txolops Chapter 23 Befriending the Witch Clan Powerhouse
Chapter 23 Befriending the Witch Clan Powerhouse
The somber atmosphere in front of the Wanhe tribe eased slightly.
Many of the Wu tribe members looked at Mo Yuan with calmer eyes, no longer displaying the same fear and murderous intent they had shown at the beginning.
At that moment, the earth trembled slightly and emitted a heavy rumbling sound.
Three figures appeared before Mo Yuan, each several feet tall and exuding a powerful aura.
"The chief warrior, the shaman, and the healer are all at the early stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. The foundation of the Wanhe tribe has indeed exceeded my expectations, which is enough to show the strength of the Wu tribe as one of the three overlords of the prehistoric world."
"There are countless Wu tribes. If every tribe had a Wu tribe expert at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, then the total number would be far more than a hundred thousand or a million."
"Great Luo Immortals are everywhere, and Golden Immortals are no better than dogs! This statement is absolutely true. Only by seeing a wider world can one know that the powerful beings in the prehistoric world are as numerous as clouds, like carp crossing a river."
As Mo Yuan looked at the three figures, he sighed inwardly.
The Wu tribe occupies an area of hundreds of millions of miles around Buzhou Mountain and expands outwards to the four continents from Buzhou Mountain as its center. The Wanhe tribe is one of the many tribes close to Buzhou Mountain, so it is reasonable that its chief warrior, shaman, and healer are more powerful.
After all, the closer they got to Buzhou Mountain, the stronger the Wu tribe became, making the Wanhe tribe seem insignificant in comparison.
"Mo Yuan of the Qilin Clan greets the three fellow Daoists!"
Mo Yuan was humble and bowed to the three of them.
He came to the Wanhe tribe because he needed their help. Moreover, the three experts from the Wanhe tribe were all at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, while his cultivation at the mid-stage True Immortal realm was somewhat inadequate.
If he hadn't revealed his true form and explained his origins as a member of the Qilin clan, these three powerful figures might not have shown themselves to him.
"With profound origins and pure bloodlines, their resonance with the earth is no less than ours. They truly deserve to be members of the Qilin clan, who are born with an affinity for the earth's order and rules, and the laws of the Wutu."
"Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan, there's no need for such formalities. Please come into the tribe for a chat!"
The speaker was the chieftain of the Wanhe tribe.
His body was as tall and imposing as a mountain, his bronze skin was covered with the divine patterns of the witch clan, and he wore armor made of refined copper and the skin of a deep-sea crocodile. His face was resolute, and his eyes burned with flames like lava.
Mo Yuan could tell that the armor was a top-tier magical artifact.
The Wu tribe does not possess a primordial spirit and cannot condense acquired restrictions, therefore they cannot refine acquired spiritual treasures.
However, over countless years, some powerful members of the Witch Clan found another way, using the fiery energy of the earth's veins to melt down rare and precious materials and the bones, fur, and essence of demons, creating unique magical artifacts that could be activated by the Witch Clan.
Those great shamans even seized the creation of heaven and earth, using their own essence and blood and the will of the ancestral shamans to refine rare spiritual materials such as the essence of black iron and the core of stars, creating fierce weapons that suited them.
Take, for example, the axe and shield of the Great Witch Xingtian. They embody his supreme fighting spirit, and in terms of both power and rarity, they are comparable to mid-to-high-grade acquired spiritual treasures.
"Thank you, Chief of Staff."
Mo Yuan nodded in response and followed the chief of the Wanhe tribe into the tribe.
The group exchanged pleasantries and chatted, and seemed to be getting along quite well.
Mo Yuan learned that the chief of the Wanhe tribe was called Zhi, which meant calm and steady, while the shaman was called Si Tu Bo, and the shaman was a woman named Huai Heng.
Si Tu Bo was an old man with a wrinkled face and a slight vertical line between his eyebrows. He held an ancient vine staff, the top of which was inlaid with the skull of an unknown creature stained with mottled blood.
Huaiheng was dressed in a plain linen robe, with a leather belt with countless small pouches around her waist. She exuded a peaceful aura from various spiritual herbs and flowers.
A moment later, Mo Yuan followed Zhi, Si Tu Bo, and Huai Heng into an ancient hall. The decorations inside the hall were rather rough and old, but there were still a few futons carved from mountain stones.
