Primordial Era: I really don't want to be the Heavenly Emperor!

Chapter 257 The Fate of the Witch Clan, The New Mount Buzhou

The third great calamity of the primordial world has finally ended. The great calamity in the world has dissipated, the obscured secrets of heaven have been restored to clarity, and the power of the Great Dao and the power of the Heavenly Dao have clearly emerged before the world.

Everything seemed perfect!

But only the central, uncivilized area was in complete disarray, as if it were the end of the world!

The interrupted Mount Buzhou!

A shattered sky!

Earth, Fire, Water, Wind!

Chaotic air currents and storms!

After Donghua's voice fell to the ground in Buzhou Mountain, no one answered the question, because no one knew what to do.

Repairing the sky is not a difficult task; everyone here can do it. However, restoring the sky to its previous state and making it one with the entire primordial world is something they cannot do.

Moreover, there was the precarious Buzhou Mountain. Everyone felt their hair stand on end. If today's events were not handled properly, the status of the prehistoric world would definitely decline, and it would be extremely difficult for them to become a Great Luo or Quasi-Saint in the future.

Seeing that no one spoke, Nuwa said, "I possess the Five-Colored Stone, a top-tier innate spiritual treasure, which I can refine to mend the heavens!"

Donghua still doesn't understand why Buzhou Mountain collapsed. Although he remembers that Buzhou Mountain did collapse, after witnessing its power, he simply doesn't believe that Zhurong and Gonggong were able to push it down.

Even with his current strength, he couldn't do it!

But the facts had already happened before his eyes, leaving him no choice but to believe them!

"Can it be restored to its original state without affecting the operation of the entire world?" Donghua asked Nuwa. Although he knew about Nuwa mending the sky, it was still unknown whether the sky could return to its previous state after the mending.

Nuwa shook her head and slowly said, "Although the Five-Colored Stone is a rare treasure, the sky after it was mended cannot return to its previous state. It's not that the Five-Colored Stone is not powerful enough, but that the primordial sky is irreplaceable and unique. But this is the best solution I can think of."

Donghua fell silent. He didn't know what to do. Although he had great strength, he was truly helpless against the shattered sky.

It's easy to mend the sky, but difficult to restore it to its original state!

Just as the group was discussing, the karmic force of heaven and earth finally descended. Every surviving member of the Wu clan was burdened with karma, especially Di Jiang, who was not quite dead yet, but his entire body was covered with dense karma.

The karma of Zhurong and Gonggong was entirely transferred to the Wu tribe, and no one could escape it.

Houtu, on the contrary, had no karma on her body, because before the final battle, she was no longer a witch, so the karma of heaven and earth would not fall upon her.

However, another karmic force was then added to Houtu's body. This was the karmic force that extracted the power of Buzhou Mountain, and it was also part of the reason for the collapse of Buzhou Mountain.

Heaven's justice is impartial; no one can escape it!

Even Donghua was not spared, after all, he was partly responsible for the shattering of the heavens, although the resulting karmic force was very weak.

The moment it touched him, it was enveloped by Donghua's powerful merit and then completely dissipated.

Dijiang, dragging his swaying divine body, stood up and said weakly, "I have a way to repair the heavens!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were fixed on Dijiang, eager to know what his solution was.

Donghua stared at Dijiang, pondering the truth of his words. Suddenly, as if he had realized something, he turned to look at the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, and they all understood.

"But I have one condition: I only ask that you treat the other members of the witch clan kindly; they are merely following orders!"

After speaking, Dijiang did not wait for everyone's agreement. He slowly stepped forward, used his last bit of strength, and flew into the air.

It wasn't that he didn't want to wait for everyone's agreement, but rather that he had no choice at all and no bargaining power.

Most importantly, he wanted to do something for the prehistoric world before he died.

"Father God Pangu above, Dijiang is incompetent, an unfilial and unjust person. Now that the heavens are shattered, Dijiang is willing to use his body to mend the heavens, transforming into this celestial dome to eternally suppress the primordial world. May Father God and the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

As Dijiang finished speaking, the true blood of the Ancestral Witch within his body burned wildly, and the Great Dao of Space appeared between heaven and earth.

