Di Jiang sneered, radiating unshakable confidence. "Wouldn't it be better if more cultivators came to worship Father God?
Even Innate Gods who once dominated the Primordial Wilderness must bow beneath Father God's lingering might.
That is the sight our Wu Clan wishes to see!
Besides, not everyone can reach the summit, nor does everyone have the courage to pass through the outer tribes of our Wu Clan.
Since our Wu Clan entered the world, using Mount Buzhou as our foundation and contending for supremacy in the Primordial Wilderness, the cultivators who have dared come here to pay a visit could be counted on one hand."
The wind howled as Di Jiang's voice overwhelmed everything else.
"Everyone knows Mount Buzhou holds opportunities, but how many dare face the edge of us Twelve Ancestor Wizards?!
The Wu Clan loves battle, but we are not brutal. Everything we do is for our clan's survival and growth, not because we delight in slaughter.
The Wu Clan is the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu. We ought to rule the Primordial Wilderness;
In Heaven and Earth, the strong are honored. Those who submit live, while those who resist perish!
If the living beings of the Primordial Wilderness misunderstand our Wu Clan, it is only because we are too strong, too united!
You fear us. You tremble before us!"
Fuxi remained calm and gave no response.
He secretly shook his head. In his view, using one clan to suppress the Ten Thousand Clans was not the righteous path.
However, this was the Ancestor Wizards' territory. Fuxi had no intention of debating them, so he could only clasp his fists.
"Since Ancestor Wizard Di Jiang has agreed, then this poor Daoist will be so bold."
After wandering about for a while longer, Fuxi finally activated the formation and entered.
Di Jiang snorted coldly and vanished once more through the Space Laws.
Although the Twelve Ancestor Wizards were expanding outward, three Ancestor Wizards had always remained around Mount Buzhou to stand guard.
The guards rotated, and this time, it was Di Jiang, Ru Shou, and She Bi Shi's turn.
As an Ancestor Wizard who had taken form on Mount Buzhou and possessed an exceptionally powerful physical body,
Di Jiang had encountered Bei Ming's group halfway up the mountain and ascended alongside them. He naturally reached the summit faster.
By chance, he discovered that Bei Ming, whom his younger brother Ju Mang had praised so highly, had come to Mount Buzhou. It was the perfect opportunity to test him.
While they entered the Secret Realm, Di Jiang used the Wu Clan's unique method of communication to contact Ru Shou and She Bi Shi, telling them to come to Mount Buzhou Summit.
Back when the Twelve Ancestor Wizards had taken form, they had climbed Mount Buzhou Summit together to worship Father God Pangu.
By chance, they had entered the formation and obtained twelve Twelve Divine Fiends Banners, as well as the Twelve Divine Fiends Great Array.
Many years ago, the Three Pure Ones had arrived together and entered the formation as well. They divided the Twenty-Four Grade Fortune Green Lotus into three, each obtaining a Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure.
Over the long years, cultivators had also gradually reached the summit.
During his time guarding Mount Buzhou, Di Jiang had seen all of this and never stopped them.
Because some obtained treasures, while others returned empty-handed.
Even companions traveling together were not necessarily all able to enter the formation.
Since these were opportunities bestowed by Father God, the Ancestor Wizards, as His descendants, naturally would not interfere.
Meanwhile, within the Secret Realm,
Bei Ming only felt his vision blur. In the next instant, he found himself inside a dark and gloomy palace.
The palace had neither doors nor windows. Its four walls were thick Stone Walls, ancient and desolate, emanating an aura extremely similar to Mount Buzhou's.
Bei Ming instinctively looked back, only to see an unbroken stone wall behind him, as though there had never been an entrance or exit.
An ancient chandelier hung from the palace ceiling, its Lamp Wick burning with a cluster of dark gray flame.
Its glow was weak, bringing only a faint, dim radiance to the vast palace.
