Summoning the Peak of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 2977 The Ancestral Witch of Southern Central Region, the Divine Fiend of the Capital

Chapter 2974: The Ancestral Witch of the South, the Divine Demon of the Capital

When he fled to a strategic pass where the earth's veins converged and dragon energy was faintly visible, Luo Hou disregarded the fact that this place was the southwestern barrier of the Han Dynasty. He burned the little life essence he had left and slammed his palms, which carried the power to shatter mountains and split the earth, onto the majestic mountain ridge beneath his feet.

Rumbling--

The earth groaned under the unbearable weight, then the earth dragon turned over, causing mountains to collapse and the ground to split open.

The ancient road, stretching for dozens of miles, along with two passes built against the mountains, collapsed and sank amidst a deafening roar and billowing dust.

Countless boulders rolled down, completely blocking the road and triggering massive flash floods and mudslides!
Tens of thousands of lives, whether they were Han soldiers stationed there, passing merchants, or innocent villages in the mountains, were instantly swallowed up and buried by this man-made natural disaster.

Rahu attempted to buy himself a moment's respite by severing the earth's veins and creating a natural barrier, but the result was naturally devastation of the land and loss of life.

The pervasive death aura and the chaotic spiritual energy from the collapsing earth veins did indeed briefly interfere with Hongjun's ability to lock onto his demonic energy using the Azure Lotus.

However, Hongjun's pursuit was like the trajectory of the natural workings of the Heavenly Dao, unstoppable and unavoidable.

Every time Luo Hou stopped his killing spree to absorb blood essence to replenish his vital energy, every time he frantically tried to obstruct him, the azure meteor would close the distance between them even faster.

Hongjun's aura did not weaken during the pursuit; on the contrary, his unwavering determination to kill, his compassion for the tragic scenes he witnessed along the way, and his deep connection with the true meaning of creation and annihilation in the Qinglian Chapter of the Qinglian Creation Scripture became increasingly aligned.

Ignoring his own injuries, Hongjun channeled the Azure Lotus Dao Flame through his meridians, forcefully suppressing the backlash from the Heavenly Dao, burning his remaining lifespan and essence, all to lock onto the demonic shadow in front of him that was constantly creating calamities.

Two weeks of desperate escape and bloody hunts took the two men across most of China.

Ultimately, the final battle between the Dao and the Demonic, which had lasted for a century and affected the entire world, was brought to a place that had not yet been set foot in by the Han Dynasty and its people—the Southern Central Plains.

More than eighty years ago, Tsering Hu left his homeland of India and went to the legendary land of China.

Instead of taking the main road, he chose the most isolated path, traversing alone the towering, anciently frozen Himalayas!

When Luo Hou finally set foot on the vast and desolate Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, he looked around and saw only the desolation of heaven and earth, with no trace of human beings for thousands of miles around.

Unable to find a guide to ask for directions, Luo Hou had no choice but to follow the pulse of the earth, traveling eastward along the surging, roaring Lancang River.

In Luo Hou's mind, this surging river was most likely the source of the Yangtze River that nourished China, so he firmly believed that as long as he went eastward with the current, he would eventually reach the heart of China that he had always dreamed of.

However, fate played a cruel trick, and a misunderstanding of "misattributing" the trip was destined to go astray.

Luo Hou believed that the Canglan River was the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and that as long as he traveled eastward along the river, he would surely reach the Central Plains. However, this misattribution naturally led to the opposite of what he expected.

The Lancang River did not lead him to the Central Plains as Luo Hou had hoped. Instead, after many twists and turns, it brought him to the South Central Plains, a wild and untamed land filled with primitive atmosphere and shrouded in miasma.

With guidance from the local natives, Luo Hou suddenly realized that he had gone in the wrong direction from the beginning, and that the Lancang River was not the Yangtze River. Fortunately, he had not strayed too far from the right path.

Looking south and north, one can see Yizhou, a region within the territory of the Han Dynasty. Heading east, one can reach Jiaozhou, both of which are subordinate to the Han Dynasty.

However, if Rahu had ignorantly continued southward, he would have plunged into the jungles of Hung Sawaddy (Myanmar).

As an Indian, Rahu naturally knew that Hongsawaddy was located to the east of India. If it weren't for the words of the people from the south, he would probably have been wandering aimlessly in the southern borderlands, going around in circles.