Subsequently, Dijiang's true body, true blood, Great Dao, primordial spirit, and magical power all melted away, eventually transforming into pure spatial rule power, which flew towards the shattered sky.

"Brother!"

Houtu let out a tragic cry and reached out to grab Dijiang, but her raised hand eventually fell back down. She knew that Dijiang's mind was made up.

Moreover, even if he didn't transform into the heavens, Dijiang would still be doomed.

All the remaining members of the Wu tribe wept bitterly. They hadn't cried in defeat, but when they looked at Dijiang, who had transformed into the heavens, they all wept.

A group of fearless witches cried out, their cries echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

But no one pitied them!

At some point, Jumang, Tianwu, and Xuanming, who had fled the battlefield, returned. Looking at Dijiang, who had transformed into the heavens, their hearts were filled with boundless desolation.

At this moment, they thought of the three innate races of the past: the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin. How similar this scene was to the past!

With the arrival of the spatial rules, the shattered world was instantly restored, but it was only a layer of illusory sky, and it always felt like something was missing, after all, it was repaired with the power of the Great Dao rules.

Donghua looked at Nuwa, who seemed to understand as well, and took out the five-colored stone.

Donghua raised the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand, imbuing it with the power of the Great Dao, and with a single strike, the five-colored stone instantly shattered into three hundred and sixty-six fragments.

Nuwa summoned the Qiankun Cauldron from Mount Buzhou and placed the five-colored stone fragments inside to begin refining them.

This is the best solution Donghua could come up with. Neither Dijiang nor the Five-Colored Stone alone can restore the world to its original state, but combining the two can definitely restore the sky to its original state, and even make it stronger than before!

The divine fire of creation continuously burned the five-colored stone, and the fragments of the five-colored stone gradually turned into a liquid state, and the power of the Great Dao within them was also burned into the liquid.

Seeing that the refining process was progressing slowly, Donghua joined in, adding a burst of Creation Divine Fire to the Qiankun Cauldron.

The two divine flames instantly merged together, as if they had always been one.

With Donghua's arrival, the five-colored stone was instantly refined.

Nuwa took out the five-colored stone liquid from the Qiankun Cauldron, and a Dharma image spanning the heavens and earth appeared, with its feet on the earth and its hands touching the sky.

The Great Dao of Creation appeared, stretching across the sky, and nine-colored divine light illuminated the primordial land, encompassing all heavens and all elements!

The power of the five-colored stones combined with the sky that Dijiang had transformed into, and the shattered sky was instantly restored to its original state.

Donghua sensed the sky above the Central Land and a hint of joy finally appeared in his eyes, because the sky above the Central Land had perfectly merged with the Primordial Heaven and had even become stronger.

With the sky repaired, all the powerful beings withdrew their magical treasures.

In an instant, the sky was clear and the light of the stars shone on the vast and desolate land.

It's as if everything is over!

But everyone knew that this was just the beginning, because the biggest trouble was yet to come: Mount Buzhou.

This is much more troublesome than the sky breaking apart!

There was nothing they could do about the collapsed Buzhou Mountain. Buzhou Mountain was irreplaceable, and no one could take on its role.

Even if you were to refine all twelve Ancestral Witches into Mount Buzhou, it would be of no use, and they still wouldn't be able to replace Mount Buzhou.

Donghua gazed at the frozen Buzhou Mountain, feeling extremely annoyed, while the Wu tribe members beside him continued to wail and howl.

This made him even angrier, and a powerful aura suppressed these people.

"If you cry again, I will personally slaughter you all!"

All the members of the witch clan stopped!

At this moment, a great shaman calmly glanced at Donghua, and then at Houtu, Xuanming, Jumang, and Tianwu, the four remaining ancestral shamans.

This is the Great Witch Jubi, a Great Witch born in the same era as Kuafu, with the cultivation level of a Quasi-Saint in the early stage.

As he walked out of the battlefield, he looked at the chaotic and shattered land.

