Chapter 52: The Witch Clan is Born
On the sun star.

A Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged in the void withdrew his hand.

The Taoist robe was plain, like a stream of chaotic air, without any other colors, just like a vast expanse of gray in the chaos, just like the deep primordial earth before the world was opened up.

His face is weathered but carries a sense of antiquity and remoteness, empty and vast, like the embodiment of eternity.

It was Hongjun.

Hongjun couldn't figure out any cause and effect for the killing of Zhunti and Jie Yin, so he decided to postpone the integration of merits and set foot into the prehistoric world to look for the cause and effect.

Stepping into the ancient times would not make him unable to digest the merits, it would just be a little slower.

But things that happened that he couldn't even control did make him feel a little uneasy.

His way does not allow this to happen.

When he was about to turn the whole West upside down, he suddenly felt that the Chaos Clock he had placed on the Sun Star was actually triggered.

This involved one of his plans, for which he even paid the price of a supreme treasure.

This matter must not fail!
He looked across billions of miles and attacked directly without even holding back, and all the power that was already close to that of a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian burst out.

But he didn't expect that this guy would escape in the end.

He escaped into Mount Buzhou, and his aura became one with the entire Mount Buzhou.

If he were to search Buzhou Mountain, he would definitely disturb the remaining Pangu Taoism inside.

"Xuanyuan Water Controlling Flag, Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, Twelve-Rank Purifying White Lotus... this person." Hongjun continued to deduce the breath he had just intercepted, and soon his eyes showed a slight fluctuation.

"Which Chaos God or Demon is following so closely?"

"It's still an anomaly of heaven!"

……

Buzhou Mountain.

Huang Long, who had just emerged from the Buzhou Mountain veins, let out a breath, feeling the endless power and the rules of the avenue that were madly stimulating him.

"Is this the true power of the peak Chaos Golden Immortal?
If Hongjun truly becomes a saint, what will happen then!"

Huang Long felt tingling all over his body. The chaotic power in his body was running wild, and his muscles and bones were eroded.

The surface of the body seemed to be broken and the meridians were in disorder. The three flowers and five qi in the soul were also shaking faintly.

After this battle.

Because Huang Long had many Taoist fruits, he even established his supreme Taoist foundation and defeated Shi Huang. It seemed that Hongjun's arrogant mentality was beginning to calm down.

His potential is still just potential, and it will take some time for it to be transformed into strength.

'Stay steady, the wind and waves are the most deadly!'

He sat down cross-legged, and the twelve-level golden lotus of merit fell beneath him.

Rays of golden light enveloped his entire body, calming his three flowers and five energies.

The laws of creation begin to flow.

The healing power of Green Willow flowed through the various injuries on his body like a clear stream, soothing his pain.

"So the Chaos Bell was left by Hongjun to Taiyi."

After recovering himself, Huang Long was carefully thinking about the logic behind this and why Hongjun appeared to save Taiyi and Dijun.

The only possibility is that Taiyi and Dijun are part of his plan.

I had unintentionally interfered with his plan.

"Layout, demon race..."

Huang Long thought that the demon race might have been deliberately cultivated by Hongjun.

If the Chaos Bell was really left by Hongjun to Taiyi.

Although Taiyi was born with the Chaos Bell in his arms.

But Hongjun appeared much longer than Taiyi. Even if Hongjun did something, Taiyi would not be able to know.

And as he understood,
Although the prehistoric world will definitely not flow according to the veins he knows, but if it follows the original timeline.

After Taiyi's death, the Chaos Bell disappeared.

Many people with great magical powers couldn't find him, not even Tongtian. In the prehistoric world, it seemed that only Hongjun had such magical powers.

"The demon clan and the witch clan are mutually declining... The witch clan is the descendant of Pangu..." Huang Long suddenly realized that Hongjun's layout had already begun to prepare for the future situation.

The Wu Clan is the descendant of Pangu's bloodline and is naturally favored by Pangu's luck. To be honest, the Wu Clan was originally a race favored by the will of the great wilderness.

Once it was born, it quickly spread around with lightning speed, and its footprints spread all over the prehistoric continent. No group of spirits could resist it.

But a demon clan appeared, and the king of this demon clan had the Chaos Bell.

The authentic Pangu didn’t have the three treasures of creation, but a mixed-haired bird did.

There is no inside story here, who would believe it!
Huang Long shook his head, but he didn't want to ruin the situation.

To him, liches must fight.

Otherwise, there would be no chance for him to rise.

"So Dong Wanggong..."

Huang Long remembered that Dong Wanggong was the leader of the male immortals appointed by Hongjun, and even established the Immortal Court with Hongjun's tacit approval.

If the demon clan was Hongjun's plan, then why did Hongjun push Dong Wanggong out?

"Left hand hitting right hand?"

Huang Long thought about it and felt that the amount of information was still too little. He couldn't figure out any useful information. What was involved here?

"Forget it, don't think about it anymore."

Huang Long put all this behind him. When things develop, he will naturally know. This trip into the Starry Sea was also a good gain.

The Purple Star Emperor's Seal is an innate spiritual treasure of the highest grade.

In addition, he has the destiny of Ziwei and the destiny of an emperor.

Longting is his root.

He never said he wanted to be a carefree immortal.

A great force could help him go further on the path.

Whether it is luck or layout, having a force is much better than being alone.

I do not know how long it has been.

Huang Long stood up from the golden lotus, his injuries had already healed.

Although he looked miserable before, his core was not injured, and the Fruit of Creation could easily heal the injury.

Just now.

Mount Buzhou, the pillar of the ancient world, shook slightly.

A hall shaped like a head appeared. It was the Pangu Hall transformed from Pangu's head.

Twelve figures with surging blood and energy rushed straight into the sky. Twelve avenues were like pillars of heaven, appearing in the world and falling behind these twelve figures.

These were the twelve ancestor witches who were born under the Buzhou Mountain.

"witch!"

"witch!"

"witch!"

The corpses of Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Lingshou, Gonggong, Xuanming, Houtu, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Yanzi, and Shebi all rose into the sky, announcing that they were born in the wild.

“Father God, as the authentic descendants of Father God, we, the twelve witch ancestors, inherit the Father God’s destiny and should manage the prehistoric world for Father God. Therefore, we established the witch clan in the name of Father God!

Use Pangu Palace to suppress the Wu clan's luck!"

"From now on, our witch clan will not respect heaven or earth, but only respect our father, God Pangu!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

As the Twelve Ancestral Witches established the Witch Clan with their own righteousness and Pangu's luck, the sky began to shake violently.

A figure filled with infinite aura, seemingly boundless and creating the world, emerged behind the twelve ancestor witches.

(End of this chapter)