Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 94 The Witch Clan's Scheme with the Soul-Capturing Bell!

Zhu Rong's entire body was engulfed in flames, scorching the void. He snorted coldly, "I'll go then! I refuse to believe that the Heavenly Court can do anything to me."

Gonggong laughed and said, "Don't end up getting captured and begging us to rescue you."

"Please come to my rescue? Even if I, Zhurong, perish in Heaven, I don't need your help."

Water and fire are mutually destructive, and this applies to the ancestral witches as well. The ancestral witches Zhurong and Gonggong seem to be natural enemies, and they would start arguing if they couldn't even finish a few words.

Soon, Dijiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches, spoke. His voice was not heavy, but rather carried a hint of relaxation.

"When the Sage Nuwa preached the Dao in the Chaos Realm, it was a grand event in the primordial world. Countless cultivators from the primordial world gathered to listen to her teachings. As the direct descendants of Pangu, formed from the bloodline of our Father God, how could we be absent?"

Zhu Rong, the ancestral witch of fire, was taken aback, and a burst of intense fire erupted from his mouth.

"Brother, we ancestral witches do not have primordial spirits, we only cultivate physical bodies. No matter how profound the sages' teachings are, we cannot understand them. It would be better for us to stay in the Pangu Palace and hone our physical bodies."

The ancestral witch of poison, Shebishi, echoed her sentiments repeatedly.

"Yes, brother, Zhurong is right. Our Wu tribe doesn't have a primordial spirit. No matter how eloquently the sage speaks, we won't understand him. Wouldn't going there be a waste of time?"

The other Ancestral Witches, except for Houtu and Xuanming, all nodded in agreement.

He couldn't understand the sermons and had no way to launch a surprise attack on the Heavenly Court, so he might as well stay in the Pangu Palace to hone his physical body.

Dijiang's lips curled up into a smile. "Our purpose in going to Chaos is not to listen to the sage preach, but to take care of other matters."

"Brother, stop keeping us in suspense and tell us what it is so we can hear it too."

Zhu Rong was already getting impatient.

The Poison Ancestor, Shebi Shi, had always been on good terms with Zhu Rong, sharing similar views on poison. He spoke at this moment.

"Yes, brother, we're brothers, let's not keep each other in suspense, let's just get straight to the point."

Upon hearing this, Di Jiang's expression darkened slightly, and his eyes flashed with extreme coldness.

"Since we lack primordial spirits and cannot comprehend the supreme mysteries of the sages' teachings, then the demon race should not even dream of comprehending a single thing."

The Time Ancestor, Zhu Jiuyin, was taken aback at first, then his expression changed instantly.

"Does Brother mean we should attack the demon race while the sage is preaching?"

"This is absolutely unacceptable. Putting aside whether the Sage will intervene, if we actually do this, we will offend the Sage Nuwa to the death. If the Sage is enraged and helps the demon race, what will happen to our Wu tribe?"

Zhu Jiuyin's face showed worry. "Below the sage, all are ants." This is not just a saying, but the supreme law of the primordial world.

Even the most powerful quasi-saints are like ants before a true saint, easily crushed with a flick of the finger.

"Zhu Jiuyin is right. When the sage preaches, countless powerful beings from the primordial world gather in the chaos. If we rashly attack the demon race, it's equivalent to destroying the resources of other cultivators as well, and we risk incurring the wrath of the masses."

The twelve Ancestral Witches were not all simple-minded and physically strong. Apart from Zhu Rong and Shebi Shi, all of them had a very clear understanding of the situation in the prehistoric world.

Offending a sage would be extremely unwise for the Wu clan in its current state, and could even affect the ultimate fate of both the Wu and Yao clans.

Looking at his brothers and sisters who hadn't yet grasped the concept, Dijiang couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

"When did I ever say I would directly attack the demon race?"

"So, what does 'big brother' mean?"

The ancestral witches raised questions once again.

Dijiang smiled slightly, flipped his hand, and a golden bell appeared in his palm. With a slight shake, it made a clear and melodious sound.

"What is this?"

Apart from Houtu and Xuanming, many of the Ancestral Witches showed great confusion on their faces.

"This is the Soul-Capturing Bell, crafted jointly by Wu Xian, Hou Tu, and Xuan Ming. It possesses unparalleled wonders."

Zhu Rong scratched his head and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, what does this Soul-Capturing Bell have to do with our trip to Chaos to listen to the lecture?"

Dijiang explained, "This Soul-Capturing Bell has unparalleled power. A slight shake can make a person lose their soul and become completely disoriented. A further slight shake will cause them to fall to the ground and become unconscious."

"Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are both highly skilled, so they won't collapse unconscious. However, it shouldn't be a big problem if they can't concentrate on listening to the sage's sermon."

"I see!"

The ancestral witches suddenly realized that if what their elder brother said was true, then the journey to Chaos was inevitable.

As long as the strength of the demon race can be weakened, it will strengthen the strength of the witch race.

"Houtu, Xuanming, the two of you will stay in the Pangu Palace to guard against any surprise attacks from the Heavenly Court. If necessary, you can use the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Divine Fiend Banners to activate the Twelve Capital Heavenly Fiends Formation."

Dijiang spoke earnestly to Houtu and Xuanming.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation has two methods of execution.

First, the ancestral witches personally use their own blood essence as a catalyst to unleash the most powerful effect.

Secondly, by using the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Flags, one can also unleash the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, but in that case, its power will inevitably be greatly weakened.

"We understand now."

Houtu and Xuanming nodded seriously.

"In that case, let's not delay and set off now."

Dijiang gave a shout and manifested his Ancestral Witch form, which was as red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings. He was empowered by the supreme power of space and broke through the void in the blink of an eye, heading towards the outside of chaos. The other nine Ancestral Witches quickly followed.

At the same time, in various parts of the primordial world, from Mount Sumeru, the Endless Blood Sea, West Kunlun, and Longevity Mountain, countless cultivators took flight and rushed towards the Chaos.

The vast chaos stretched as far as the eye could see, a hazy, boundless expanse filled with endless earth, fire, water, and wind. Occasionally, a bright, flickering object could be seen, an enormous chaotic star adding a touch of embellishment to the vast chaos.

The place where Nuwa preached was not far from the primordial world.

She stood with her hands behind her back, her aura incomparably holy, accompanied by an unparalleled holy aura that swept through the chaos!

The surrounding earth, fire, water, wind, and the occasional chaotic storms seemed to fear Nuwa and dared not approach her.

"open!"

Nuwa gave a soft shout and gently pushed forward with her slender hand. It seemed like she didn't use much force, but an unprecedented explosion occurred in the chaos.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The power of the sage collided with the earth, fire, water, and wind, creating a huge wave. The earth, fire, water, and wind within a radius of tens of thousands of miles all collapsed at this moment and could not be condensed into a new shape in a short time.

Nuwa nodded in satisfaction. There were great dangers in the chaos. If she wanted to preach, she had to create a safe environment for the cultivators of the prehistoric world.

The next moment, Nuwa waved her hand again, and countless prayer mats appeared in mid-air.

Not long after, the Three Pure Ones arrived together, carrying a snow-white cloud on which hundreds of disciples were placed.

(End of this chapter)