"I, the Great Witch Jubi, am willing to transform myself into the Dao, merging into the primordial earth, returning to the embrace of the Father God, and alleviating the karma of the Witch Clan. I hope the Father God and the Heavenly Dao will bear witness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly burned his true blood, the Great Dao, his true body, and his magical power. All his power gathered together and transformed into pure Great Dao power and earthly evil energy, which instantly merged into the primordial land.

Ju Bi's deeds seemed to be the beginning, and other members of the Wu Clan at the Quasi-Saint, Daluo, Taiyi, Golden Immortal, and True Immortal levels followed suit, all transforming themselves into the Dao and merging into the primordial land.

Everyone watched this scene in silence. Although they were shocked, no one stopped it. Even the ancestral witches did not stop it. Perhaps for these witches, this was the best choice.

As the Wu Clan members in the arena transformed into Dao, a powerful Daoist aura rose from the primordial land, instantly restoring the shattered central land to its original state, even stronger than before.

The million Wu Clan members here were all elites of the Wu Clan. In that short moment, less than 100,000 Wu Clan members remained, and all of them were below the True Immortal realm. Even if they wanted to transform into Dao, they could not.

The primordial world is not a garbage dump; not just anyone can become a Daoist.

In fact, even people at the True Immortal realm cannot do it. However, the Witch Clan is special because their essence, blood, and turbid energy are exactly what the primordial land needs, which is why they can do it.

As Dijiang and the million-strong Wu clan passed away, half of the Wu clan's karma instantly dissipated!

Heaven is impartial; if you do something beneficial to heaven and earth, you will surely be rewarded.

Tianwu glanced at Jumang, Xuanming, and Houtu. His injuries were actually quite severe. Donghua's palm strike had directly severed his Dao, almost killing him with a single blow.

"Brother Jumang, Sister Xuanming, Little Sister, I entrust the Wu Clan to you from now on. Forgive me, this coward, for not being able to accompany you through the Wu Clan's low period."

After Tianwu finished speaking, just like Pangu swearing an oath to the Heavenly Dao, he burned all his own power, and the pure power of the Great Dao instantly returned to the world.

At this moment, golden lotuses rose up across the entire primordial land, instantly restoring the lost primordial power of the land.

Moreover, Tianwu's Great Dao of Wind flows into the Nine Heavens, forming gusts of wind between the primordial world, protecting the primordial Nine Heavens.

Jumang gave a miserable smile and prepared to depart, but was stopped by Houtu.

"Brother Jumang, please stay!"

Jumang chuckled and said softly, "Little sister, no need. I have no face to live in this world, unworthy of the name of the Ancestral Witch, unworthy of the power bestowed upon me by the Father God. It would be better to pass away here and make a final contribution to the world created by the Father God!"

"Little sister, Xuanming, you two are both kind-hearted people. From now on, the Witch Clan is in your care!"

After Jumang finished speaking, he also departed, his original power of the Ancestral Witches returning to the primordial land, where the Great Dao of Wood nourished all things.

At this moment, all kinds of flowers bloom in the primordial wilderness, all things are revived, and the earth is renewed!

With the passing away of several ancestral witches and millions of witches, the karma of the witch clan has been greatly reduced.

Houtu held Xuanming tightly, fearing that her only sister would also follow her brother in death.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Donghua walked slowly forward, went straight to Houtu, and asked, "Why did Buzhou Mountain collapse? What exactly did you do?"

Donghua had just tried to deduce the real reason for the collapse of Buzhou Mountain, but no matter how much he calculated, he came up with no result and couldn't figure it out at all.

However, he was certain that the Wu tribe must have done something to cause Zhu Rong and Gong Gong to crash into Buzhou Mountain; otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to have crashed into Buzhou Mountain on their own.

Houtu glanced at Donghua, then at the remaining members of the Wu tribe and Mount Buzhou. Her heart ached terribly, both for the sake of the Wu tribe and for the sake of heaven and earth.

At this moment, Houtu truly had the thought of transcending the Dao and departing, as she didn't know what meaning there was left for her to live.

But looking at the broken Buzhou Mountain before her, she knew she had to do something, otherwise she would be unworthy of being called an ancestral witch.

