?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a thought resounded directly in Zhou Ming's mind from the void:

"The Green Lotus of Creation is bound by Destiny and belongs to the Three Pure Ones." Simple, direct, no room for negotiation.

"What?!" Zhou Ming shot to his feet, wiped away a tear, and stomped angrily. "Father God! You're way too biased!"

"The Three Pure Ones are transformed from your Primordial Spirit, but we're transformed from your blood essence too. Both sides are your flesh and blood—how can you play favorites like this? Boohoo... we're so pitiful... no one loves us, no one cares..."

Zhurong and Gonggong, hearing that the good stuff wasn't for them, joined in the outcry: "Father God's biased, unfair."

Houtu and Xuanming sniffled too, their faces full of grievance as they continued to sob softly, their eyes brimming with accusations against the "favoritism of the parent."

Zhou Ming, the drama king once again, cried even harder than before.

"If... if the twenty-four-petal Green Lotus of Creation won't work... then give us something else!"

Zhou Ming's eyes darted around as he kept wailing.

"Your Jade Tablet of Creation—didn't it shatter? Just toss us three or five fragments so we can ponder the Great Dao and boost our strength a bit."

"Or the Chaos Pearl would do too. I heard it can form its own chaos and evolve a world. Perfect for us Witch Clan to have a backup plan—if we can't make it in the Primordial Wilderness, we'll have somewhere to hole up."

"And also! Father God, you were so fierce back then, taking down three thousand Chaos Demon Gods. What about their treasures? Chaos Spiritual Treasures, Chaos Supreme Treasures—just pick a few for us to defend ourselves, we're not picky."

"If that's too much, the Pure World White Lotus works too. I heard it's top-notch at purifying Sha Qi, which would definitely benefit us Witch Clan a ton."

Zhou Ming rattled off every top-tier ownerless treasure he could think of in one breath, putting on a show of "if you don't give me something, I'll cry myself to death right here."

Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming, and Houtu were all stunned speechless.

Big brother... you've got some nerve asking for that stuff? Those are legendary Innate Supreme Treasures, Chaos Supreme Treasures.

Maybe it was because Zhou Ming and the others cried so pitifully, or maybe Pangu really had left a contingency plan, or perhaps it was just Father God's instinctive favor toward his bloodline descendants.

Suddenly, a stream of information flooded into Zhou Ming's mind!

"Above this place, at ten thousand zhang, lies a Fragment of the Jade Tablet of Creation."

"The Pure World White Lotus is located beyond the Eastern Sea, on one of the Three Immortal Islands, Fangzhang or Yingzhou, and can only be found with the Earth Book."

Zhou Ming's eyes lit up.

A Fragment of the Jade Tablet of Creation—even just one piece—was a treasure beyond imagination, recording the three thousand Great Daos!

The Pure World White Lotus! One of the four great lotus thrones, hidden on Fangzhang or Yingzhou, requiring the Earth Book to locate. No wonder no one in the Primordial Wilderness had ever obtained it—Fangzhang and Yingzhou had never been found by anyone. Now, at last, there was a clue!

"Thank you, Father God! You really do love us the most!" Zhou Ming's face changed instantly, tear streaks still there, but his smile was blindingly bright.

The other four Ancestral Witches, though they hadn't directly received the message, sensed that their big brother had gotten something huge. They stopped crying and stared at Zhou Ming curiously.

Zhou Ming, having gotten a bargain, wanted to push his luck. His eyes darted again as he tested the waters: "Father God, is there... anything else? Like, when you chopped down those three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, did you leave behind any Chaos Spiritual Treasures or Chaos Supreme Treasures?"

"Since you have already condensed your Primordial Spirits, you may now open the inheritance mark I left deep within your bloodline. Go."

With that, the will that had been communicating with Zhou Ming slowly faded, leaving only the vast pressure still shrouding the mountain peak.

Inheritance mark? The legacy Pangu left for the Ancestral Witches?

Zhou Ming froze for a moment, then an even brighter light burst from his eyes!

This was the real jackpot. Treasures were important, but one's own strength and potential were the foundation.

The inheritance left by the Great God Pangu was absolutely extraordinary.

"Alright, stop crying." Zhou Ming wiped his tears, stood up, and patted Houtu and Xuanming, who were still sobbing.

Zhurong and Gonggong also stopped their howling and looked at him blankly.

"Big brother, how'd it go? Did Father God... give us something good?" Zhurong asked in a muffled voice, two clear tear tracks still on his face, even if they were just from fake crying.

"More than just good. Come on, let's go get that Fragment of the Jade Tablet of Creation first." Zhou Ming's spirits soared as he called to the four still-dazed Ancestral Witches, heading toward the direction Father God's will had pointed out.