Honghuang: Oh no, the Witch Clan Chief has lost his mind!

This primordial Buzhou Mountain was formed from the spine of Pangu.

The pressure was immense, and the higher one went, the more difficult it became.

It is very suitable for tempering the will of practitioners.

However, this level of pressure was insignificant to Dijiang Zuwu, who controlled the power of space and whose strength had reached the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

However, navigating through it is not difficult.

After several flashes, the group arrived at a secluded, spiritually rich canyon halfway up the mountain.

Before the group of ancestral witches even landed, they already sensed that this place was indeed well-hidden.

The surrounding area is covered by naturally formed arrays that gather the earth's spiritual energy and conceal the secrets of heaven.

If the great shamans hadn't torn a hole in the barrier, revealing a trace of unusual energy within,

Ordinary powerful beings would not be able to detect it at all.

Of course, this does not include those who originally had great opportunities in the grand scheme of things!

"This is it!"

The Great Shaman Xiangliu pointed to a faint, shimmering energy barrier in front of him and said.

There was a shallow crack on the barrier, clearly the work of the great shamans.

Through the cracks, one could vaguely see countless rays of light and auspicious colors emanating from within.

A surge of extremely pure innate Yi Wood spiritual energy and precious aura rushed towards us.

It is invigorating.

"Such a rich vitality and spiritual charm!"

This place is perfect for my cultivation!

Jumang, the Ancestral Witch, took a deep breath. As the Ancestral Witch of Wood, he was most sensitive to this kind of aura.

The eyes of all the ancestral witches showed surprise.

This further confirmed that what the Xingtian Great Witch Clan had said was true.

"Brothers, please keep your breathing low. Let's go inside and take a look."

Suppressing his excitement, Apocalypse stepped into the crack first.

Immediately, the Ancestral Witches also concealed their auras and entered the restriction one by one.

Once inside the restricted area, the scenery suddenly opened up!

This small world, no more than a few miles in circumference, was filled with unimaginable innate spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy almost liquefied, forming a hazy spiritual mist.

As Tianqi's red hair swung back and forth within it, it picked up a considerable amount of spiritual energy droplets.

In the center of this small world, enveloped by a dense mass of creative energy...

A vibrant green vine, as if carved from jade.

The Daoist principles flow naturally on the leaves, profound and mysterious.

Above the celestial vine, seven gourds of different colors and perfect shapes hung, swaying gently in the spiritual energy.

Each slight sway absorbs a massive amount of spiritual energy, emitting heart-palpitating fluctuations of law.

Tianqi looked at the seven gourds, and it was as if he heard something in his mind.

Grandpa's voice was so-so...!

The memories of the dead are attacking him again!

"Truly a peerless spiritual root!"

Zhu Jiuyin's Eye of Time flickered, attempting to glimpse the future of these gourds.

However, it was blocked by a natural, precious light, making it difficult to see the whole thing, but this only proved the extraordinary nature of the object.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Di Jiang said "good" three times, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Such treasures should rightfully belong to us!"

Gonggong and Zhurong had already begun to prepare for...

They started arguing about which color gourd they wanted.

"The red one naturally belongs to me!"

They're the same color as me!

"Zhu Rong, the ancestral witch, shouted."

"Hmph, blue belongs to water, so it's mine!"

Gonggong was equally unwilling to back down.

The other ancestral witches didn't react much.

They don't rely on magical treasures to fight; they rely on extreme physical strength and powerful laws.

Cultivate yourself, do not seek externally.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were used to fighting over things, but they didn't really want them!

Apocalypse did not participate in the discussion.

He was a poor man in his past life, and he has hardly ever gone out in this life.

He's someone who hasn't seen much of the world.

As a result, he now wants to take a second look at anything that looks good.

His gaze, like a scanner, meticulously swept over the entire gourd vine.

From the vines to the leaves, and then to the seven gourds still in development,

Finally, his gaze fell on the small patch of soil at the base of the gourd vine that shimmered with five-colored light, and he observed it carefully.

Since he returned to Pangu Palace from beyond the heavens and then approached this restriction,

The small axe between his eyebrows emitted intermittent vibrations.

It was similar to when he first found the Chaos Pearl.

The situation is then obvious!

There's more to this place than just gourd vines and the Heavenly Soil...

There are other good things too!

"Hehehe, what will it be this time?"

He held his breath slightly, his gaze focused on the five-colored divine soil, sensing it carefully.

After a long time, a tiny, insignificant...

It almost blends into the soil.

But it exudes a certain charm that is characteristic of his little axe.

His eyes caught sight of the tiny black dot that exuded the same supreme aura.

"ah?!"

"Little Blackie?"

"Is that all?"

Apocalypse was a bit confused. Last time it was at least a large bead, but this time it was just a tiny black dot.

He didn't understand what was so exciting about the little axe!

Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it and went to the gourd vine, picking up the inconspicuous little black dot.

The moment he picked up the small black dot, the small axe between Apocalypse's brows materialized on its own.

Instantly, the aura of the small axe rippled outwards within the restriction like waves.

This aura instantly attracted the attention of the ancestral witches, and caused the seven small gourds to shake even more violently.

Once the little axe appeared, it didn't make any further moves.

It flew directly to the small black dot.

It "ate" the little black spot in one bite!

After finishing eating, the little axe flew back to his brow and settled down, as if it had eaten its fill and was now sleeping.

The ancestral witches were completely bewildered by this scene.

I wonder what Tianqi and his little axe are up to?!

Seeing this, the Ancestral Witch Zhurong chuckled and said:

"Little brother, why are you feeding your little axe dirt?"

You're a patriarchal witch, after all; people have been following you for so long.

We have to feed him some barbecued wild beasts, at least!

Upon hearing this, Tianqi was speechless.

"God, eat dirt!"

I must have eaten dirt for over ten years in my past life.

I've finally become wealthy in this lifetime.

"You think I'd let my innate treasure eat dirt?!"

"That thing can't be dirt, can it? What kind of eyesight do you have?!"

Have you ever seen soil with such mysterious fluctuations in its aura?

Tianqi remained silent for a moment, then noticed that all the ancestral witches were looking at him with confusion.

He then calmly frowned and said:

"I don't know the specifics, but this little black guy's aura is very subtle and mysterious."

But I suspect it's something from the same source as my little axe. I'll study it again after he's digested it!

"Let's focus on the matter of the innate gourd vine first."

"My fellow brothers."

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"This item should be the innate gourd vine, the foremost of the ten innate spiritual roots."

It was born of a wondrous creation, but it has indeed not yet reached complete perfection.

Upon hearing this, Tianqi successfully diverted the attention of all the ancestral witches from the strange behavior of his little axe.

The focus was temporarily drawn to the astonishment at the gourd vine before them.

But before Tianqi could even feel relieved, he suddenly sensed the innate gourd vine and the small gourd on it.

A series of indistinct calls were transmitted into his mind:

"My dear father, my dear father, my dear father..."

"Well……!"

Hearing these sounds clearly, the Apocalypse warriors were completely stunned!