If she had known that Mount Buzhou would collapse, she would never have extracted its power.

Houtu slowly recounted what had happened in the past!

After hearing this, everyone finally understood why Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were able to crash into Buzhou Mountain.

Because Mount Buzhou was already empty by then!

A Buzhou Mountain that has lost the power of the Great Dao is no different from an ordinary mountain.

After Houtu finished speaking, everyone's eyes were fixed on Donghua, because they knew that the heart of Pangu was in Donghua.

This is the only way to restore Buzhou Mountain, and perhaps even make it stronger.

Faced with this choice, Donghua fell silent. It wasn't that he didn't love heaven and earth, nor that he didn't want to repair Buzhou Mountain, but that the heart of Pangu was too important.

Once he breaks through to the Hunyuan realm, with the help of Pangu's Heart, his path to Hunyuan will be unobstructed, allowing him to smoothly break through to the sixth level of Hunyuan.

The power contained in the Heart of Pangu is truly immense. It is incredible that this heart of Pangu could still possess such power after giving birth to the twelve Ancestral Witches.

If Dijiang, a quasi-saint at the peak, possessed the strength of the fourth level of the Primordial Chaos Realm, he might have been able to unleash even greater power, had he not been too weak.

Donghua is truly reluctant to part with him.

One aspect is the breakthrough in cultivation level!

On one hand, there is the primordial world!

This choice is really too difficult.

Donghua himself is not a selfless person; he is a petty person.

But he really couldn't just watch Buzhou Mountain collapse and the primordial world lose its status.

At this moment, Buzhou Mountain fell silent again. Everyone just looked at Donghua, but no one dared to persuade him. To do so would be tantamount to courting death. Didn't they see that Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones, and others remained unmoved, let alone them?

After the sky was repaired, everyone in the Purple Mansion gathered together, the army was arranged in an orderly manner, and the legions from all sides formed their ranks in turn.

The Queen Mother of the West flew to Donghua's side. She had heard the conversation between the group and knew very well what Donghua was in a difficult position. No one would be willing to give up a treasure like the Heart of Pangu!

She then grasped Donghua's hand: "Whatever choice you make, I will support you!"

Many emperors from the Purple Mansion came before Donghua, their eyes filled with determination. Even Fuxi didn't say a word, because if it were him, he might not be willing to offer up the Heart of Pangu.

Donghua looked at the people of the Purple Mansion and the army lined up in formation, his eyes slightly closed. In an instant, his mind traversed the primordial world, and every place in the world was under his gaze.

The primordial world was truly a wonderful place, far surpassing the Western divine realm. This wasn't about its profound history or anything like that, but rather its captivating charm and unique glimmer of hope.

In the Western divine realm, everything seems predetermined, while in the primordial world, anything is possible.

This is the Great Dao of Fifty, the Heavenly Evolution of Forty-Nine, and the One that is hidden away.

The one that is pointed to is the Dao, which also means that everyone has the hope of attaining the Dao and achieving primordial unity.

His gaze traversed the river of time and space, piercing through the river of fate, as if he had returned to the banquet in the Purple Mansion, the moment when he first proposed to establish a heart for heaven and earth.

At that time, he acted like a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), making the flower fairy dance in front of everyone in the Purple Mansion, as if he had never seen the world before.

He was afraid of Di Jun and Tai Yi, afraid of ending up like the original owner of this body, and only wanted to be a carefree Donghua Dijun.

It wasn't until he left the prehistoric world and witnessed its cruel and ruthless nature, where the strong preyed on the weak and the mighty were respected, that he found it very difficult to adapt to, having lived through the previous life.

The first time he faced Pan Wang, who was a realm higher than him, he was only at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, having just severed one of his corpses, while Nuwa and the others were already at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, having severed two of their corpses.

later……

His thoughts lingered between heaven and earth, while the true body of Donghua, situated atop Mount Buzhou, began to automatically emanate the power of the Emperor's Way—a magnificent and boundless power.

Gentle, domineering, and benevolent!

