“Ah?”
Xuanjian was taken aback by the words, pointing at himself as he said, “I... do I have to kneel too?”
“Of course,” Zhurong said as a matter of fact. “Not only do you have to kneel, but you also have to cry. Hurry, come over! When the time comes, Father God will definitely bless you too.”
As Zhurong spoke, the other eleven Ancestral Witches paused their weeping and turned their eyes toward Xuanjian in unison.
Houtu, in particular, looked at him with an eager and expectant gaze, as if desperately hoping Xuanjian would kneel and cry alongside them.
“Uh...”
After merely hesitating for two and a half seconds, Xuanjian made his decision. “Kneel! Cry!”
Kneeling to Great God Pangu was nothing to be ashamed of.
What if? What if it actually awakened Great God Pangu's will and led to a bestowal of Pangu Marrow?
One had to remember that Xuanjian himself suffered from an innate defect.
If he could truly obtain Pangu Marrow, his innate defect would be effortlessly resolved!
“Great God Pangu! Us brothers have it so hard! If not for the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art You passed down to me, us brothers wouldn't even have the technique beyond the Sixth Revolution! Hard, it's just too hard!”
Xuanjian got into character instantly.
He cried with such mournful desolation, such agonizing heartbreak, that he put even Zhunti and Jieyin to shame.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were completely stunned.
Wait, the father who died is ours, not yours. Why are you crying even more passionately than us?
Yet, infected by Xuanjian's emotion, a fresh wave of grief washed over the Ancestral Witches, and they burst into loud wails once again.
Xuanjian wasn't wrong about one thing.
They, the Ancestral Witches, truly had it hard.
Not only were their innate Essence Souls obliterated, but even the passed-down Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was an incomplete fragment.
At the thought of this, the Ancestral Witches cried with even greater sorrow.
“Oh, my Father God!”
Houtu bowed her head, her eyes rimmed with red. Her shoulders quivered, and suppressed sobs issued from her throat. Before she could even speak, a wave of soreness surged up her nose, and her feelings of grievance could no longer be contained. She leaned forward to embrace the earth, as though doing so allowed her to nestle directly into her father's arms.
“Father God, I... I miss You! Honghuang isn't nice to us Ancestral Witches at all! Take us away with You, waaaaah!”
As the older sister, Xuanming tried her best to hold back her tears. Yet the more she suppressed them, the more overwhelmed by grievance she became. Tears welled up in her eyes, trembling on the brink of falling, as she choked out, “Father God...”
Xuanming and Houtu were the ultimate knockout combo.
Houtu flawlessly embodied the image and emotion of a wronged little daughter missing her father.
Xuanming portrayed an elder sister striving to stay strong before her younger sister, yet ultimately succumbing to her own deep grievances.
Xuanjian was utterly flabbergasted. Huh? Did you two graduate from acting school?
However, this was no act; it was a genuine outflow of emotion. Houtu and Xuanming truly felt wronged, and they genuinely missed their father—Pangu.
At this time in Honghuang, the world's origin was thriving, the realm stable and prosperous. The heavenly pillar, Mount Zhou, remained complete, and Great God Pangu's residual will lay asleep within Mount Zhou's depths.
And now, living beings were weeping at the peak of Mount Zhou.
Guided by the power of bloodlines, Pangu's will quietly awakened.
At this moment, heaven and earth froze; time and space stood still. All Daos and spells paled into insignificance before the magnificent deity's will that had created Honghuang.
Along with the awakening of Great God Pangu's will, His Great Dao began to manifest, suppressing Honghuang and towering over the universe and all heavens. Even the hidden Great Dao turned its attention toward this place.
As for the Heavenly Dao... it was currently trembling in fear.
This was the absolute suppression of a father over his son.
When Great God Pangu's will awakened, especially upon seeing His two little cabbages weeping so aggrievedly, He was instantly deeply moved.
Pangu's will swept across Honghuang, ignoring the layer upon layer of blockades from the Time Great Dao, looking down upon the past and future in absolute supremacy.
In the past: He saw the entire process of the Twelve Ancestral Witches being eroded by Innate Fiend Celestial Qi and Earthly Turbid Qi during their gestation, wiping out their Essence Souls.
