As People's Hearts Disperse, the Team Becomes Hard to Lead

Time passed, Three Clans had completely occupied the south, while the southern fortunes had all gone to the Purple Mansion.

Donghua, located in the east, sensed the boundless fortune emanating from the horizon. He then summoned the Dragon Head Golden Staff and the Kongtong Seal to absorb the immeasurable fortune.

A colossal Qi Luck Golden Dragon, imbued with a touch of Purple Qi, coiled above the heavens, exuding unparalleled nobility. Its oppressive aura shook the east and eventually spread throughout the entire Primordial Wilderness.

Donghua absorbed the Dragon Head Golden Staff and the Kongtong Seal into his body, carefully savoring the power and sensing the changes within it.

He knew that his strength had improved again, and his cultivation of the Emperor Path had made a new breakthrough, but he didn't know what realm he was in now, or how strong he really was.

It might be Hun Yuan, or it might not be, or it might be even stronger!

All he knew was that as the fortune of his Purple Mansion Destiny and Fortune increased, his strength never stopped increasing.

Buzhou Mountain!

Inside the Pangu Hall, all eleven Ancestor Witch were seated. Even Houtu, who was in seclusion, was summoned here, which speaks volumes.

"Brothers, I have gathered you all here today to discuss how to deal with the Purple Mansion. Please feel free to share any good ideas you may have."

On the high platform, Dijiang looked at the other Ancestor Witch in the main hall. His face was full of energy, but a trace of fatigue could be seen in his eyes.

As Dijiang finished speaking, the hall fell silent. Even the usually warlike Zhu Rong did not utter any earth-shattering words this time, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

The silence of the crowd made Dijiang's heart sink to the bottom of the sea, feeling extremely cold.

At this moment, he seemed to understand Donghua's sinister intentions; the other party was gradually undermining the Witch Clan's will to fight to the death.

The Witch Clan's morale has plummeted since the Battle of the Purple Mansion, and now, with the end of the Southern War, it can be said that it has reached a low point.

He wasn't afraid that the Witch Clan couldn't defeat the Purple Mansion; what truly terrified him was that the Witch Clan had lost its fighting spirit and its will to fight to the death.

In the battle in the East, the West Queen Mother defeated Zhu Jiuyin; in the battle in the South, Donghua conquered Zhu Rong and his tribe with his own personality.

Dijiang knew these brothers wouldn't betray him, but not betraying them didn't mean they would fight to the death for Witch Court.

It's important to understand that the Witch Clan is the Witch Clan, and the Witch Court is the Witch Court. Although they are very similar, they are worlds apart, just like the Demon Clan and the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Court belongs to Di Jun and Taiyi, but the Demon Heavenly Court is not the same as the Demon Clan of these two individuals.

And the same goes for the Witch Court!

That's why he felt sad and heartbroken!

Seeing that no one spoke, Dijiang continued, "My idea is to consolidate our forces and relocate all our people and tribes to Buzhou Mountain. We only need to manage Mount Buzhou."

"With the advantage of the Dutian Great Formation and the terrain of Buzhou Mountain, even if Donghua had attained the Attain Hunyuan Dao, let alone if Attain Hunyuan Dao hadn't, what could he do to me!"

What do you brothers think?

After Dijiang finished speaking, he looked at his other brothers in the hall, wanting to hear what they had to say.

After a long silence, Gong Gong stood up and said, "Elder brother, we are currently lagging behind the Purple Mansion in overall strength, especially in high-end combat power. Therefore, withdrawing our troops to Mount Buzhou. I support you, elder brother."

"I support it too!"

"Support..."

With the eleven Ancestor Witch expressing their support, Dijiang finally smiled. No matter what, as long as the brothers were united, there was nothing to fear about any difficulty.

"Brothers, during this time I have been researching the Dutian Great Formation, and I have combined the array with Buzhou Mountain. We can use the remaining power of the Father God of Mount Buzhou to double the power of the Dutian Great Formation, so there is no need to fear Donghua."

"If he dares to raise an army to attack Mount Buzhou, he will surely witness the might of the Father God and never return."

At this point, Dijiang's eyes turned slightly sinister, and he said sharply, "As long as we survive this calamity, in the future, even without the great formation, what do we have to fear from Donghua!"

"Brothers, this is the new arrangement of the Dutian Great Formation. Please study it carefully after you go down."

"I will obey my elder brother's orders!"

As everyone left the Pangu Hall, Dijiang, standing on the high platform of the hall, appeared extremely dejected. He didn't know if what he had done was right or wrong, but he had no other choice. The Witch Court could not be destroyed, and the Witch Clan could not be defeated!

"Second brother, won't you try to persuade eldest brother? Buzhou Mountain is a matter of great importance to the Primordial World. If anything happens to it, our Witch Clan will be condemned to death. How can we bind Buzhou Mountain to the capital?"

"Our Witch Clan can lose, can be defeated, can even withdraw from the center of heaven and earth, but we must never do anything to destroy heaven and earth. This is the lifeblood of our Father God; how can we destroy it? If we do, how are we any different from beasts?"

Outside the main hall, Houtu pulled Zhu Jiuyin aside and spoke repeatedly, her tone turbulent, seemingly tinged with anger.

Zhu Jiuyin gave a bitter smile, then said, "Little sister, you haven't been to Buzhou Mountain for a long time. Perhaps you don't know how angry my elder brother is now. No amount of persuasion will work. He has completely fallen into the great calamity, his mind clouded by the calamity's energy, and he only wants to achieve the Emperor's Seat and Attain Hunyuan Dao."

