This Seat's Heavenly Court wants it. Who agrees? Who opposes?

Mount Buzhou.

It was the heavenly pillar that supported the entire Primordial Continent's operation.

Back when Father God Pangu split Heaven and Earth, though the turbid and clear qi had separated, there was still a lack of something to anchor them. Thus, Pangu used his own spine to transform into this Archaic Divine Mountain that sustained the entire cosmos.

Its vastness defied words; even a galaxy before this mountain was as insignificant as a speck of dust. To borrow a Buddhist saying, every grain of sand or dust within Mount Buzhou might contain a Sumeru, a small world hidden within.

In itself, it was a top-tier Middle Thousand World, even worthy of being called a Great Thousand World!

Its oppressive might, though countless Yuanji had passed, remained terrifyingly immense. Even a Quasi-Saint at the peak could barely resist, and even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin had to yield. It was truly the Primordial World's foremost divine mountain, concealing countless opportunities.

In one region of Mount Buzhou, boundless Chaos Qi swirled and condensed, subtly evolving Earth, Wind, Water, Fire and opening up small cosmic realms. The area ahead was covered in layers of divine rune prohibitions, and from time to time, streaks of Great Dao Runes flashed by before vanishing into the void.

Waves of spatial force surged and intertwined as Nuwa and a host of Heavenly Court high-ranking officials or experts all descended.

"This is the place. The Innate Grand Formation hasn't dispersed yet. Judging by its changes, it shouldn't take much longer. Let's wait a bit."

Fuxi glanced at the hazy region surrounded by countless divine rune prohibitions, made a brief deduction, and spoke.

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

The others nodded slightly.

"Honored ones, when people arrive later, should we activate the formation directly and drive them away, or—" Gui Che asked.

"No need. Wait until the Innate Gourd Vine fully emerges, then intimidate the various factions and drive them off. Driving them away too early might cause complications and errors. This matter is of great importance; there can be no mistakes. If we act too soon and they refuse to give up, calling their friends, it will only bring trouble."

Nuwa's voice was clear and cold, spoken calmly.

Taiyi and Fuxi said nothing but were in complete agreement.

"Understood."

Gui Che nodded and asked no more.

The group closed their eyes, resting and quietly adjusting their states.

Soon, waves of spatial fluctuations arrived. The group sensed them and immediately opened their eyes.

The leader was a man with a child's face and an old man's hair, like a transcendent sage, his expression indifferent as if without joy or sorrow. Another had the appearance of a middle-aged man with a dignified bearing. A third had sword-like brows and star-like eyes, exuding a sharp sword intent.

Besides these three, there was a young man in a red Daoist robe and an old man in a green Daoist robe.

Taiqing, Shangqing, Yuqing, Hong Yun, and Zhen Yuanzi had arrived!

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

The earth trembled with rolling thunder, deafening as heavenly drums. Twelve giants, billions upon billions of zhang tall, strode from afar, shrinking with each step until they stood before the crowd at a mere zhang in height.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had arrived!

"All of you come to our Mount Buzhou without asking us, the masters of this mountain—what's the meaning of this?" Zhu Rong grinned, sweeping his gaze across.

"Since when did Mount Buzhou belong to you Twelve Ancestral Witches?" Zhen Yuanzi raised an eyebrow.

"We are Father God's blood descendants. Mount Buzhou was formed from Father God's spine. We are rightfully its masters!" Zhu Rong declared with righteous confidence.

"We are also transformed from Father God's Primordial Spirit, yet we never go around boasting about being Father God's descendants. Where do you get the nerve?" Shangqing scoffed.

"After all, your clan isn't like you Three Pure Ones, so cold and heartless that you've even forgotten who your Father God is," Gonggong said with sarcasm.

"You!" Shangqing grew angry.

"Enough. What's there to argue about? None of you are fools. Such low-level probing and provocation are unnecessary. Since we've all come, there will certainly be a share for each of us. Or do you Twelve Ancestral Witches think you can take on all of us combined?" Taiqing said calmly.

"Our clan never intended to monopolize it. But this Heavenly Court sure puts on a show, bringing so many ants along?" Di Jiang sneered, his gaze flicking toward Nuwa and the others, looking at the Ten Heavenly Sages and over three million Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, his mouth twitching.

If you'd brought three million Quasi-Saints, we'd kneel immediately. Even three million Great Luo Golden Immortals would earn some respect. But most of these are Mystic Immortals, barely any Golden Immortals. What are you bringing them for—cannon fodder or just to show off?

"The Heavenly Court certainly knows how to make an entrance. Bringing so many for a treasure hunt? Or do you intend to hog it all?" Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and spoke.

The others said nothing, but their expressions varied, all tinged with amusement.

What, does the Heavenly Court think it can use these ants to monopolize the treasure?

Or are you just putting on a show?

Whatever the reason, this had to be a joke, right?

Fuxi, standing on the Heavenly Court's side, surprised the Primordial Great Powers, but they weren't too shocked—since his sister had already joined the Heavenly Court, it was only natural for the brother to follow suit.

"We do as we please. What business is it of yours?"

Taiyi said flatly.

Just wait—soon they'd show them what real power meant!

"Heh."

"Heh."

"Heh."

One by one, the Primordial Great Powers let out soft laughs, then couldn't be bothered to trade words or waste breath. They all closed their eyes to compose themselves.

Bickering here was pointless; it wouldn't reveal anything. Better to conserve their strength and wait for the treasure to emerge. When that happened, a great battle was sure to follow—why waste effort now?

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, several months went by.

The Innate Grand Formation before the assembled Primordial Great Powers suddenly erupted with wave after wave of fierce, overwhelming suction.

In an instant, all the Innate Spiritual Qi within countless trillions of kilometers surged in madly. From afar, Mount Buzhou looked as if a massive vortex had formed in the sky above it.

Even the Primordial Great Powers not present at Mount Buzhou sensed it faintly, opening their eyes one after another to gaze in that direction.

In that moment, every Primordial Great Power on the scene snapped their eyes open, staring at the Innate Grand Formation, where cracks had begun to appear.

"The treasure is about to emerge!"

Shangqing declared, his gaze sharp and his voice firm.

"Everyone, the Twelve Ancestral Witches outnumber us, and each has already reached the Quasi-Saint realm. If they try to monopolize the treasure, none of us can stand against them alone. To claim a share, we must join forces."

Hong Yun spoke with resolute strength.

"Naturally."

Taiqing stroked his beard and nodded.

"Rest assured, our clan is not foolish enough to be so greedy. Hm? Taiyi, what are you doing?"

Di Jiang, leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and chieftain of the Witch Clan, was speaking calmly when he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, his expression shifting as he looked toward the front of the Innate Grand Formation.

Not just Di Jiang—every single Great Power's gaze followed.

"Everyone, the Heavenly Court claims this treasure. Please take your leave."

The Heavenly Court's experts and Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, who had already gathered before the Innate Grand Formation to seal off the area completely, paused in their movements. Taiyi flipped his palm, and the Chaos Bell appeared. Feeling the weight of countless stares fixed on them, he grinned.

This treasure belongs to the Heavenly Court!

Who agrees? Who objects?