The flame swayed, casting eerie, chilling shadows that made the entire palace seem even more secluded and oppressive.
At the center of the palace, a simple ancient table stood in the place of honor.
The table's surface was spotless, without a speck of dust.
Above it floated a palm-sized Hourglass. It was crystal clear and quietly suspended in the air, yet it emitted mysterious Law fluctuations.
Bei Ming's expression turned grave. Staring at the Hourglass, he slowly stepped forward, cautious with every step.
His footsteps echoed through the empty hall.
However, before Bei Ming could reach the center of the palace, the Small Hourglass on the table suddenly trembled soundlessly, then flipped over by itself.
A profound fluctuation swept outward.
"Not good!"
Bei Ming's heart tightened. With a flick of his right hand, he brought out the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag.
The flag surface unfurled, raising an endless water curtain.
Yet the temporal fluctuations silently merged into the void, and the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag was forcibly withdrawn.
Bei Ming's figure was also dragged backward by force, returning to the palace entrance, as though everything that had happened before had never occurred.
Looking at the Hourglass floating silently before the table, Bei Ming's gaze darkened.
"Time Law..."
Watching the Small Hourglass return to normal, Bei Ming did not dare slack off. He brought out the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag again and walked forward.
As a result, when he reached the halfway point, the Small Hourglass flipped over once more.
The familiar fluctuations spread outward. Time reset, and Bei Ming was dragged back to the starting point again, while the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag was forcibly withdrawn.
Seeing this, Bei Ming became even more curious about that Small Hourglass.
His trip to Mount Buzhou had indeed not been in vain.
As one of the Innate Five Directions Flags, the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag possessed the ability to resist all techniques.
In theory, ordinary spells could not possibly interfere with the Five Directional Flags.
However, the Time Law was incomparably profound. When it involved such matters, it was hard to say.
The first time, perhaps he had reacted too slowly.
But the second time proved that the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag truly had not worked.
This time, Bei Ming brought out all his defensive Spirit Treasures.
The Twelve Grade Pure World White Lotus hovered above his head, releasing circles of gentle divine light. Its lotus petals softly bloomed, purifying countless tribulations.
At the same time, the Xuan Yuan Controlling Water Flag unfurled in his hand once more. A blue water curtain descended, enveloping his entire body.
Under this double protection, Bei Ming stepped forward again.
When he reached the halfway point, the Small Hourglass suddenly flipped over. The fluctuations of time surged forth, and the entire palace trembled faintly.
Unlike before, this force struck the white lotus and water curtain, sending ripples through them, yet it could no longer penetrate even the slightest bit.
Bei Ming's mind settled somewhat. He continued onward and finally arrived before the table.
Drawing a deep breath, he raised his hand toward the Hourglass.
The moment his fingertips touched it, the Hourglass erupted with light, illuminating the palace until it was completely bright.
The intense radiance forced Bei Ming to close his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was no longer in the palace. Instead, he stood above a vast, mighty river.
The river surged endlessly, its waves rolling violently. The spray seemed not to be water, but countless points of light formed from endless years, weaving together an aura from ancient times to the present.
On one side of the riverbank sat a White-Haired Stooped Elder upon a green stone. He wore a Bamboo Hat and straw cape, quietly fishing with a fishing rod in hand.
The elder slowly raised his head. His gaze was calm and deep, containing endless vicissitudes. His voice was composed and resonant.
"Fellow Daoist, where do you come from?"
Bei Ming's heart tightened. He landed by the riverbank and clasped his fists in salute.
"I am Bei Ming, Daoist title Kun Peng, a cultivator from the North of the Primordial Wilderness. May I ask, Senior, where is this place?"
The elder lightly flicked his fishing rod. The hook tore through the void, scattering faint glimmers.
There was no bait on the hook, nor was there any fish.
Then the elder reeled in the line and rose to his feet. His back seemed weathered by countless years as he slowly spoke.
"How did Fellow Daoist come to this place?"
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