Houtu Tribe's Thousand-Year Migration

The Pangu Temple, also known as the Ancestral Witch Temple, is hidden at the bottom of Mount Buzhou.

Legend has it that the Pangu Temple was formed from the heart of the Great God Pangu, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were formed from the Pangu Essence Blood. Therefore, they were born with a connection to this temple and could teleport to it at any time for long-distance travel.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were not born in the same place; they each had their own territory, scattered across the north and south. But this temple brought them closely together.

This temple, unless it is manifested outwards, cannot be seen by anyone other than those who possess the Pangu Essence Blood. Therefore, discussing matters here can be considered the safest place.

Houtu sat cross-legged on one of the stone stools, expressionless, lost in thought.

She only looked up when the surrounding stone pillars gradually came into view.

"Isn't my sister in seclusion? Why did she suddenly summon us here? What urgent matter brings you here?"

The Ancestral Witch weren't joking with her; they all knew that Houtu would never use the Pangu Temple to summon everyone unless it was something extremely important.

Houtu briefly explained the situation, saying, "Therefore, our Houtu Tribe has no choice but to relocate. I called all my brothers and sisters here to tell you that unless it is absolutely necessary, you should not appear in the Mount Buzhou area through this temple."

The hot-tempered young man, his body blazing with fire, snorted, "That Qilin Clan is going too far! Do they really think our Witch Clan has no strong warriors? If this doesn't work, we'll join forces and unleash the Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons Formation..."

But most of the Ancestral Witch looked towards their eldest brother, Dijiang. After all, a real battle with the Qilin Clan would certainly be exhilarating, but what if they lost?

After all, although they could use the Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons Formation, they were not proficient enough, and their strength was far inferior to that of the Qilin Ancestor. In addition, the Qilin Royal Court had so many powerful figures.

Before Dijiang could speak, Houtu said, "Everyone, don't be impulsive. I called you all here to discuss this, not to ask you to take this risk. Although we can use the Twelve Heavenly Capital Divine Fiends Formation, we are not very familiar with it yet. If we really fight them and lose, and then don't join them, how will our Witch Clan have the face to hold its head high in front of other living beings? But if we really join them, what will happen to Second Brother? How will our Witch Clan develop in the future?"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but glance at one of the young men with dark red hair.

The young man with dark red hair nodded slightly and said, "Sister Houtu is right. I have also heard about this matter from the Houtu Dragon Clan. The Qilin Clan fought against the Demon Lord Luohou in the Western Land to avenge their ally. Countless beings admired their righteous and magnanimous actions and chose to join them. At the height of their power, we are at a great disadvantage. Moreover, that great formation should not be revealed to others easily."

This Ancestral Witch was named Zhu Jiuyin. He belonged to both the Witch Clan and Dragon Clan. Although he was formed from the Pangu Essence Blood, he possessed the body of a dragon and was regarded as one of the Three Ancestors by the Dragon Clan.

However, only the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew about this matter.

It's worth noting that the other two ancestors of the Dragon Clan are the Azure Dragon, one of the Four Spirits, and the current Dragon Ancestor Zulong of the Dragon Clan, the Ancestral Dragon. The last one is him, which shows how ancient and powerful he is.

This also shows that the cultivation levels of these Twelve Ancestral Witches are still quite different from each other at this time.

Some were born very early, while others were only recently born.

"Luohou?!" Houtu was taken aback. "Brother, do you know who this ally is? What is his name?"

"His name seems to be something like Tianmu Daoist; he's probably just some nobody."

Houtu was even more astonished upon hearing this, thinking: How did they know that the death of Tianmu Daoist was related to that Demon Ancestor Luohu? Could it be because they didn't send their fellow Daoist?

"Does my sister seem to know this Tianmu Daoist?"

The Ancestral Witch looked at Houtu with curiosity.

Houtu nodded and said, "Does everyone remember the Fellow Daoist I mentioned? When I went to Fellow Daoist Buchu's Purple Jade Mountain, I happened to see that Tianmu Daoist attacking the mountain. But actually, Tianmu Daoist's Primordial Spirit had been corrupted by demonic energy and turned into an avatar of Luohou. When Fellow Daoist Buchu and I joined forces to kill him, we even received a lot of Merit rewards!"

