Primordial Era: I, the Spiritual Stone Monkey, was born ahead of schedule to seize the throne.

Chapter 42 Inside the Pangu Palace

The Pangu Temple, located at the center of the Twelve Ancestral Witches Tribe, is a sacred site for the Witch Clan.

The entire hall is dark yellow, ancient and dignified, and exudes a unified and harmonious atmosphere.

Just standing in front of the hall, one feels a sense of awe at its grandeur and the passage of time!

The sense of timelessness and the vicissitudes of life made Qi Tian feel somewhat dazed.

It was as if I saw a phantom of Pangu fighting a bloody battle against heaven and earth!

At this moment, in front of the Pangu Temple.

Ten tall, burly men stood in a row, looking down at Qi Tian.

Houtu stood beside her, along with the icy-cold Xuanming Ancestral Witch.

Looking up at the ten male ancestral witches who were more than a meter taller than him, Qi Tian's eyelids twitched.

Then, he straightened his chest and silently performed the Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique.

They raised their height to the same three meters.

"..."

The twelve ancestral witches looked at each other with strange expressions.

"Cough cough"

Di Jiang coughed and said:

"The girl Houtu just told us that you can see the future and that only one in ten of our twelve ancestral witches survived? Is this true?"

"What a piece of shit!"

Before Qi Tian could speak, Zhu Rong, the Fire Ancestral Witch with a rough face and a full head of red hair, directly cursed:

"With twelve of us working together, we are not even afraid of a saint. Who can kill us? I think this kid is just talking nonsense."

At this point, Zhu Rong glared fiercely at Qi Tian with his large, copper bell-like eyes:

"Tell me, are you trying to lie to us?"

The other Ancestral Witches watched this scene quietly without saying anything.

Looking at Zhu Rong's explosive red hair, Qi Tian's expression turned strange.

Red-haired punk!

So the alternative style existed so long ago!

"You are indeed dead!"

Qi Tian looked at Zhu Rong with great certainty.

"I……"

Zhu Rong felt a lump in his throat and wanted to explode in anger.

But looking at Qi Tian's serious eyes, I felt a chill inexplicably in my heart.

Am I really going to die?

"Haha, third brother, you're going to die!"

At this moment, Gonggong, the ancestral witch of water, suddenly burst into wild laughter:

"I'll be the third child then!"

"You're dead too!"

Qi Tian suddenly turned his head to look at Gonggong.

"Well……"

Gonggong's smile vanished instantly, leaving him looking completely dazed.

"Hahaha"

This time, it was Zhu Rong's turn to be happy.

"You'll always be fourth in this life, and even after I die you won't be third. Hahaha..."

"..."

The other Ancestral Witches stared at the two speechlessly. How could they even compare these two?

"Alright, you two, calm down. As long as we're strong enough, no one can kill us. If we get killed, it's only because we're not strong enough!"

Dijiang waved his hand dismissively, stopping the two.

Then he looked at Qi Tian:

"If you want to enter the Pangu Palace to cultivate, you can, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, please speak."

"After you attain sainthood, you must ensure the survival of my Witch Clan!"

"this"

Qi Tian did not immediately agree, but instead fell into deep thought.

It seems that some members of the Witch Clan survived after the Lich War.

Moreover, Houtu only lost her ancestral witch body, but after reincarnation, she became the ruler of the underworld.

His status is comparable to that of Hongjun Daozu.

Later, the Wu tribe gradually disappeared, presumably because they were protected by Houtu in the underworld.

So even without him, the Wu tribe wouldn't have been wiped out.

Dijiang's request is no challenge for him at all.

Perhaps he doesn't need to bother at all.

Of course, if the Wu tribe were to face annihilation, he would keep his promise.

To preserve a lineage for the Wu tribe.

"Okay! I agree!"

After Qi Tian finished speaking, he immediately made a vow based on the Great Dao.

"The Great Dao is above; when I one day attain sainthood and become an equal to Heaven, I will surely ensure the continuation of the Witch Clan's lineage!"

"Haha, Brother Qi is so straightforward!"

Upon seeing this, Dijiang's face immediately lit up with joy.

He had heard from Houtu about Qitian's performance in Zixiao Palace and his killing of Dongwanggong.

They also have conflicts with the Demon Court.

He greatly admired her strength, courage, and boldness.

