PFC Chapter 250 The Primordial World (7)
Chapter 250 The Primordial World (7)
Wangyou's words were as good as saying nothing at all; it's a classic case of taking the benefits and then denying them.
But what could Zhunti do? He could only watch helplessly as Wangyou left with his Golden Lotus of Merit, and he was plunged into pain once again.
What was most hateful was that he was in so much pain that he wanted to kill himself, while she was cooking something not far from the cave. The aroma wafted in, making him suddenly feel extremely hungry, but he knew very well that the demon would not give him any food.
After eating and drinking their fill, Wangyou, along with Qinglian and Duobao, found a mountain to live in seclusion. There weren't many innate spiritual treasures left in this prehistoric world, so they decided to wait until something interesting happened before venturing out again.
And so, the three of them lived a life of eating and sleeping on the mountain, enjoying themselves immensely.
Spring came and autumn went, year after year passed, and humanity began to take root, sprout, multiply, and thrive on this land. Heaven sensed humanity's potential and began to share some of its fortune with humanity.
Therefore, constant warfare began between human tribes, much like the territorial disputes among different ethnic groups in ancient times.
The three of them ate fruit, watching the world unfold as if they were watching TV, occasionally offering their opinions and comments.
On a whim, Wangyou took a look at the 250 people he had created back then. It was a bit strange. These people seemed to have inherited her lazy nature. While they were fighting for their lives outside, these 250 people found a place with aquatic plants and lived a self-sufficient, secluded life.
Out of curiosity, Wangyou observed more closely and discovered that these people seemed to have quite a few skills activated. As expected of the children she created, they were just as intelligent as she was.
After seeing so much of this, Wangyou inexplicably felt a surge of maternal pride... What the heck!
Wangyou quickly stopped this absurd idea and silently found a storybook for her to put it out of her mind.
"What Master created doesn't seem like a human; it's more like a low-level immortal." Qinglian noticed something was amiss after looking at it for a while.
"Basic stuff. The master is no ordinary person, so it's not surprising that he created an immortal." Duobao said nonchalantly, taking a bite of a potato chip.
“That’s right, Master is the most powerful!” Qinglian thought for a moment and then stopped worrying about it. “But it seems like they’re building a statue of Master!”
“It is indeed the statue of the master. I heard that the human race also built a Nuwa Temple for Nuwa. These people also want to worship the master for generations!” Duobao couldn’t figure it out either.
However, Wangyou and the others don't often observe human affairs, so they don't know many things.
Until one day, Wangyou was suddenly awakened by the heat while sleeping. She walked out of the room, feeling a little tired, and saw ten bright suns overhead.
"No wonder it feels hot inside the barrier. Ten suns! Are these golden crows courting death or have they been tricked?" Wangyou thought irritably, wanting to go on a killing spree.
"Master, from what I've observed, he might be a bit dim-witted," Duobao said weakly.
"what's the situation?"
"It rained a lot in the human world recently, which caused floods. One of the golden crows thought that one sun was too slow, so the ten brothers discussed it and came out together."
"Cough cough cough!" Wangyou spat out a mouthful of juice. "Whose brilliant idea was this? Tell me so I can see."
"It seems to be the tenth Golden Crow, the smallest one. Now they don't want to go back to the Fusang Tree to sleep anymore; they all want to play outside, and that's how it ended up like this." Duobao said helplessly.
"The scene of Hou Yi shooting down the sun, the Golden Crow, a divine beast, it should taste good, but the Golden Crow is just a three-legged crow, and it is said that crow meat is not very tasty, so maybe we should forget about it. Qinglian, send a message to the Witch Clan and tell them to teach these ignorant juniors a lesson." Wangyou yawned.
It's too hot today; it's better to sleep.
"Yes, Master." Qinglian happily replied, and then went to the Witch Clan to deliver the message.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were already bored with their place. If they went to find Hongjun, he would hide in Zixiao Palace and wouldn't come out. If they went out casually, they were afraid of causing trouble and displeasing the ancestor. Now that Qinglian came to deliver the message, they could teach Hongjun's old servant a lesson. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were overjoyed.
He repeatedly assured her that he would handle the matter well, and then excitedly went up to the sky to catch chicks—no, the Golden Crow went there, and even Houtu couldn't resist following him.
The golden crows in the sky, who were competing to see who could emit more heat, were suddenly seized by the scruff of their necks, their divine power locked away. Fortunately, Houtu reminded them, leaving the smallest golden crow to shine on the human world.
Seeing his brothers suffering, the little golden crow dared not radiate any more heat. Only then did it remember to look down at the human world, which had been scorched to a yellowish-brown by his brothers. It seemed he had really gotten himself into big trouble.
The Lingxiao Palace suffered its first major blow. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were warlike by nature, and after so many years of self-cultivation, they were almost depressed. Now that Wangyou had spoken, they had to be taught a lesson.
"Jade Emperor, how do you view your son? The mortal realm has been scorched to ashes by your son, and you, the ruler of the Three Realms, still sit idly by!" Dijiang took the lead and threw a golden crow on the ground.
The Jade Emperor has been supreme for countless years. Ever since Hongjun went into seclusion, he has been the most powerful person in the Heavenly Court. Who dares to speak to him like that?
The Jade Emperor looked up and saw his nine sons lying in front of the palace, with the twelve fierce-looking Ancestral Witches behind them.
The Jade Emperor almost knelt down. This was no joke; these were the Twelve Ancestral Witches, all supreme saints. He might not even be able to defeat one of them. And now twelve of them had appeared. Did they find out about the Dao Ancestor's scheme against the Witch Clan back then?
Do you know you shouldn't have gone to Zixiao Palace to cause trouble? Why did you come to his Lingxiao Palace?
The Jade Emperor's mind raced for a moment, but that didn't stop him from smiling broadly at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"I don't know what my unfilial son has done to warrant your help?"
"Your son has dried up the world, causing widespread suffering and death. We are here on the orders of our ancestors to deal with you. After all, it is the father's fault if his son is not taught!" Dijiang chuckled and rolled up his sleeves, a stick appearing in his hand.
Seeing this, the other Ancestral Witches also pulled out weapons that were more convenient for fighting, and even Houtu pulled out a brick.
"Sister, how did you get that brick?" Zhu Rong couldn't help but ask.
"I secretly saw that the Ancestor used a brick when he beat up Hongjun. I thought it was great, so he made one for me too, and now it's come in handy." Houtu smiled, but she had a cunning look about her.
"Then let's not stand there, let's go!" Dijiang picked up his stick and charged at the Jade Emperor, who hurriedly retaliated.
The Queen Mother of the West rushed over and, finding the Jade Emperor being beaten, joined the fray. In an instant, magical power flew wildly throughout the Heavenly Court.
A battle between sages is no ordinary event.
When he noticed that fire was starting to rise from the direction of the Heavenly Court, Wangyou cast a spell to cover the mortal realm. Even if the city gates are on fire, the innocent bystanders will not be affected.
As for other places, Wangyou estimated that there was nothing to stop them. The demon race was barren, so it wouldn't be affected for a while. As for the others, the Three Pure Ones and the like were saints after all, so protecting their own territory was definitely not a problem. The only problem would be that they were too expensive.