Houtu was stunned upon hearing this; she never expected things to turn out this way.

"Then we can't just watch our elder brother make one mistake after another. Every time he uses the Heavenly Sword, it damages the heavens and earth. If he combines it with Buzhou Mountain, how will we be any different from the Innate Three Races of the past?"

"Once the Earth Vein are damaged, Buzhou Mountain will surely collapse. At that time, overwhelming karma will descend upon the Witch Clan. If that happens, the Witch Clan will never have a chance to rise again."

Zhu Jiuyin sighed and said helplessly, "Then you go and try. Anyway, I've already tried to persuade my elder brother, but it's no use!"

Houtu went straight into the main hall to persuade Dijiang to give up using Buzhou Mountain.

After a while, Houtu came out, looking dejected, clearly having failed.

"Let's go, let's set up the formation and leave. It's too late to stop it now. This is the calamity of our Witch Clan. How can such a great calamity be so easily overcome!"

Zhu Jiuyin smiled nonchalantly, as if he had already let go of everything.

Houtu said nothing, but simply looked up at the sky, seemingly lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Zhu Rong and the other Ancestor Witch had arrived at various mountain ranges of Buzhou Mountain and began to mobilize the Earth Vein's Turbid Qi and set up array flags.

As the array flags were continuously inserted into the mountain range, the immense power of the calamity between heaven and earth began to gather continuously, mixing with the turbid earth Turbid Qi. A vast power began to be gestated in Buzhou Mountain, waiting only for its birth.

After setting up the formation, everyone was about to return when Gong Gong approached Zhu Rong and asked in a deep voice, "Why didn't you speak up today? Aren't you always the most enthusiastic?"

Zhu Rong ignored Gong Gong, seemingly in a bad mood and not wanting to talk, and started to leave on her own.

But Gong Gong didn't give up and continued to chase after them, asking, "Third brother, what's wrong with you? Were you really frightened by the Purple Mansion after the battle at Heavenly Fire Mountain?"

Zhu Rong stopped and looked at Gong Gong, saying in a deep voice, "Fear? From the moment I, Zhu Rong, was born, I have never known what fear is!"

"If you're not afraid, then why have you been so quiet and reserved since you returned? Why have you stayed in the tribe instead of cultivating yourself, and instead just teaching the tribe's young men how to cultivate?"

Zhu Rong stood atop the mountain with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky, remaining silent for a long time.

"Fourth brother, do you think that when we Twelve Demon Gods first gathered, the first to rebel against the demon race and the Heavenly Court, it was because Di Jun and his Heavenly Court were unworthy to rule the Primordial Wilderness, or was it because of our ambitions?"

Gong Gong was startled; he hadn't expected Zhu Rong to ask such a question. After a moment's thought, he replied, based on his own situation:

"Both are true. Di Jun and his Heavenly Court are indeed unworthy to rule the world created by our Father God. It's also for our own ambitions. The Heavenly Emperor Position belongs to the demon race, so why shouldn't we, as the offspring of our Father God, sit on it?"

Zhu Rong sighed and said, "Yes, back then we feared neither heaven nor earth, only revering our Father God. We looked down on the powerful Demon Race Heavenly Court. Later, we succeeded, driving the demon race out of the Primordial Land and establishing our own Witch Clan and Witch Court."

"But upon closer reflection, what have we brought to this land during our reign over the Primordial Land? What have we brought to all living beings? Have we been qualified rulers?"

Zhu Rong's three questions lingered in Gong Gong's mind, refusing to dissipate for a long time. He had never considered these questions before, yet the answers were clearly visible.

"Third brother, what exactly do you want to say? There's no need for us to beat around the bush. Just say what you have to say."

Zhu Rong thought for a moment and said, "I can't think of a reason to rebel against Donghua and Purple Mansion. If I had to give one, it would be for my own ambition, for the Emperor's Seat, and for the sake of destiny."

Gong Gong asked in confusion, "But isn't this exactly what we're pursuing?"

Zhu Rong shook his head and said, "You're right and wrong. What we're pursuing is indeed these things, which, to put it bluntly, is power. But this power is closely related to the Primordial World and all living things. We've brought nothing to this world, so why should we be entitled to this power?"

"The path of the emperor is different from other great paths. Can our Witch Clan truly govern the Primordial Wilderness well? Can we truly treat the Witch Clan and Myriad Races of the Primordial World equally?"

"Even the demons Di Jun and Taiyi have a few close friends, but who among us Ancestor Witch, besides my little sister who has Immortal Dao friends, do we have any? You must know that the Immortal Dao path is now prevalent in the world, so how are we supposed to rule the world?"

"If we rely solely on force to suppress the world, we can only achieve it temporarily, not forever. You must know that Nuwa has already attained Attain Sainthood, so how far behind will Donghua, the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin and Zhunti be?"

"The future Primordial Wilderness world will belong to Saint; how could we possibly suppress it with force!"

Upon hearing these words, Gong Gong was beyond shocked. He simply couldn't believe that Zhu Rong had said them; it was utterly unbelievable.

"So what exactly does Third Brother mean?"

Zhu Rong laughed heartily and said, "I didn't mean anything by it. I, Zhu Rong, am the ancestral witch of the Witch Court. I am willing to fight to the death for the Witch Court and will never back down!"

"I just think Donghua is a better Heavenly Emperor; he's more suitable than any of us!"

Upon hearing this, Gong Gong asked no further questions. The two stood on the mountaintop, each lost in their own thoughts.

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