"The Ancestral Shaman requests your presence." Gonggong, having received the report from the guard, was also curious to know what the renowned wise shaman Qunfeng of the tribe wanted to see him about.
In the center of the main hall, a tall man with blue hair, about eighteen feet in length, sat high on the throne of the Ancestral Witch. His face was wild and arrogant, and two serpentine breaths emanated from his nostrils and mouth. This was none other than Gonggong, the Water God.
"This humble sorcerer, Qunfeng, greets the Ancestral Sorcerer Gonggong." Qunfeng bowed his head and prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to look up at Gonggong, and said loudly.
"Qunfeng, what do you have to say to me in person? If it is a trivial matter, do not blame me..." Gonggong's voice rang out like thunder, scaring Qunfeng half to death. The Ancestral Witch was indeed too terrifying.
"I have a matter of great importance concerning the future of the Witch Clan to report," Qunfeng said, having no choice but to speak up for the sake of the Witch Clan.
Gonggong, who had been indifferent, suddenly became interested after hearing Qunfeng's words. He figured that Qunfeng wouldn't dare lie to him, so it must be something important. "Rise and tell me in detail what concerns the future of the Wu tribe."
Upon hearing this, Qunfeng lowered his head and stood up, feeling a cold sweat running down his back. "A few days ago, I learned that the demon race has recently mastered a new great formation called the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation, which can gather the power of the stars in the heavens, comparable to my Wu clan's Du Tian Shen Sha Great Formation. Moreover, the demon race now has another sage, Nuwa. Judging from the strength of Dao Ancestor Hongjun last time, I'm afraid that sage Nuwa is quite powerful and a major threat. My Wu clan has no way to quickly increase its strength, and the situation is truly precarious."
After speaking, Qunfeng cautiously glanced at Gonggong's expression. Seeing that Gonggong also looked worried, he knew that Gonggong agreed with his statement and breathed a sigh of relief. He continued, "The great enemy of our Wu clan is the demon clan. In the last great war, if it weren't for Dao Ancestor Hongjun's intervention, our Wu clan would have unified the prehistoric world long ago. Hongjun once said that the Wu and demon clans should not fight again for ten thousand years, and after ten thousand years, he would no longer interfere. I suppose Hongjun will also restrain Nuwa from participating in the war."
Gonggong, being the god of water, had a temper like water, sometimes calm and sometimes furious. Upon hearing Qunfeng's words, he was immediately intrigued. Qunfeng was indeed a wise man of his tribe, and his discussion of the power of the lich and demon was extremely clear and reasonable.
"Tell me in detail."
"During my travels through the primordial world, I witnessed a strange phenomenon," Qunfeng began to recount his observations. "The races created by Nuwa are truly fascinating. Many humans have been brutally slaughtered by the demon race, and their vengeful spirits, filled with rage, have transformed into vengeful ghosts. These ghosts are often incredibly ferocious, and when they gather together, they devour the primordial spirits of their enemies and absorb their essence. I observed that while each individual ghost is weak and insignificant, if they were to gather in thousands upon thousands, their power would likely shake the heavens and earth, and they could easily annihilate gods and demons. Moreover, most demons cultivate their primordial spirits, making it extremely difficult for them to resist such malevolent beings, which is their greatest weakness." As Qunfeng spoke, he slightly raised his head to look at Gonggong, afraid that he might say something wrong and needlessly offend this ancestral witch.
Upon hearing this, Gonggong was overjoyed. What Zhou had said was truly a good thing. If he could really collect countless such ferocious creatures, he would probably have the upper hand during the war between the Lich King and the Demon King.
"Gathering Winds, is what you have seen and heard truly so? If there is even the slightest inaccuracy, do not blame me for being ruthless."
Seeing that Gonggong had begun to believe them, Qunfeng was overjoyed. The final decision regarding the affairs of the Wu tribe wasn't up to them, the shamans; it was up to the ancestral shamans. For this matter to succeed, Gonggong needed to personally consult with the other ancestral shamans.
"Every word Qunfeng said is true, not a single word is false. I observe that the human ghosts are violent. If we use the secret methods of the Witch Clan to create a Soul-Gathering Banner, and use the banner as a guide to gather the souls of thousands of fierce ghosts, when the Witch Clan fights the Demon Clan, our Witch Clan can use the true form of Pangu to restrain the Demon Clan's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, and then release the Soul-Gathering Banner into the air, it will probably kill thousands of miles in an instant. These fierce ghosts are formless and colorless, and cannot be destroyed by ordinary spells. Moreover, with so many ghosts, how can the Demon Clan have the power to fight back?" Qunfeng began to explain his specific plan.
Upon hearing Qunfeng's description, Gonggong's face twitched slightly, then he burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, Qunfeng, you truly deserve to be called the wisest among our people. This plan is brilliant, brilliant indeed!" Thinking of how he could use the Soul-Gathering Banner to release the souls of vengeful ghosts and easily crush and kill the demon race, Gonggong was overjoyed and filled with delight.
"What you have just said must not be uttered to anyone else. It may come out of your mouth, but it must enter my ears! Otherwise..." Gonggong paused, feeling that he should reward him handsomely. He then called in a priest and said in a clear voice, "By the decree of the Water God: From now on, the position of High Priest of the Shaman of my Water God tribe shall be held by Qunfeng. Qunfeng must be grateful to the Ancestral Shaman, perform his duties well, and bless the brothers of the tribe."
"Thank you, thank you, Ancestral Witch!!! Qunfeng will certainly do his utmost to contribute his meager strength to the great prosperity of our Witch Clan." Upon hearing this, Qunfeng was overjoyed. He had already conveyed the plans he had made for the Witch Clan to the Ancestral Witch, but unexpectedly, he had also been granted the position of High Priest of the Ancestral Witch Tribe, which would surely bring him immense prestige in the future.
Six Lich Slaughter
After Gonggong dismissed Qunfeng, he hurriedly sent a message to summon all the ancestral witches to gather at the Pangu Palace. This Pangu Palace was built by the 12 ancestral witches, and no one else was allowed to enter except for the 12 ancestral witches; it was very mysterious. Dijiang arrived first, and as soon as Dijiang arrived, Gonggong went up to him and shouted, "Brother, good news, good news!"
"Gonggong, why did you summon me so urgently? What good news is it?" Dijiang asked in surprise.
"Haha, that's indeed good news. But let me keep you in suspense for now, and we'll talk about it when the other brothers arrive." Gonggong laughed loudly, and Dijiang said, "You rascal, you've learned to keep quiet now. Alright, we'll talk about it when they arrive."
Dijiang's wingspan was 240,000 li, so he arrived first. The other ancestral witches were not far behind and arrived in no time. Zhurong was the most fiery and often quarreled with Gonggong because of the opposition between water and fire. As soon as he arrived, he shouted, "Gonggong, what is it that made us rush here so quickly? If you don't have something important to say, don't blame me for turning my back on you."
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