Those who have been influenced by the power of the Donghua Emperor cannot help but want to submit to and believe in Donghua, and a feeling of heartfelt worship wells up in their hearts.

The Three Pure Ones frowned and immediately used their own Great Dao to isolate the power of the Emperor's Dao, because even they could not withstand it this time.

However, this imperial power is unconscious, just like how he didn't know how he cultivated the imperial power in the first place.

Donghua's mind somehow found itself in the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace. He didn't know whether he had come on his own or whether Hongjun had sent him.

Hongjun sat upright on the cloud bed in Zixiao Palace, holding a whisk in his hand. Above his head, the Jade Disc of Creation emitted boundless light, revealing the primordial world and all the myriad realms.

"Master!" Donghua called out softly.

Hongjun closed his eyes slightly, gave a soft "hmm," and then said nothing more.

Donghua couldn't help but ask, "Master, I'm quite confused. Please enlighten me!"

Hongjun opened his eyes, sighed, and said, "Foolish child, foolish child, you already have the answer in your heart, so why are you confused? Whatever you believe the Emperor's Path is, that is it. Just follow your heart!"

"Aren't you paving the way right now? Since its inception, no one has broken through to the Primordial Chaos Realm in the Path of the Emperor. Among the three thousand Great Daos of the Primordial World, only the Path of the Emperor and the Path of Power are the most unique."

"I cannot offer you further advice on this path; you must figure it out for yourself and forge your own unique path!"

Donghua was stunned for a long time, then murmured, "Yes, I already knew the answer in my heart, so where did the confusion come from? To establish a moral compass for heaven and earth, that is my answer!"

"Thank you, Master!"

As soon as Donghua finished speaking, his mind returned to Buzhou Mountain. He opened his eyes, and a powerful force shook everyone back several steps, even the saint Nuwa was not spared.

Everyone was shocked, wondering what Donghua had just done to make his aura so terrifying in such a short time.

However, Donghua ignored everyone and took out the Pangu Heart from his body. The Daoist rhyme flowed on it, the Three Thousand Great Daos flowed slowly, and the power of the Great Dao rules intertwined.

The powerful force of the Great Dao's origin caused every great being present to choke up; they felt a tickle in their throats and their eyes burned with desire.

Jieyin closed his eyes and uttered, "Excellent, excellent!"

The same applies to Cundi!

They were afraid to watch any longer, so they couldn't resist trying to snatch it from Donghua's hands.

Even the Three Pure Ones' eyes were burning with desire, but their powerful Dao hearts instantly suppressed all greed. Not to mention that they couldn't defeat Donghua, even if they could, they would still face a difficult choice after taking it and would become the common enemy of the prehistoric world.

Holding the Heart of Pangu, Donghua leaped into the air and landed on Mount Buzhou. The Pure White Lotus beneath his feet emitted boundless light, illuminating the primordial world.

"The Wu tribe is immoral, damaging heaven and earth; the Wu tribe is unfilial, disrespectful to Pangu; the Wu tribe is unjust, destroying Mount Buzhou; the Wu tribe is inhumane, slaughtering all living beings!"

"I, the humble Daoist, the Supreme Lord of the Purple Palace, the Pure Yang Emperor, the Beginningless Heavenly Venerable, the Head of the Male Immortals of the Immortal Path, the Great Free Heavenly Demon Emperor, and the Eastern Wood Duke Donghua, hereby respectfully address the Heavenly Dao and the Primordial World."

"Strip the Wu tribe of their claim to be direct descendants of Pangu. From this day forward, the Wu tribe shall not call themselves the true descendants of Pangu. We reclaim the legacy left by our father god Pangu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Donghua brought out the treasure of the Wu clan's fortune that Dijiang had offered. In an instant, everyone in the Wu clan felt dizzy.

The power of Heaven permeated the nine heavens, and the primordial world, mountains and rivers, and all living things seemed to hear the voice of Donghua.

The resonant sound echoed in the central, uncirculated area!

Not long after, nine-tenths of the Wu clan's karma was gone, as if nothing had happened. However, the Wu clan was no longer considered the true lineage of Pangu, but merely one of the ordinary races.