He felt that there was a high chance of Qitian becoming a saint, at which point the Wu tribe would have a powerful ally.

Even if Qi Tian doesn't become a saint in the end, it doesn't matter.

His Wu clan suffered no losses either.

This is not because he lacks confidence in himself or the witch clan.

On the contrary, he was very confident that the Wu tribe would become the main force in the world.

But he is not arrogant.

Nothing is absolute; it's always better to be prepared.

Afterwards, Qi Tian made a solemn vow that he would never tell anyone what he had seen inside the Pangu Palace.

Dijiang then personally led Qitian into the Pangu Palace.

However, just as they approached the Pangu Palace, a terrifying pressure and malevolent aura surged forth from the palace.

Qi Tianxia activated the laws of power in his consciousness, and then all the oppressive aura and malevolent energy disappeared.

It was as if everything just now was an illusion.

Seeing this, Dijiang, who was standing nearby, thought about what Houtu had told him through telepathy, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

It truly is the law of force.

You should know that not just anyone can enter the Pangu Palace.

In the entire primordial world, only the twelve ancestral witches could freely enter and leave.

The Three Pure Ones might be able to, but they never came here.

Even Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao could not enter.

Of course, it's not that I can't or dare not, but rather out of respect for Pangu.

Because the Pangu Temple is imbued with spirits, it will self-destruct if anyone who is not recognized for it forcibly enters.

He didn't mention this earlier because he wanted to see if what Houtu said was true.

It now appears that the Pangu Temple has gained another person of approval.

Qi Tian!

Thoughts swirled in his mind, but Dijiang said nothing and led Qitian directly into the Pangu Palace.

Upon entering the hall, Qi Tian was utterly overwhelmed with shock.

The Pangu Palace was incredibly spacious, and around it were statues of three thousand chaotic demon gods, imbued with the Daoist spirit.

The statue is ten thousand feet tall.

Moreover, each of the demon god statues seemed to be alive, with the Daoist principles naturally present on them.

It is even more perfect than the laws that the Dao Ancestor used when he became a saint and preached the Dao.

Seeing this scene, Qi Tian couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"The legacy of the Great God Pangu is indeed extraordinary. It's only because the Ancestral Witches didn't have primordial spirits that these three thousand Chaos Demon God statues alone could be used to create saint-level warriors in the prehistoric world."

This is because each statue possesses the Daoist principles of a chaotic demon god.

Moreover, it is very obvious and extremely easy to understand.

"Fortunately, the Pangu Palace was formed from the heart of the Great God Pangu, so the Heavenly Dao could not know what was inside the palace. Otherwise, these statues would definitely have been destroyed by the Heavenly Dao. This is too defying the heavens; it's practically cheating."

The appearance of any statue in the primordial world would trigger a fierce battle comparable to a cataclysmic calamity.

However, Qi Tian also felt that this was only natural.

After all, the Great God Pangu once possessed the complete Jade Disc of Creation and had fought against three thousand Chaos Demons.

He was extremely familiar with the three thousand Chaos Gods.

It's not surprising that there are these statues.

At this moment, Dijiang also saw Qitian's extremely shocked expression and felt very proud.

This is the power of their father god.

"Unfortunately, our Wu clan lacks a primordial spirit and cannot comprehend it. We can only refine our physical bodies and form bodies of law through the Daoist essence of these statues. Otherwise, our Wu clan..."

At this point, Dijiang shook his head, unable to continue.

Seeing Dijiang's deep regret and envy, Qi Tian couldn't help but feel sorry for the Wu Clan.

He was surrounded by a mountain of treasures but could only take one gem; if it were him, he would probably be so frustrated he'd vomit blood.

Therefore, he didn't say anything to comfort him.

Otherwise, others would probably gloat.

"Brother Qi, you may continue your cultivation here. I have important matters to attend to and will be leaving now. If you need anything, feel free to come and find me!"

Qi Tian quickly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Dijiang waved his hand and then turned and walked out of the Pangu Palace.

Upon seeing Dijiang emerge, all the Ancestral Witches waiting outside immediately surrounded him.

Zhu Rong was the first to lose her composure and said urgently:

"Brother, letting this kid enter the Pangu Palace to cultivate so easily is too lenient on him. That's a statue with the Daoist essence of three thousand demon gods!"

(End of this chapter)