“What kind of plan is that?”
Zhurong was the first to raise doubts. “If crying could get us Father God's marrow, then I, Zhurong, will admit here and now that I'm inferior to Gonggong.”
To Zhurong, this oath was undoubtedly a terrible curse on himself.
Everyone knew that the Wu tribe's water-and-fire dynamic was as pure as it got.
Pure in that they only had eyes for each other; they never targeted any other Ancestral Witches, only each other.
Making Zhurong admit he was inferior to Gonggong?
That was worse than killing him.
As soon as Zhurong finished speaking, Gonggong jumped on the bandwagon—except he backed Xuanjian, not Zhurong.
“Hey.”
Gonggong said, “Since you don't believe Brother Xuanjian, Zhurong, then I, Gonggong, do!”
“I'll put my word on the line today too: if Brother Xuanjian's method really doesn't work, I'll admit I'm inferior to Zhurong!”
The two brothers started bickering again.
Though in a different manner this time.
Bang!
Bang!
The two sisters, Houtu and Xuanming, had simply had enough.
Taking one each, they kicked Zhurong and Gonggong billions of li away.
Xuanming's pretty face was frost-cold, her voice cutting into bones like ice blades. “You two, shut up and be quiet.”
Houtu said, “Brother Xuanjian, do elaborate.”
Xuanjian didn't keep them in suspense either. He explained, “It's simple. What is Mount Zhou? It was transformed from Great God Pangu's spine, bearing Great God Pangu's Great Dao and will. As the direct descendants of Great God Pangu, the twelve Ancestral Witches just need to go before your old father and have a good, ugly cry.
“Especially you two, Houtu and Xuanming. The harder you cry, the better. We're betting on whether Great God Pangu will soften his heart.
“If Great God Pangu softens his heart, everyone's happy.
“If he doesn't, you won't lose anything either.”
Initially, when they heard Xuanjian's method was “crying,” the eleven Ancestral Witches were somewhat skeptical.
However, after hearing the detailed execution plan, the more they pondered it, the more feasible it seemed.
Having just returned, Zhurong's heart skipped a beat.
Oh, crap!
“What Brother Xuanjian said... actually has a high chance of working,” Zhujiuyin remarked.
Dijiang made the final decision. “Good! Once we finish searching the mountain for Brother Xuanjian, the twelve of us will go together to the summit of Mount Zhou to pray for Father God's grace!”
“Agreed.”
“Hahaha, how come we didn't think of this method before?”
“That's because you're stupid and not as resourceful as Brother Xuanjian.”
“Hehe, true.”
Thus, the 【Plan to Cry at the Mountain】 was finalized.
...
At the same time.
At the boundary between Beyond-Heaven and the Taigu Star Sea.
The Three Thousand Red Dust Guests who had listened to the sermon in Zixiao Palace were returning to Honghuang one after another.
Many cultivators had ventured toward Beyond-Heaven.
Among them were Golden Immortals, Taiyi Golden Immortals, and Daluo Golden Immortals, but very few were truly capable of traversing Beyond-Heaven to reach Zixiao Palace.
Daluo Golden Immortals traversed it using their sheer cultivation.
A few Taiyi Golden Immortals barely managed to reach it by relying on the power of spiritual treasures.
Only those Taiyi Golden Immortals and Golden Immortals without spiritual treasures could only stare helplessly.
Some cultivators wanted to risk it and try.
And trying meant dying.
Without exception, all these cultivators who tried to gamble were obliterated by the Chaos Astral Winds of Beyond-Heaven.
Their true spirits vanished into silence, falling forever into the Blood Sea.
In the end, only three thousand cultivators actually arrived outside Zixiao Palace.
Now, three thousand years had passed.
The First Sermon had concluded, and the listening cultivators departed one after another.
A dark-yellow pagoda shook off showers of merit. Combined with dark-yellow rays of light, it formed a thin golden barrier protecting three Daoists within. World-opening runes and dark-yellow Dao markings flickered in and out of sight, blocking all of Beyond-Heaven's Chaos Astral Winds—winds capable of eroding flesh, melting bones, and annihilating Essence Souls.