Having determined his location, Rahu intended to set off north immediately. However, this mysterious land in the south revealed an incredible sight to him, making him linger and admire it.

Although the lifestyle of the tribes in the south is primitive, the direct descendants of the chief of the Dijiang tribe, the leader of the twelve tribes, possess innate divine power and lightning-fast movements, even without cultivation. They are comparable to top-tier masters and are simply born with divine strength and speed.

In addition: the Jumang family can communicate with birds and beasts, and control vines and thorns as easily as using their own arms;

The Zhurong family has an inextinguishable fire flowing in their blood, and they are born to control flames;
The Gonggong family, wherever their thoughts led, the water would dance accordingly.

The Xuanming family can command all beasts and even condense water into ice, freezing life.
Houtu family...

Witnessing all this, Luo Hou was deeply shocked. After all, even a grandmaster could not conjure fire or ice out of thin air unless he specialized in fire or ice-attribute techniques.

However, the power used by the twelve tribes of the South was completely unsupported by any internal energy foundation.

This completely overturned Luo Hou's understanding of the source of power, yet such an illogical scene was unfolding right before his eyes.

Driven by intense curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, Luo Hou lingered in the Southern Region for more than half a year. After some in-depth investigation, he uncovered a shocking secret that had been buried for a long time: the twelve tribes in the Southern Region, led by the Dijiang tribe, were actually descendants of the ancient demon god Chiyou.

The source of their magical power was not acquired through cultivation, but rather deeply rooted in their bloodline, originating from the ancient heritage of their ancestors.

In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor and Chi You fought for control of the Central Plains. After that earth-shattering battle, Chi You was defeated and fell to the Yellow Emperor's sword.

After Chi You's death, his remaining descendants, to avoid extermination, retreated southwestward. Pursued by the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, they eventually fled to this dangerous land in the south, where they multiplied and lived, protecting the dormant power in their bloodline for generations.

The power of the twelve tribes in the south is a continuation of the power of Chi You's bloodline.

This discovery was like a thunderbolt, filling Rahu with uncontrollable joy, for it was irrefutable evidence that verified a truth he had longed for: that "immortals" did indeed exist in ancient times.

If Chi You wasn't an "immortal" with extraordinary abilities, how could his descendants possess such incredible, almost divine power? Although the journey to the South was not Luo Hou's original destination, it opened a door for him to ancient myths and the origin of power.

When Rahu's gaze pierced through the primordial miasma permeating the South and glimpsed the astonishing power of the twelve tribes, which originated from their bloodline and required no internal force, a desire mixed with shock and greed instantly ignited in the deepest part of his Buddhist heart.

Divine power and speed, control of fire and water, command of birds and beasts... These magical abilities, which require countless trials and tribulations to achieve in myths and legends, flow naturally into the blood of mortals as if they were breathing!
This unconventional scene, like a heavy hammer, shattered Luo Hou's preconceived notions, while simultaneously giving him a shortcut to a higher level, a treasure trove of power within easy reach!

"If I could integrate this power of bloodline into my body..."

An incredibly tempting idea sprouted in Luo Hou's mind, but he didn't know how to analyze, simulate, or even forcibly seize this bloodline power.

Rahu was clearly not going to give up easily. After a secret and in-depth investigation, he finally chose to give up.

The power of the twelve tribes lies not in skills, much less in magic.

Like a brand, it is deeply rooted in the bloodline, a unique life imprint bestowed upon descendants by the ancestor Chiyou.

It cannot be "learned" or "copied"; only the descendants of the demon god Chi You can possess it.

The earth-shaking power of Dijiang originates from every tremor of his bones and fascia.

Jumang commands plants and trees as if it were an innate whisper of his soul.

Zhurong controls fire, Gonggong controls water, and it is also a burning instinct flowing deep in their blood...

All of this is completely incompatible with the Buddhist system that Rahu practiced, which relies on the circulation of vital energy and the internal circulation of Qi.

"Can't I keep it for myself...?"

Luo Hou's mind raced, and he quickly came up with a new plan. Although he could not obtain the power of bloodline, the twelve tribes had developed some witchcraft and Gu techniques based on the power of bloodline, which could be learned even by people without the power of bloodline.

