darknovel Chapter 116 Heavenly Tribulation
Chapter 116 Heavenly Tribulation
Chapter 116 Heavenly Tribulation
"As you all should know, the demon Emperor Jun and the Three Pure Ones have now established the Heavenly Court in the Thirty-Three Heavens. The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa are all wielding the Primordial Purple Qi, and they are all future sages."
"Once they become saints, it's not hard to guess what the future of the primordial world will be like. I wonder how the Witch Clan plans to survive under the rule of the Heavenly Court?" Styx asked, looking at the twelve Ancestral Witches before him.
Upon hearing this, most of the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not take it to heart, but the wise and resourceful ones among them, such as Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu, were all filled with worry.
Although it is unknown when the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa will become saints, people will have immediate worries if they do not have long-term concerns. This is undoubtedly something they need to consider.
"Fellow Daoist Dijiang wouldn't expect to use the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation to eradicate the demons completely, would he? I advise you to abandon that idea. The Dao Ancestor will not allow his disciples to perish, just as he appeared in the Thirty-Three Heavens before to stop you fellow Daoists from exterminating the demon race," Styx continued.
"Haven't you always been loyal to the Dao Ancestor?" Xuanming asked tentatively, looking at the Styx River before him.
"Isn't my current behavior a sign of utmost loyalty to the Dao Ancestor?" Styx smiled indifferently.
"If I remember correctly, Fellow Daoist Styx and the three Pure Ones don't seem to have a very good relationship."
If they become saints, how will Fellow Daoist Styx conduct himself?
We have pondered Styx's question for a long time, but we really don't have any good ideas. Why don't you share your thoughts, Styx, so we can take a look?
"Even if it's your reward for borrowing our Wu Clan's Pangu Temple, how about it?" Houtu looked at the Styx River in front of her and continued.
Houtu's implication was certainly not that she wanted to use the Styx's use of the Blood Pool as a cause and effect to get Styx to come up with a plan.
Her words were meant to tell Styx that once the Three Pure Ones become saints, they will surely settle their past grievances. At that time, do you think Styx will feel good?
Since we share a common hatred for the enemy, let's be less calculating and more straightforward.
After all, when it comes to using their brains, the Wu tribe really can't outwit the Styx, a fact that Houtu admits.
Since even the Three Pure Ones, renowned for their cunning, couldn't outsmart the person before them, there was no need for them to even try.
"I will definitely become a saint before the Three Pure Ones, so it seems that the Three Pure Ones need to be wary of me, rather than me being wary of them."
"If, and I mean if, the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches could be combined into one, then even if they weren't saints, they wouldn't be far off. However, I'm certain that you brothers are so close that you won't resort to this method." Styx looked at the Ancestral Witches before him and continued.
Styx's meaning is also very simple. In this game of the prehistoric world, it's just a matter of how much he wins. Even if the Three Pure Ones become saints and the Heavenly Court unifies the prehistoric world, he will only win a little less.
A game requires resources. In the current situation, the Wu tribe is bound to lose, but the Styx tribe may not!
"I think Fellow Daoist Styx did not come here today specifically to mock us. Although our Wu clan is proud, Fellow Daoist Styx is a 'Wizard' whom we acknowledge and who enjoys the fortune of our Wu clan."
"Furthermore, when Fellow Daoist Styx wanted to borrow our Wu Clan's Pangu Temple, we did not refuse him entry—" Di Jiang paused at this point.
There was no other way; this was purely a forced attempt to save face. After all, if he could, Dijiang would never have allowed the Styx River to behave like this inside the Pangu Temple.
Even now, inside the Pangu Temple, if it weren't for the protection of the Styx River by the will of Pangu, which could expel them from the Pangu Temple at any time, Dijiang wouldn't be able to guarantee that he wouldn't be unable to resist taking action.
However, Dijiang held back.
"I wonder how Fellow Daoist Styx can teach me?" Dijiang asked, looking at Styx before him.
At the same time, there is another reason why they are willing to be so polite to the Styx.
At this moment, in the hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, whose eyes were not yet blinded by the calamity, the Father God was supreme and all-encompassing. Although they would never relinquish their current fortune, the great merits left by Pangu in creating the world, or even the true lineage of Pangu to anyone, if the Styx River was also formed from Pangu's essence and blood, possessed Pangu's bloodline, and even had a primordial spirit that their Witch Clan lacked—
Because of Pangu, Dijiang felt that he should also be more polite to the Styx.
After all, people can't lie to their own hearts. They know that the pride of the true Pangu lineage can be displayed in front of anyone, but not necessarily in front of the Styx River.
"To be honest, I'm not confident about facing four future sages. However, I think we can agree on one thing: no matter what crisis lies ahead, there is only one choice: to keep going!"
What I hope for, of course, is that all living beings in the primordial world can prosper and flourish, that countless eons may never come, and that all living beings may enjoy boundless blessings in the future. As the "true descendants of Pangu," I think that you ancestral witches should also achieve this.
"So let's walk together with this hope." Styx looked at Dijiang, who had taken the bait, and the other Ancestral Witches, and smiled gently.
Before long, a thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Jumang, Zhurong, Rushou, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and other ancestral witches gathered together with the Styx River in the endless Buzhou Mountains.
"Is what you say really feasible?" Xuanming looked at the River Styx before him and asked with great interest.
"Fellow Daoists, you are all born with many laws, which should naturally be your authority. What do you think, Ancestral Witches?" Styx asked, looking at the Ancestral Witches before him.
"No problem." Shebishi nodded.
"If this matter can truly be accomplished, then we will owe you a great debt of karma!" Jumang looked at Styx and said in the same way.
"Let's begin, brothers!" Zhu Rong's body was engulfed in flames as he began to sense the power of the primordial world with the power of the Law of Victory. He had already revealed his true form as an Ancestral Witch, and his physical body, which was already at the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, was tens of thousands of feet tall and exuded a murderous aura.
Meanwhile, the seven ancestral witches were divided into two teams. One team consisted of Jumang, Zhurong, Rushou, and Xuanming, while the other team consisted of Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and a blood god child from the Styx River.
The method that Styx taught the Wu tribe was quite simple: to organize the seasons, thus transforming the originally chaotic weather of the primordial world into spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Jumang, Zhurong, Rushou, and Xuanming were respectively the spring, summer, autumn, and winter of mythology.
The gods of summer, autumn, and winter, if they are willing to use their own laws to sort out the seasons and create the four seasons, that would be a great merit, enough to elevate their cultivation to another level.
At the same time, they can also wield power over the four seasons, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.
Of course, the Styx River, which guided them in establishing their principles, also received considerable merit from the Heavenly Dao.
Meanwhile, the Styx River was eyeing the Heavenly Tribulation.