After they were seated, the Earth God asked Mo Yuan about his purpose for coming.
"Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan is a pure-blooded Qilin, and I can sense that you possess great fortune and blessings. At least within the True Immortal and Golden Immortal realms, you will no longer be bound by the shackles of the Heavenly Dao."
"Your destination on this journey through the primordial continent must be Mount Buzhou, right? If it's convenient for you, Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan, could you please tell me your purpose?"
Having cultivated to the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, Si Tubo was no ordinary person. He was not a reckless or easily angered individual, but rather someone who was well-versed in human relationships and could see through people's hearts.
After arriving at the Wanhe tribe, Mo Yuan showed goodwill to the tribespeople, which did make them more favorable towards him. However, upon closer examination, this Qilin tribesman's behavior seemed too deliberate.
The rivalry between the Wu tribe and the Yao tribe for supremacy in the primordial world has always been extremely domineering.
Other beings regard the Wu Clan as a monstrous flood. Even those Great Luo Golden Immortals and Quasi-Saints are unwilling to associate with the Wu Clan. Yet Mo Yuan takes the initiative to befriend them. Isn't this contrary to common sense?
Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan's smile remained unchanged; he had long anticipated this scene.
The reason why the Wu Clan was able to dominate the prehistoric continent was not only because of their formidable strength, but also because they relied on meticulous planning, not just recklessness.
How could Si Tubo be an ordinary person, being revered by hundreds of thousands of people?
With a slightly serious expression, Mo Yuan slowly said, "To be honest, I have traveled through mountains and rivers for Buzhou Mountain. I would like to ask for permission from the three of you to go deep into Buzhou Mountain to find the Qilin Seal, a treasure left behind by our ancestor."
"However, on the way from Qilin Cliff to Buzhou Mountain, I saw the endless life of mountains and rivers, the vibrant vitality of all kinds of creatures, and I also felt the greatness and compassion of the great god Pangu in creating the world."
"Then I crafted two low-grade acquired spiritual treasures, the Primordial Mirror and the Five Virtues Brush, intending to inscribe all things in the world into them."
"I came to Wanhe Tribe with the intention of learning about the deeds of the Great God Pangu and the Wu Clan from the three fellow Daoists, so as to enrich the content of the Primordial Mirror."
Without sincerity and earnestness, one cannot move others.
Mo Yuan made no attempt to conceal his intentions and revealed his purpose.
The Qilin Seal is a treasure left by the First Qilin to his descendants, carrying the fortune of the Qilin clan. Even the Ancestral Witches would find it difficult to touch, let alone the three people in front of them.
Mo Yuan was not afraid of their covetousness, which is why he was so frank.
With a slight movement of his magic power, the Primordial Mirror and the Five Virtues Brush appeared in the air. The two low-grade acquired spiritual treasures emitted a faint mysterious light, and the Daoist charm they exuded was extremely peaceful.
After Mo Yuan finished speaking, Si Tu Bo, Zhi, and Huai Heng were somewhat surprised.
Mo Yuan is so honest, they can't mess with him.
"Honghuangjian, what a great name!"
"Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan, may I take a look at the contents of your records?"
Huaiheng immediately became interested and asked Mo Yuan in a soft voice.
"Excellent!"
Mo Yuan responded.
The Primordial Mirror was created by him to record all things in the primordial world. Once it was completed, it was to be announced to the Heavenly Dao so that it could be spread among all living beings as a blessing.
Huaiheng was interested in reading it, and Moyuan naturally wouldn't refuse.
"The Origin Chapter, the Mandate Chapter, the Myriad Spirits Chapter, the Geography Chapter... I never expected Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan to come up with such a complete system, and you seem to have recorded how to sort out the evil energy of heaven and earth, obscure rules, and the art of repairing the earth's veins."
"Not only that, you even single-handedly repaired the ley lines of Qilin Cliff, making this place a rare blessed land for immortals in the primordial world. This..."
As Huaiheng continued to peruse the Primordial Mirror, a look of shock gradually appeared on her face, especially when she came across the section on how Mo Yuan repaired the ley lines of Qilin Cliff, she was filled with disbelief.
The Wu tribes of the Ancestral Wu Houtu lineage all have an inseparable connection with the earth. As a Taiyi Golden Immortal in the early stage, she could naturally see through the authenticity of the earth vein repair technique.
