"Do you truly think you have me cornered? There is only a First Elder who dies standing, never a Budu Xuan who lives kneeling! Traitors, die!"
With an enraged roar, Budu Xuan drove the Ancestral Pagoda toward Mu Chen and Qing Yanjing.
Previously, he had regarded them as clansmen who had made mistakes. Now, they were traitors through and through, even more hateful than foreign enemies!
Qing Yanjing's expression turned grave. The Ancestral Pagoda's power was terrifying, and she had no confidence in being able to withstand it.
Due to Amon's interference, she had not been suppressed within the Ancestral Pagoda by Budu Xuan as she had in the original story, nor had she had the time to communicate with the ancestral wills inside it. Thus, control of the Ancestral Pagoda still remained in Budu Xuan's hands.
The ancient palm-sized pagoda expanded in an instant, becoming as enormous as a mountain. It firmly locked onto Qing Yanjing and Mu Chen, leaving them unable to escape.
Hun Tiandi's bright eyes suddenly deepened. He raised a hand as a tiny black dot rapidly condensed. Just as he was about to strike with that palm, a sudden change occurred.
The massive Budu Ancestral Pagoda abruptly shrank, returning to the size of a palm. It slowly drifted before Mu Chen, spinning lightly in the air.
Mu Chen froze for a moment. He sensed an intimate emotion from the little pagoda. Tentatively extending his right hand, he found that the Ancestral Pagoda obediently settled into his palm.
Qing Yanjing came to her senses. "Before each First Elder of our clan dies, he enters the Ancestral Pagoda and passes away in meditation within it. The ancestral wills reside inside the pagoda. Chen'er, this is the ancestors' recognition! They acknowledge you!"
Her voice brimmed with indescribable joy.