They were none other than the Three Purities of Kunlun!
Legend had it that the Three Purities were transformed from Pangu's Essence Soul. Regardless of background or pedigree, no one in Honghuang could match them.
When the three Daoists of the Three Purities crossed Beyond-Heaven and reached the Taigu Star Sea, all three suddenly paused. Facing the center of the world of Honghuang, their expressions grew solemn, tinged with a bit of confusion.
“Eldest Brother, Second Brother.”
Daoist Tongtian spoke first. “Just now, a sudden flash of insight struck my heart. I felt that an opportunity awaits me at Mount Zhou.”
Yuanshi Tianzun also nodded. “I share the same feeling as Third Brother. Could another supreme treasure be coming into the world?”
This feeling was not unfamiliar to the three of them.
They had experienced it once back during the Dragon-Han Tribulation.
At that time, while traveling through Honghuang, they had felt a sudden flash of insight upon approaching Mount Zhou.
When they found the item closely tied to them, it turned out to be a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Root!
The three brothers split it up, each obtaining a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.
This time, another flash of insight?
This was bound to be a great opportunity!
“Let's go and take a look,” Taiqing Laozi, standing in the middle, said calmly.
They were not the only ones to feel this induction.
Two divine Golden Crow birds cried out. Sweeping through the sky wrapped in vast Solar True Fire, they flapped their wings, turned around, and flew toward Mount Zhou.
The Crows transformed into rainbows, traversing billions of li in an instant.
Two light beams—one red, one bright yellow—flew together.
Surrounded by the Laws of Creation and Heavenly Secrets, the brother and sister shared a glance before also setting off.
It could be said that among the Three Thousand Red Dust Guests, the Innate Sacred Beings heading to Mount Zhou were undoubtedly among the absolute top figures.
With these few heading to the same place at once, the other Innate Sacred Beings immediately became interested.
“Could a great opportunity be emerging?”
Zhunti and Jieyin in patched Daoist robes, Ancestor Minghe riding his top-grade vehicle, Kunpeng—the only one in existence—and Duke of the East and Queen Mother of the West, transformed from the Innate Extreme Yin Qi and Innate Extreme Yang Qi...
And more.
A crowd of Daluo immortals and Innate Sacred Beings all headed toward Mount Zhou as if by tacit agreement.
Over at Mount Zhou.
As those “fated ones” drew closer and closer, on the mountainside of Mount Zhou, a certain innate grand array—which had hidden its presence and isolated heavenly secrets—shattered with a roar. Seven-colored light shot into the sky, accompanied by a thick, pervading life aura, ten thousand rays of spiritual light, and dense treasure aura.
Looking at where the innate grand array had been, an immortal vine was growing against the mountain. Its lush green, life-filled vines draped across the entire cliff face, dripping with green, brimming with vitality, and exuding an overwhelmingly rich spiritual root aura. It was already fully mature.
Hanging on the main stem of this immortal vine were seven small gourds of seven different colors.
The first was a purple-red gourd.
The second was a purple-gold gourd.
The third was a purple-yellow gourd.
The fourth was a purple-white gourd.
The fifth was a purple-green gourd.
The sixth was a purple-blue gourd.
The seventh was a purple-black gourd.
Although the seven gourds grew on the same vine, the Great Dao Laws contained within each were completely different.
The first six gourds were plump and rounded, containing Innate Indestructible Divine Light within, already fully formed.
Only the seventh purple-black gourd was a circle smaller compared to the other six.
Clearly, it had not yet fully formed.
The Innate Gourd Vine emerges!
With the innate grand array shattered, the phenomenon of the Innate Gourd Vine's emergence could no longer be concealed.
Xuanjian and the eleven Ancestral Witches, who were closest to it, locked onto its position immediately.
Xuanjian said, “It has appeared! Let's go!”
Xuanjian took the lead, his 【Fifty-Fifty with Anyone】 ability having remained active from beginning to end.
Dijiang called out, “Summon Shebishi! It looks like we have a tough battle ahead!”
“Hahaha, I hope the newcomers aren't too weak, or this will be far too boring!”
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