"Exorcising demons will bring Merit rewards?" The Ancestral Witch looked astonished.

The dark red-haired youth suddenly realized, "No wonder the Qilin Clan went to such great lengths to attack Mount Sumeru this time; it turns out there are such benefits."

"How would the Qilin Clan know about this? Could it be that Fellow Daoist has also joined the Qilin Clan?" At this moment, a green-haired youth said.

"This matter has nothing to do with us!" At this moment, the blue-haired sister said, "Has your sister decided where to move the tribe?"

Houtu nodded slightly and said, "I was a little hesitant before, but now I have a target. How about the riverbank next to your Purple Jade Mountain dojo? If you can help me develop my tribe, I believe it will be much more efficient."

"But what if that fellow Daoist also joins the Qilin Clan..."

"He won't join either side," Houtu smiled. "As for him... if you have the chance to meet him in the future, you'll know what kind of person he is."

"There's no time like the present. Since Sister Houtu's tribe is migrating this time, why don't we go and take a look? We can also protect the tribe's shaman along the way."

The Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Since it's decided, let's move! Let's remember this for now, and settle this score later when we have the chance!"

And so, the Houtu Tribe began their centuries-long migration journey.

Wu Chu never imagined that his mere instigation of the Qilin Clan to mess with the Demon Ancestor Luohu would actually bring the Houtu Tribe of the Witch Clan to his side.

When he saw Houtu again, he was completely bewildered.

He was in seclusion under the Little Enlightenment Tea Tree at the time, and it was Little Moon Spirit notified him, which roused him from his cultivation. Although the tea leaves of the Little Enlightenment Tea Tree were not yet ripe... in fact, the tea we drink is brewed from the tender leaves, so it doesn't matter whether they are ripe or not.

However, the tea leaves from the Little Enlightenment Tea Tree are different from other tea leaves. The tea leaves of the Little Enlightenment Tea Tree will condense Dao patterns and Dao Resonance. If they are not mature, the Dao patterns Dao Resonance will not be complete, and the effect will naturally be poor. Therefore, when drinking Enlightenment Tea, you are not drinking the tea juice or the taste, but the Dao patterns Dao Resonance condensed on the tea leaves, which is an enlightenment.

When one practices in seclusion within this Dao Resonance, the insights gained are twice as effective with half the effort.

The Merit and time spent on it were indeed not wasted.

After shutting down the Mountain Protection Array of Purple Jade Mountain, Houtu appeared in the sky above Purple Jade Mountain, leading a group of young people with different appearances and clothes.

Looking at the familiar figure at the head of the group, the longing that he had suppressed in a corner of his heart for many years burst forth like a flood.

A bright smile involuntarily spread across his face, and his eyes became slightly misty. He silently said in his heart, "Long time no see, I've missed you so much!"

But this feeling was quickly dispelled by the overwhelming aura that followed. Ten imposing young men stood silently Houtu, as if the heavens themselves were trembling. If it weren't for Houtu, whom he knew so well, Wu Chu probably would have been terrified by these people.

A muscular tough guy, a fan of the "emo" hairstyle, a fire enthusiast, a cute girl, and what Wu Chu couldn't understand the most was a bull-riding boy with a shepherd's flute in his hand.

They were also looking at Wu Chu, their eyes flashing with curiosity, and a meaningful look that Wu Chu didn't notice.

Looking at these twelve strangely shaped people, including Houtu, Wu Chu had a vague idea of what kind of people he had encountered.

"Sister, you're away in seclusion on Mount Buzhou, what brings you here to visit your brother?" Wu Chu greeted them with a smile, looking at the eleven people present. "I suppose these brothers and sisters are my sister's siblings! Hello, my name is Wu Chu, also known as the Mountain Recluse Who Never Leaves the Mountain. You can just call me A Chu. Welcome to my Purple Jade Mountain, please come in!"

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