Chapter 171 Searched High but Not Found, Then Obtained Effortlessly
"If anything happens to my nine brothers, my father will never forgive the Witch Clan." Little Ten spread its wings and flew into the sky, throwing itself into Taiyi's arms as he rushed over. "Uncle, they bullied me! Ninth Brother and the others are all gone! If Chang Hao hadn't arrived, I would have been dead too..."
Taiyi was shocked and, without bothering to argue with Dijiang, carried Xiaoshi around searching for his other nine nephews. However, in the vast prehistoric world, not only was there no little golden crow, but not even a single golden crow feather was found.
"Chang Hao, have you discovered anything?" Taiyi looked panicked and his face was pale.
"There are three people involved at the scene. Their auras are mixed, making it difficult to determine their identities for now. Finding the Golden Crow is the priority; we can discuss the rest later." Chang Hao hadn't expected that even with his personal intervention, he still couldn't save the little Golden Crow. Was it truly an inescapable fate?
"I'll go to Kunlun Mountain to borrow the Haotian Mirror from Yuanshi. As long as the little golden crow is still alive, it will surely be able to appear in the mirror." Chang Hao immediately thought of the Haotian Mirror's wonderful uses, and before Taiyi could react, he turned around and flew towards Kunlun.
"I'm counting on you for everything..." Taiyi had no other choice but to place his hopes on Chang Hao.
Dijiang and Houtu questioned Houyi and learned what had happened. Dijiang was so angry that he slapped Houyi away with one palm, saying, "You wretched child, look at the things you've done!"
"Brother, please calm down. Hou Yi isn't usually like this. There must be some misunderstanding." Hou Tu's mind was in turmoil as she racked her brains trying to figure out how this had happened.
Little did they know that the Demon Ancestor's attack was not something that could be easily countered.
Rahu's demonic energy is all-pervasive, permeating the entire Witch Clan. As long as one's mind is flawed, it can exploit any weakness, making it terrifying.
"Hou Yi had long harbored resentment over the death of Kuafu and had been spreading the story among his clan, which aroused righteous indignation among the clansmen who were unaware of the truth."
"This is definitely an attempt to stir up trouble, putting the Wu Clan in a very difficult position without any consideration for their plight. Now, they've even dragged Changqin down with them. I will exterminate him from the clan!" Dijiang roared, his grief over the loss of his son making him unable to remain calm.
"Exterminate the clan? You wish! Do you think you can absolve your witch clan of all responsibility?" Di Jun's eyes were bloodshot. Of his ten sons, nine were missing, their fates unknown. If he had known this would happen, why would he have bothered with any talk of governing with virtue? He was never that kind of person.
“Dijiang, you yourself once said, ‘A father should not act perversely, and a son should not act rebelliously.’ Now, how do you expect me to believe that this was done by Hou Yi alone and not at your instigation? A ruler should not act perversely, and a son should not act rebelliously, is that right, Dijiang?”
Houtu was speechless, but had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to persuade her two fathers, who were unable to calm down, "Dijiang, Dijun, both of you, calm down. There must be some misunderstanding."
"My son has suffered such a calamity, and the blood debt must be repaid with blood." Di Jun was completely unable to calm down. His two clans had a deep-seated grudge, and a battle was inevitable sooner or later. Why should he worry about so much?
"Someone, pass down the order: assemble the demon army and slaughter the witch clan..."
Fuxi bit his lip, ultimately refraining from uttering any words of advice. "Yes, I will go immediately." Filled with remorse, he went to make the arrangements. If it weren't for him, how could the little golden crow have perished?
"Oh no!" Houtu's heart sank. This battle was inevitable, and they had no choice but to face it. "Gonggong, go and tell the Wu tribe's men to prepare for battle."
"Alright, Houtu, protect our elder brother. I'll be right back." Gonggong rushed back to his clan's territory...