Although these witchcraft and Gu techniques are almost useless against Luo Hou, who is at the half-profound realm, it is always good to have more skills.

Thus, Chi You withdrew his naked covetousness and no longer hoped to obtain the power of the bloodline. Instead, he adopted the indifference and compassion of an "enlightened master" and began to generously use the pretext of imparting the secret teachings of India to frequently contact the leaders and priests of various tribes, thereby obtaining the witchcraft and Gu techniques they had developed.

To avoid being hunted down by the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, the twelve tribes of Nanzhong almost never had contact with the outside world. As a result, they were extremely backward in martial arts. Although witchcraft and Gu magic were magical, they required high aptitude and had a high mortality rate.

Now that Rahu is teaching for free and giving away cultivation techniques that can lead directly to the Grandmaster level, the various tribes in the South cannot resist such temptation and regard Rahu as their benefactor.

Thus, a 'friendship' built on the allure of power and the exchange of benefits was quietly forged amidst the sincere gratitude of the twelve tribes of the South.

Before leaving, Rahu assured the leaders of the twelve tribes that if the descendants of the Yellow Emperor were to attack and wipe out the bloodline of Chiyou, he would come to their aid even if they were thousands of miles away.

Rahu, the Buddha from India, planted a seed called "gratitude" in this mysterious land of the South, and waited for it to take root and sprout.

Eighty years later, the fruit has long since ripened and will eventually be plucked by Rahu himself, becoming nourishment for his demonic body.

With his broken body, Luo Hou crashed back into Nanzhong, the desolate land where he had once sown the seeds of "gratitude and righteousness," like a falling, filthy meteor.

The excruciating pain tore at his soul, his very essence nearly depleted, while the ever-present pressure of the Heavenly Dao behind him—the aura of Hongjun—pierced through the clouds, coldly locking onto him.

In this desperate situation, a fierce glint flashed in Luo Hou's eyes, and a sinister yet efficient idea suddenly took shape in his mind.

"Dijiang!"

Rahu used his method of transmitting sound over thousands of miles, his voice piercing through layers of mountains and reaching the depths of Panwang Valley, carrying a hint of deliberately feigned weakness and urgency.

"The descendants of the Yellow Emperor have come looking for you. This humble monk was no match for them and was injured. Quickly summon all the 'Witch General' level and above experts from the twelve tribes to gather in the valley! This is a moment of life and death. If you cannot capture them, your whereabouts will be exposed, and then a large army will surely come to attack you."

Upon hearing this, Dijiang, the leader of the Dijiang tribe and the ancestral shaman who dominated the southern region, was suddenly startled.

The kindness of guiding me eighty years ago, and the reverence I have held for eighty years, have now transformed into unreserved trust.

Without the slightest hesitation, Dijiang brought down the ancient totem pole with a thunderous crash, and the powerful horn sound instantly resounded throughout the Hundred Thousand Mountains of southern China.

Powerful auras surged from the depths of the dense forest, the bottom of the secluded valley, and the altar, responding to the call.

Jumang's vibrant life, Zhurong's raging flames, Gonggong's surging waters, Xuanming's piercing cold, Houtu...

The most brilliant stars of power on the southern land, filled with reverence for their "benefactor" and a resolute determination to protect their homeland, gathered before Rahu at top speed.

In Panwang Valley, nearly a hundred top experts from the twelve tribes, along with thousands of warriors, stood solemnly, their auras blending together like ancient beasts lying in wait.

Dijiang stood at the front of the group, his gaze fixed intently on the figure shrouded in aura. He said in a deep voice, "Thank you for the message, benefactor. The elite forces of the South are all here. With the bloodline power of the twelve of us, we can set up the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation. We will surely ensure that the descendant of the Yellow Emperor will not return."

Even from hundreds of miles away, Hong Jun's powerful aura made Di Jiang and the others feel alarmed.

From the perspective of Dijiang and other descendants of Chiyou, Hongjun, as a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, naturally came to deal with them, not to befriend Rahu. In fact, Rahu was injured because of them.

Given the severe information asymmetry, it's normal for Dijiang to have such a misunderstanding, and Luohou would naturally be happy to see it happen, so he obviously wouldn't take the initiative to explain anything.