Gonggong: I'll Tear the Golden Crows Apart with My Bare Hands

Jieyin Zhun Ti Laozi had severed his second corpse, Jieyin and Zhunti's mindset instantly changed.

What's going on?

They were on equal footing just a moment ago, so why does something feel off now?

Laozi's sudden rebuke made Jieyin and Zhunti unable to sit still.

The pressure is now on their side.

Doesn't this mean that, in the entire Primordial World, among the disciples of the Great Dao Ancestors, the two from the West are the worst?

"Senior brother, are you about to sever your second corpse?"

Zhun Ti out of his daze and asked the question, which could be considered a preemptive strike.

Laozi is the eldest of the Three Pure Ones.

You are the Jieyin of the Western Duo.

If you don't dismember the corpse, who will?

Jieyin's expression stiffened, and he said, "It's almost time. I'm already 80% confident that the second corpse will be slain sooner or later!"

He answered immediately, after a quick assessment.

It's very vague and unreasonable.

Zhun Ti nodded and said with a smile, "That's good. We brothers must not let the Three Pure Ones outdo us!"

Upon hearing this, Jieyin glanced at him, inwardly complaining.

"If you don't want to lose, then at least try your best!"

Laozi's act of severing the corpse indeed put immense pressure on Jieyin, far exceeding the pressure brought by Nuwa.

Nuwa used merit to slay the corpse, which involved a certain amount of taking shortcuts, but Laozi cultivated himself through genuine means. Even so, he was still on par with Nuwa, which is enough to demonstrate how terrifying Laozi was.

"Senior brother, do you think it's possible for us to also use merit to sever our corpses?"

At this moment, Zhun Ti spoke again, excited by his own idea.

Upon hearing this, Jieyin's expression shifted slightly, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.

"Your idea isn't impossible, but Heavenly Dao Merit isn't so easy to obtain. In the past, you and I gathered the West Qi and cultivated to the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. Now, if we want to gain merit, where should we begin?"

These words calmed Zhun Ti down considerably. Just as Jieyin had said, Heavenly Dao Merit are not so easy to obtain; many factors need to be considered, such as whether they conform to the will of Heaven.

Otherwise, it's all for nothing.

"Cultivate diligently, and be sure to sever your corpse before Yuanshi Tongtian!" Jieyin continued, entrusting him with this important task.

Fortunately, Yuanshi and Tongtian had not yet severed their corpses, which gave them room to catch up; otherwise, they would have lost all face.

Zhun Ti nodded heavily, setting aside his thoughts on accumulating Heavenly Dao Merit for the time being, and focused on cultivating in the Static Realm.

Pangu Temple.

The Ancestral Witch naturally sensed the movement of the demon race. Dijiang gazed at a certain spot and slowly spoke:

"Nuwa actually created Demon Script! Heavenly Dao has bestowed merit upon us, and the demon race's fortune has indeed improved considerably!"

"It's amusing that they still struggle even when they're about to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining Ancestral Witch all sneered, showing no concern for the improvement in the demon race's fortune.

Over the years, the wars between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan have made the Witch Clan stronger and more courageous. They are not afraid of the Demon Clan becoming stronger. In their view, no matter how strong the Demon Clan becomes, they will not be a match for the Witch Clan!

"The demon race created Demon Script; I wonder if we could follow suit and create a Witch Script?"

Unlike other Ancestral Witch, Houtu was considering whether she could emulate the Demon Script and create a Witch Script belonging to her Witch Clan.

Upon hearing this, all the other Ancestral Witch showed strange expressions, seemingly taken aback by Houtu's idea.

"Houtu, we Witch Clan live by war, why would we need to use Witch Script?" Zhurong said with a smile, feeling that it was really unnecessary for their Witch Clan to use that thing. They were all rough people and didn't need to do such delicate work.

"That's right. We only respect the Father God and have no need for Heavenly Dao Merit. Creating Witch Script is simply superfluous."

Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently, showing utter disdain for so-called Heavenly Dao Merit; even if it were offered to him, he would not accept it.

"In my opinion, creating Demon Script is pointless; the destruction of the demon race is only a matter of time."

Xuanming spoke with a cold arrogance, her powerful strength giving her confidence. Over the past tens of thousands of years, she had already entered the mid-stage of Quasi-Sage, second only to Dijiang.

Although she is the youngest after Houtu, her strength is already among the best, surpassing all her older brothers!

Dijiang listened to the words of the Ancestral Witch, he showed a thoughtful expression. Zhu Jiuyin's words gave him a hint, and he suddenly thought of a problem that he had neglected for a long time.

We worship the Father God!

The Duke of the East once told him that there are only two ways for the Ancestral Witch to become a saint: one is to worship the Father God, and the other is to collect the Father God's legacy.

He hadn't implemented it yet, but now that the demon race had used the Heavenly Dao Merit to enhance their strength and fortune, it gave him an idea.

"Huh? There seems to be something unusual about the Blood Pool. Could it be that Gonggong and the others have recovered?"

At this moment, Zhurong suddenly spoke up, and the other Ancestral Witch also gradually realized this.

Since the battle at the Three Immortal Islands, Gonggong, Jumang, Xizi have been recuperating in the Blood Pool without making any moves. Now that the Blood Pool has shown signs of activity, they must be about to emerge.

Immediately, the nine Ancestral Witch arrived at the Blood Pool and saw three streams of blood-fiend energy rising up.

Knock knock knock!

Three powerful heartbeats resounded like heavenly drums, causing the Blood Pool to boil and surge like a vast ocean, creating towering waves.

Then, three enormous figures rose up, radiating an astonishing aura of malevolence.

Gonggong, Jumang, Xizi fully awakened, breaking through and rebuilding, and their cultivation even advanced further.

"Haha, great! My brother is finally back!" Qiangliang exclaimed in surprise, overjoyed to see that the three of them were safe and sound.

After all, they went to the Three Immortal Islands together. If Gonggong and the other two were gone, he would feel extremely guilty.

Gonggong, Jumang, and Xizi strode forward. After tens of thousands of years of slumber, seeing these familiar brothers and sisters now felt like a lifetime had passed.

After exchanging pleasantries, Gonggong finally remembered the culprit who had almost caused his death. Such a deep-seated hatred made his long-dormant blood boil again, and he gradually became uncontrollably angry!

"Eldest brother, we three brothers cannot let this grudge go unavenged! I'm going to the Sun Star and tear those three Golden Crow to shreds!"

He shouted angrily, as if he couldn't wait even a moment longer!

"Alright! You just recovered, do you want to go and die again?"

Zhurong stood in front of Gonggong, her face solemn as she rebuked him.

These actions immediately angered Gonggong, who glared at him and said, "Zhurong, what do you mean? Are you looking down on me?"

Zhurong shrugged and said, "That's not what I meant. If you insist on interpreting it that way, there's nothing I can do!"

Gonggong was furious, his aura surging forth. Seeing that they were about to attack, Dijiang shouted:

"Enough, all of you quiet down. Let's put aside our revenge for now; we have more important things to do!"

"What is it?" All the Ancestral Witch looked at him.

"Worship the Father God!" Dijiang said in a deep voice.