In the future: He saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches trapped in tribulations, fighting to the death against His other children, ultimately perishing with their Daos destroyed.
The four children of the Solar and Lunar Stars: three dead, one injured.
The twelve children formed from His Essence Blood: ten dead, one injured, one incomplete.
Such an outcome—how tragic it was!
However... in that future, there was no sign of Xuanjian.
Pangu's will noticed Xuanjian, who was worshipping Him alongside the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
With His supreme capability, He saw through Xuanjian's origin in a single glance.
The Luobao Gold Coin?
The Luobao Gold Coin, which was supposed to emerge as an anomalous treasure in the far distant future, has not only emerged early, but has even taken on an Innate Dao Body to walk Honghuang.
Interesting, truly interesting.
Pangu's will thought, “The Great Dao has fifty, Heaven derives forty-nine, which are fixed fates that cannot be altered. The one that escaped is the variable. This child's origin is extraordinary, mysterious to the point where even I cannot see through it completely. With him around, variables are infinite. Perhaps... starting from this moment, Honghuang will become entirely different from the future I saw.”
Withdrawing His gaze from Xuanjian, Pangu's will turned its attention back to His twelve children.
Especially upon seeing Houtu weeping while embracing the earth of Mount Zhou, Pangu's will released a deep sigh. “Sigh...”
The long sigh resonated far and wide.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and Xuanjian all heard it clearly.
“Father God!”
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were beside themselves with excitement, tears streaming down their faces. “Father God, is that You?”
“Come back, Father God! We miss You so much!”
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Mount Zhou trembled violently as earth veins roared, furious thunder rolled, and mountain clouds churned into golden mists and auspicious haze. Ten thousand Daos hummed in unison as the resonant sounds of the Great Dao cleansed all heavens and the universe.
Standing at the peak of Mount Zhou, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Xuanjian were the most sensitive to this shaking.
“What's happening?”
“Why is Mount Zhou shaking so violently?”
“Could Father God be coming out?”
“Look! It's not Father God coming out—something is coming out from deep within Mount Zhou!”
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and Xuanjian looked together.
They saw thirteen vast, star-like entities rising from within Mount Zhou, swirling with boundless creation aura as a majestic tide of Chaos aura swept across heaven and earth.
Those were not thirteen stars!
They were warm, translucent marrows as massive as stars!
Pangu Marrow!
Emerging from Mount Zhou's depths, the Pangu Marrow hovered above the heads of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Xuanjian. Creation aura flowed ceaselessly, surrounded by chains of ten thousand Dao rules, though all served merely as foils to the Pangu Marrow itself.
The marrow possessed a milky-white golden luster, resembling mutton-fat jade or flowing liquid, perfectly round like a full moon. Golden world-opening patterns flickered subtly on its surface, enveloped in an undying Pangu Dao charm. Strands of divine creation light cascaded downward, wrapped in dense white qi bursting with vibrant life force.
Floating in midair, enveloped in swirling haze with flickering Dao patterns, the marrow exuded an ancient, boundless pressure of Pangu's origin.
“This is... this is Father God's Marrow!?”
“It actually worked!”
“Thank You, Father God, for bestowing this treasure! Thank You for Your mercy!”
“Hahaha! With Father God's Marrow, we Ancestral Witches can also generate Essence Souls! Let's see who dares call our Wu tribe mindless brutes after this!”
The thirteen pieces of Pangu Marrow descended one after another, transforming into streaks of light that shot toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Xuanjian.
As they flew, the star-sized pieces of Pangu Marrow shrank rapidly. By the time they reached the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Xuanjian, they were only the size of a palm.
The intent of Pangu's will was crystal clear.
One for each person. Every kid gets one. No one leaves empty-handed.
After bestowing the Pangu Marrow, Pangu's residual will gradually faded into silence.
The frozen heaven and earth and stagnant time and space returned to normal.
Nothing seemed to have changed.
Except that the pressure of Pangu's Great Dao upon Mount Zhou was now thirty percent stronger than before.
"Alright."
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