ragginovel Chapter 115 Deceiving the Witch Clan
Chapter 115 Deceiving the Witch Clan
Chapter 115 Deceiving the Witch Clan
At that moment, Houtu's voice rang out, causing the brothers, whose minds were in turmoil, to all look at her.
"Little sister, what did you say?" Dijiang and the other ancestral witches looked at Houtu.
"Think about it, where did the River Styx originate from?" Houtu looked at the group of ancestral witches in front of her and analyzed. She felt that she had figured out the truth as well.
"The Netherworld Blood Sea! Everyone knows this." Gonggong said subconsciously.
"Yes, the Netherworld Blood Sea—is the place where the filthy blood in the Father God's belly gathers, and it is also—" Houtu said, but did not continue, but the ancestral witches already understood.
"Then why did the Styx River always use the Blood God Child as its body before this?"
He also refined 480 million Blood God Children, earning him the reputation of "the Blood Sea never dries up, the Styx River never dies," as we all know. Gonggong raised another question.
Ever since Zhu Rong prepared to launch a military campaign against the Styx River, Gonggong had made a point of learning about many things related to the Styx River.
"According to what my elder brother said, his body was surrounded by chaos, so he must be different from us. He does not use evil energy to refine his body, but rather his body is in harmony with chaos. Therefore, his physical body and primordial spirit cultivation are both extremely high."
"It doesn't seem impossible for a physical body capable of controlling chaos to complete its transformation a little late," Xuanming analyzed.
"So, according to this logic, Styx is still our brother?" Zhu Rong looked at the group of Ancestral Witches in front of him and said casually. Could it be that the twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan are going to become the thirteenth Ancestral Witch?
Most of the ancestral witches remained silent.
Could the Styx River be one of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches?
impossible!
For the Wu tribe, compared to their brothers, the Styx River is more like a competitor, similar to the Three Pure Ones, and with a significant advantage.
Even the Pangu Temple has recognized them, which is the best proof!
"Then what should we do? Elder brother, the Pangu Temple must not be lost!" Zhu Jiuyin looked at Dijiang with a worried expression.
He had used the laws of time to find the timeline in which their Wu tribe lost the Pangu Temple from among countless timelines in the primordial world, and clearly, the ending was not good.
The upper limit of the Wu clan is limited by bloodline. It can be said that without the Pangu Temple, the Wu clan would have lost the opportunity to continue to produce great shamans.
With the Heavenly Court still in power, this is certainly not good news.
"Fellow Daoists, everyone is here." Styx's voice, tinged with amusement, reached the ears of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, causing their expressions to change.
"Fellow Daoist Styx, you are the teacher of my Wu Clan. You entered my Pangu Temple, yet you drove the temple's master out of his home. Isn't that far too impolite?" Houtu questioned Styx, who had suddenly appeared.
"It is indeed impolite, but I think Fellow Daoist Houtu and the other Ancestral Witches should not care about this, so I did it this way." Styx looked at Houtu, his smile undiminished.
"What if I said we mind?" Xuanming looked at the Styx River in front of him, his tone icy, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura.
The twelve Ancestral Witches were all filled with rage. Regardless of whether Styx was of Pangu blood or not, such behavior was far too arrogant and showed far too little respect for them, the twelve Ancestral Witches!
If they rush to the Netherworld Blood Sea and drive the Styx River out of the Blood Sea, will the Styx River still be so calm and collected?
"If I were one of you fellow Daoists, I certainly wouldn't mind such a trivial matter. The reason is simple: I would have to think about how to survive when disaster is imminent and annihilation is imminent. How could I have the leisure to care about whether others are impolite?" Styx said with great interest.
"Hmph! I'd like to see who in the entire prehistoric world can bring disaster upon our Wu tribe!" Zhu Rong was furious upon hearing this. He looked at the Styx River in front of him and said angrily.
That's incredibly disrespectful.
"Your reliance is nothing more than that great formation, but unfortunately, it seems that the great formation cannot save you."
Moreover, breaking through that great formation doesn't seem difficult to me. Styx raised his hand, looked at the twelve Ancestral Witches in front of him, and gestured for them to enter the Pangu Temple to continue their discussion.
It's like a warm host welcoming guests from afar.
Styx was not lying to the Wu Clan and the twelve Ancestral Witches before him.
The current Twelve Ancestral Witches are much stronger than those in the original story.
The Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is not only enhanced by their physical cultivation, which is far stronger than before, but also, due to the Earth Immortal Path, their bodies are in harmony with the Buzhou Mountain's earth veins. They can not only draw upon the evil energy of the entire primordial world through the Buzhou Mountain's earth veins to enhance the power of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.
At the same time, since Buzhou Mountain is the spine of Pangu, standing tall and upright, it will undoubtedly further enhance the power of the Pangu phantom summoned by the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation.
However, even so, it depends on who the opponent is.
The current Heavenly Court was created by Styx. How could Styx not know how sinister it is?
Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches were annoyed by Styx's attitude, they were wary of the fact that the control of the Pangu Temple was still in Styx's hands, so they had no choice but to follow.
Upon entering the Pangu Temple, the twelve Ancestral Witches revealed their true forms. This was because the chaos within the Pangu Temple had reached an extreme level, and they needed to manifest their true forms to resist the boundless chaos.
"Styx, what do you mean?"
Putting myself in their shoes, I think we should speak frankly to avoid misunderstandings. Dijiang looked at the Styx River before him, his apprehension reaching an unbearable level.
The Styx River actually knew about the grand formation they were building—their deepest trump card, a trump card that had never been revealed in the primordial world.
The twelve Ancestral Witches each had their own thoughts, but they really didn't know how Styx knew about the existence of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. They couldn't even figure out if Styx was bluffing them or if he really knew.
"With the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation around you, ordinary opponents are no match for you." As soon as Styx finished speaking, Zhu Rong was already furious.
How did you know that!
"How could you possibly know the name of that formation?!" Even within the Witch Clan, at this stage, this is a top secret known only to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Yet, Styx revealed this secret in a single sentence. It was one thing to have sensed that Styx knew before, but it is another to have confirmed that Styx truly knew.
"So, Ancestral Witch Zhurong, is the safety of the entire Witch Clan more important, or is it how I know the name of the formation more important?" Styx asked rhetorically, continuing to try to bring the Twelve Ancestral Witches into his rhythm.
"Rest assured, everyone, this Pangu Temple is still yours. I only need to use the blood pool within the Pangu Temple." As if sensing the worries of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Styx continued.
Anyway, now that he's here, the Twelve Ancestral Witches can't do anything about him and can only watch him use them.