"Di Jun, don't push your luck! My son died at your son's hands. How will you repay this blood debt?" Di Jiang, also grieving the loss of his son, glanced at Di Jun and stared at the little golden crow in Tai Yi's hand.
"Don't falsely accuse my son. This was all caused by Hou Yi of your clan." Di Jun's anger was burning with reason.
“If it weren’t for the fact that your son, at such a young age, wields a powerful innate spiritual treasure, how could my son have ended up like this…”
"Go to hell..."
Dijiang suddenly rushed towards Taiyi. Dijiang controlled space and speed, and in the next moment he reached out to grab Xiao Shi. No matter what, his son died at the hands of this little golden crow, so this little golden crow must die!
Taiyi narrowly missed its target as it smashed the bell towards Dijiang. Seeing this, Dijun's last shred of reason crumbled. Upon Xihe's arrival, he immediately ordered, "Set up the Zhou Tian Star Array..."
Xihe swept her gaze across the assembled witch clan members. The presiding official, Taiyin Xing, remained silent. How dare they bully her son! She wouldn't let them get away with it.
At Di Jun's command, the demon generals immediately erected 365 Great Zhou Heavenly Star Banners, while the well-trained demon soldiers each erected Small Zhou Heavenly Star Banners, totaling 14,800. Once the Star Banners connected with the power of the stars, a murderous aura immediately arose, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.
Di Jun and Xi He took charge of the two key points of the Sun and Moon formations. As soon as the killing formation was activated, they immediately sharpened their swords and charged towards the Wu tribe.
They weren't so kind as to wait for the witch clan to be ready.
Once the killing formation was activated, the Wu tribe's encampment was turned into a sea of blood. After much difficulty, the twelve ancestral witches finally gathered together and immediately launched the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.
A colossal giant rose from the ground, towering into the sky. Those engaged in the battle and those secretly observing were all stunned, exclaiming, "The Great God Pangu..."
"sky……"
As soon as Pangu's physical body appeared, he swung his giant palm at the Zhou Tian Star Array, and the Star Banner swayed wherever the palm wind passed.
Di Jun's pupils constricted. Was this the Wu Clan's trump card? The true form of Pangu, impervious to swords and spears and immune to all magic, its power was so immense.
Taiyi held the bell and faced the true form of Pangu. The Eastern Emperor Bell rang, and the heavens and earth shook.
"So noisy..." Gonggong shook his head irritably, and the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation showed signs of collapse.
"Gonggong, calm down." Houtu was truly exasperated with her brothers. It was one thing for them not to be focused when practicing formations, but at crucial moments, they still let her down.
Taiyi clashed palms with the true form of Pangu, and his blood and qi surged. Taiyi smiled bitterly, wondering if he had pushed himself too hard. Although he had proven his Dao through force and was only a hair's breadth away from becoming a saint, that hair's breadth was a world of difference.
However, after the palm strike, one arm of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation briefly appeared in the form of an Ancestral Witch before immediately reverting to its original form.
Taiyi immediately seized the opportunity; their coordination was flawed, and they weren't invincible—that was good...
The Wu and Yao tribes fought a bloody battle near Buzhou Mountain. Chang Hao turned around and wanted to help. It was the true form of Pangu. He wondered if Taiyi and Dijun could withstand it.
As soon as he turned around, Chang Hao was dragged from the prehistoric world to Zixiao Palace by Hongjun.
The familiar spot, the familiar embrace, the familiar person—Chang Hao angrily pushed Hongjun's arm away. "I'm busy right now... I have to go."
Hongjun presented the Demon Refining Pot as a treasure, saying, "You don't need to go. Nine is the number, and I have captured nine little golden crows."
Inside the Demon Refining Pot, nine little golden crows were fast asleep.
Chang Hao was dumbfounded, "You...you...you..."
"What? I saw you were busy, so I kindly helped you get it. It took quite a bit of effort. Zhunti and Yangmei were all eyeing the little golden crow covetously. If it weren't for me, the golden crow would probably be dead by now." Hongjun said, taking credit.
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