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

The revelry inside the Pangu Temple lasted for an unknown period of time.

Anyway, the skeletons of the monsters have already piled up to the size of a small mountain!

The seven Calabash Brothers were completely out of control with their fun.

Perhaps it was because it was tainted by the essence and laws of the ancestral witches,

They were like a group of miniature versions of ancestral witches, turning the banquet upside down.

They all ate until their bellies were round and full.

They slumped together, nestled in the arms of the uncles and aunts they had each "adopted," and fell fast asleep.

He snored loudly.

Looking at this art style, Apocalypse felt that the characters were completely different from those in the cartoons he had watched in his previous life.

He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh:

"As expected, cartoons are just for kids!"

The ancestral witches, who had never seen the world, looked at the baby sleeping soundly in their arms.

The hearts of tough guys and strong women were almost melted.

Their movements unconsciously became eight hundred times gentler.

I was afraid of waking up these little ones.

After expressing his feelings, Apocalypse looked at the heartwarming yet chaotic scene.

She smiled slightly.

However, when the thought suddenly popped into his head that he might be able to cultivate a few more gourds,

He suddenly remembered that the innate gourd vine seemed to still be within the original restriction!

Everyone is paying attention to the Calabash Brothers.

They completely forgot about the vines that gave birth to the Calabash Brothers!

"Uh...! That gourd vine isn't going to throw a tantrum and just die right in front of me, is it?!"

Thinking of this, Tianqi, seeing his brothers having such a good time, didn't disturb them.

He went alone to the location of the innate gourd vine restriction.

When Apocalypse arrived before the vines, using his still somewhat unfamiliar spatial powers...

His expression froze!

There stood the once vibrant green, shimmering with precious light, innate gourd vine.

After the seven gourds detached and transformed into human form

At this moment, it had lost all its luster, turning withered and shriveled.

It was as if all the spiritual essence had been drained away.

But strangely, it did not wither and die completely like the pumpkin vines planted in Tianqi's previous life.

The withered yellow vines seemed to have contracted and solidified.

It is undergoing strange changes in form.

At this moment, a nine-sectioned [property] lay quietly on the Nine Heavens Breath Soil.

The body is naturally curved and dark yellow in color.

It is a whip that seems simple and unadorned, yet it subtly exudes a sense of vitality and life!

"What is this?! Where is my innate gourd vine?!"

Apocalypse seemed a little uncertain, so he quickly stepped forward.

He carefully picked up the whip.

It felt warm to the touch and carried the scent of my own essence.

At the same time, it seemed as if the vitality of the gourd vine still remained.

Furthermore, a strange power flows within it.

It seems to have been created specifically for "creation" and "shaping".

His gaze then fell upon the area beneath the whip.

On that small patch of the Nine Heavens Breath Soil that still shimmers with nine-colored light.

The soil hasn't changed much; it still contains endless vitality.

Tianqi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the gourd vine is gone, then what if the Nine Heavens Breath Soil is gone too?

Then I really don't know where to cry!

Apocalypse's mind raced, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Honey, how did you turn into a whip?!"

"Is this a real death I'm showing him?"

Why did it have to come to this?!

Apocalypse gently stroked the whip, feeling the familiar scent flowing through it.

He didn't even need to refine it; it had already naturally become one of his magical treasures.

Although he knew that this might be the legendary Creation Whip.

But shouldn't something like this in my memory undergo a process of refinement before it takes shape?

How can I change myself?!

Apocalypse was a little confused.

According to the normal plot, this thing will later become a key tool used by Nuwa to create humans from clay.

Under normal circumstances, Nuwa should have obtained this treasure.

The fact that Nuwa and her brother were able to find her despite the heavy restrictions last time suggests something is amiss.

Tianqi looked at the extraordinary whip in his hand and the Nine Heavens Breath Soil.

His expression suddenly became incredibly complex.

On the one hand, he felt a pang of regret that the spiritual root that had accompanied him for so long had finally withered away!

They truly sacrificed themselves to create the Calabash Brothers.

Even at the very end, he didn't forget to use his own body as a whip.

This is left for Tianqi to use as a spur to the Calabash Brothers!

on the other hand,

A brilliant, albeit somewhat unethical, idea popped into Apocalypse's mind.

"If Nuwa were to become a saint, she would need the Creation Whip and the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, wouldn't she?"

But now, I have both of those things in my hands!

He stroked his chin, a sly smile spreading across his face, and muttered:

"Hey! Fellow Daoist Nuwa, it's not that I'm targeting you."

But it seems our fate isn't over yet!

I hope that Hongjun's sermon will impart many good things to you.

Otherwise, your path to sainthood might be a bit difficult!

He seemed to already see that one day in the future...

While Nuwa anxiously searched the entire prehistoric world for materials to create humans,

He kept these two treasures with him.

He appeared before her with a smile and said:

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to rent a whip and some soil?"

Prosthetic tools for creating babies, price negotiable.

We accept donations!

Isn't this just making money while lying down?

Thinking of Nuwa, whom he would control in the future,

Apocalypse swept away the previous gloom.

He happily put away the "Creation Whip" imbued with his own essence, along with the remaining Nine Heavens Breath Soil.

Stored inside the Chaos Pearl.

In case he tries to steal something using methods he doesn't know about,

"It's safest to put it inside the witch's realm!"

This could be a huge bargaining chip for the future.

Make sure to keep it safe!

Apocalypse also did not want to get too involved in cause and effect.

But there's no reason to just hand over what's right in front of your own doorstep.

Let me clear my mind first!

As for the rest, we'll talk about it later!

After putting everything away, Tianqi also swept away all the spiritual energy in the space.

Satisfied, he went back to the Pangu Temple to rest.

......

The next day,

Inside the Pangu Palace, the afterglow of the celebrations surrounding the birth of the seven Calabash Brothers had not yet faded.

The air was filled with the fragrance of spiritual fruits and the smoky aroma of roasted beast meat.

The little ones have a lot of energy; after they've had their fill of playing around...

They then pestered the uncles they had each claimed,

The aunt learns to master her newly acquired power.

Every now and then they would make a little noise, which would make the ancestral witches laugh heartily.

The entire Pangu Temple was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The arrival of the Calabash Brothers

This adds a unique touch to the otherwise monotonous and dull life of the Wu tribe.

Apocalypse, enjoying the cheerful atmosphere, sat leisurely to one side.

Watching the eldest child try to mold the flames of Zhurong into various shapes,

The third brother repeatedly banged his head against Gonggong's water shield to test its strength.

He was also thinking about how to further develop the potential of these Calabash Brothers.

After all, education should start from a young age.

When encountering disobedient people

Tianqi plans to directly summon his own mother's whip.

It provides a deeply painful and scathing lesson...

Just then, the high priest guarding outside the hall relayed a report:

The Great Immortal Yuanzi of Wanshoushan Town and the Old Ancestor Hongyun of Huoyun Cave visited.

"Oh? What brings these two unfortunate brothers here?"

Apocalypse was somewhat surprised; the time for the third sermon hadn't come yet, had it?

Slightly surprised, he still got up and went out to greet them.

The other ancestral witches didn't pay much attention.

He continued playing and frolicking with the Calabash Brothers, oblivious to everything else.

After all, these two were relatively stronger than the Witch Clan.

It's just average!