Xuanming roared in anguish, "Donghua, you are so cruel!"

The Wu tribe emerged from the blood of Pangu, making them Pangu's true sons. They even left behind a treasure like the Heart of Pangu. To strip them of Pangu's name is worse than killing them.

Enraged, Xuanming was about to rush up Buzhou Mountain to fight Donghua to the death, but was pulled back by Houtu beside him, who then directly suppressed Xuanming's Great Dao.

Xuanming rushing in to fight Donghua was simply courting death!

Donghua completely ignored Xuanming. After speaking, the three thousand Great Daos within his body surged and were all focused on the Heart of Pangu.

The Heart of Pangu rose into the sky, a gigantic heart radiating nine-colored light, instantly illuminating the primordial world, the stars in the heavens, all the elements, and even the outer demon realm and the chaos near the primordial world were enveloped in light.

Donghua poured all his power into the Heart of Pangu, fully activating its power, and the power of the Heart of Pangu was finally fully unleashed.

At this moment, all the great beings of the primordial world witnessed the power of the Heart of Pangu. That power was enough to allow the twelve Ancestral Witches to attain the Primordial Dao, provided that they were qualified.

Just like the merits of creation that Pangu left to the Three Pure Ones, only when the Three Pure Ones are qualified can they truly mobilize the merits of creation.

Later, the Three Pure Ones also achieved the status of saints by virtue of their merits in creating the world, and their strength soared to become the leaders of the prehistoric world.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches could develop stealthily like the Three Pure Ones, and manage the primordial world and all the myriad races and beings, then the primordial power and the power of the Great Dao within the heart of Pangu would be enough to enable each of them to attain the Primordial Dao, without needing the power of Buzhou to activate them in advance.

It must be said that Pangu was truly good to the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

But in the end, he failed to live up to Pangu's expectations!

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches could truly attain the Primordial Chaos Realm, how powerful would the primordial world have been then?

Six Saints plus Twelve Primordial Elements.

Perhaps they could destroy the Western divine realm in an instant!

However, Pangu had too high hopes for them. In the end, the Wu tribe failed to continue as Pangu had expected and ultimately perished in the Great Calamity.

This applies to both the original trajectory and the current trajectory.

If, after Donghua rises and destroys the demon race, the witch race is willing to coexist peacefully without the Purple Mansion and jointly govern the prehistoric world, then they still have a chance.

But in the end, he succumbed to his ambition, or perhaps he was affected by the power of the Great Calamity.

During the final battle, even Donghua's mind was controlled by the power of the calamity!

Donghua lifted the broken Buzhou Mountain and then placed the Heart of Pangu inside it.

Then the two mountains were merged into one!

Donghua channeled the power of the Great Dao to empower Buzhou Mountain, merging the two forces together to replenish Buzhou Mountain's power.

Upon seeing this, Houtu leaped into the air, transforming into her true form. The power of the earth surged, and in an instant, the power of Mount Buzhou was mobilized by Houtu.

Indeed, Houtu is an expert in this area!

Donghua simply stopped paying attention to Buzhou Mountain and instead focused all his efforts on activating the Heart of Pangu.

The two worked together, one responsible for Mount Buzhou and the other for the Heart of Pangu.

Before long, the heart of Pangu finally changed and gradually merged with Buzhou Mountain.

Just then, Nuwa also made her move, adding the power of primordial chaos, the three thousand great Daos, and the power of the Heavenly Dao to the two, accelerating the fusion process.

Other powerful beings also joined in, and everyone in the Purple Mansion present joined in, because they saw endless merit beckoning to them once again.

After this time, the merits of Xuanhuang will surely descend from heaven, and Heaven and Earth will favor them.

Especially Donghua, it would be no exaggeration to say that he is the favorite son of the primordial world and the Heavenly Dao.

At this moment, everyone is of one mind!

With everyone's efforts, Buzhou Mountain finally merged completely with the Heart of Pangu.

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P.S.: This part of the story is finished. The Witch Clan is gone, and the Purple Mansion is unified.

I wonder if everyone is satisfied?

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