Changing Course for Mount Buzhou

Aside from making some people cheer, this also left certain factions uneasy, and many mighty figures hurried to the Land of Divine Grace to seek their opportunities.

Pangu's inheritance was simply too tempting.

When the Witch Clan first emerged, many living beings already knew of them, but most believed they were merely inheritors of Pangu's bloodline and not worth worrying about. Yet now, it seemed that the inheritance they had obtained went far beyond that.

At the edge of the far west, on Mount Guluo, the Buddhist holy land, waves of Buddhist chanting rang out. The profound sounds sank deep into people's hearts, while countless arhats and bodhisattvas recited sutras, their golden bodies growing ever more solid.

Inside the Buddhist hall, Jieyin sat cross-legged atop a twelve-petaled golden lotus, his expression solemn. A vast power of karma radiated from him.

At that moment, a figure appeared beside Jieyin. It was Daoist Zhunti.

"Amitabha Buddha! Greetings, senior brother!" Zhunti bowed.

"Amitabha Buddha. Junior brother, have you come because of the Witch Clan? We should not interfere in this matter. Master has already sent word that the Immeasurable Calamity is about to descend, and any matter could become the source of a great calamity. We should remain here on Mount Guluo and calmly discuss the Dao!" Jieyin said.

"What? Master has already sent word?" Zhunti asked in surprise. "Did he say that he forbade us from going out?"

"Not exactly. However, this Immeasurable Calamity is no small matter. No matter how powerful one is, they might still perish. Besides, we have yet to fully comprehend Master's Great Dao. Why covet the Witch Clan's inheritance?"

"Senior brother, that's Pangu's inheritance we're talking about! The only mighty being in Chaos who ever opened the heavens and split the earth. Look at the Witch Clan—they