How did Mo Yuan manage to do that?
"What?"
Zhi and Si Tubo were dumbfounded, and they also started flipping through the pages.
A moment later, the three early-stage Taiyi Golden Immortals of the Wu Clan exhaled their turbid breaths. Their eyes were filled with strangeness as they looked at Mo Yuan, as if the latter were a monster.
"Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan, I was being overly suspicious. Please forgive me."
"Please keep this Primordial Mirror! I believe you have not gone astray. If you can complete the writing of the Primordial Mirror, it will become an immortal epic. No matter how time changes or how the primordial world changes, your name will be remembered by all living beings."
"At that time, the Primordial Mirror and the Five Virtues Brush will likely become treasures of merit and spiritual significance."
The old man looked apologetic, and his tone was filled with shame.
As descendants of the great god Pangu, the Wu clan never had the idea of recording the great god Pangu, the history of the primordial world, or all things. However, this idea has now been put into practice by Mo Yuan, a member of the Qilin clan.
During the Great Calamity of Ferocious Beasts and the First Calamity of the Dragon Han Dynasty, many forces and races vied for supremacy, but their final fates were extremely tragic, turning them into dust in the long river of time.
Currently, the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, and the Purple Mansion Continent's Immortal Court are in a tripartite balance of power, with each side believing it can dominate the three realms of the primordial world and become the master of heaven and earth.
But Si Tu Bo knew the dangers and difficulties involved. Even with the Twelve Ancestral Witches in charge, the Witch Clan's chances of winning were only fifty or sixty percent.
This means that the Wu tribe has signs of following in the footsteps of the Longhan and San tribes.
At that time, the clan will be decimated and the people will suffer.
Perhaps even the Wu tribe itself will forget its past glory and the majesty of the great god Pangu.
If Mo Yuan recorded all the information about the Wu Clan in the Primordial Mirror, then no matter the outcome, the Wu Clan would still be a brilliant and outstanding race worthy of the world's respect.
"You flatter me, sir."
"The Buzhou Mountain area is the place where the Wu Clan lives and multiplies. If I want to enter the depths of Buzhou Mountain, I naturally need to seek the permission of all of you fellow Daoists. Otherwise, with my cultivation level, I am afraid I will be killed as an intruder."
"You may copy down any parts of this Primordial Mirror that are useful to the Wanhe Tribe or the three of you. Consider this my way of showing goodwill!"
Mo Yuan shook his head and responded softly.
The three forces were locked in a fierce struggle for supremacy, their situation irreconcilable. However, the outcome was already predetermined: the three clans of Longhan would perish together, suffering severe damage.
In his view, forging good relations with the Wanhe tribe and even the Wu tribe was not a bad thing.
The ancestral witch Houtu created the Netherworld and transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Thus, the goddess Pingxin, who holds the power over the Netherworld, was born. She will not allow the witch clan to be completely destroyed and will definitely take action to protect some of the witch clan members.
In the future, the Witch Clan will also be able to share responsibilities in the Netherworld.
"We appreciate Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan's kindness."
"This is my stone talisman; it will help you travel without hindrance!"
Zhi's attitude surprised Mo Yuan. He actually refused him and handed over the stone talisman that symbolized the identity of the leader of the Wanhe tribe.
In an instant, Mo Yuan felt a warmth in his heart, and he quickly bowed to the three of them to express his gratitude.
The expected obstacles did not materialize, and everything went much more smoothly than he had imagined.
The Qilin Seal, a supreme innate spiritual treasure left by the ancestor, is now only one step away from him.
"Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan, there's no need to be surprised. It's a case of reciprocity; you and my Wanhe tribe are exchanging gifts."
"Now, let us recount the magnificent deeds of Father Pangu, as well as the various secrets of the Wu tribe. You shall record them all in the Primordial Mirror."
Si Tubo stroked his beard and said leisurely.
Upon hearing his words, Zhi and Huaiheng both nodded in agreement.
"good!"
"Then let the three fellow Daoists narrate their stories, and I will organize and record them!"
Mo Yuan put away the stone talisman, then grasped the Five Virtues Brush with his divine sense, elevating his spirit and energy to their peak.
Since this matter concerns the great god Pangu and the secrets of the Wu tribe, he must be solemn and serious.