The Magnate of the Primordial Witch Tribe
1 Ancestral Sorcerers Gather in the Hall of Pangu

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Buzhou Mountain was formed by Father Pangu's unyielding backbone after he created the world. It was the pivot of the Untainted Land.

At the corner of Buzhou Mountain, there was a tribe named Wu.

The Wu Tribe was formed from the blood essence of the Great God Pangu. The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were their leaders. They were born with powerful bodies, which could devour the world, manipulate wind, water, lightning, move mountains and seas, and change the world.

Emperor River, the Ancestor of Sorcery of Spatial Speed. Its shape is like a yellow bag, red like cinnabar fire, six feet and four wings, muddy and no face, this is the ability to sing and dance, in fact, is the emperor river.

Candle dragon, the ancestor of time, has a human face, a snake body and a red body. His eyes are straight and his body is straight. When he closes his eyes, it is dark. When he looks, it is bright. He does not eat, does not sleep, and does not rest.

Qiang Liang, the Ancestral Wizard of Thunder, had a snake in his mouth and a snake in his hand. Tiger head, human body, four hooves, long elbows.

Goumang was the Ancestor of Sorcery of Dongfang Mu. He had the body of a bird and the face of a human. He rode on two dragons.

Rushou, the ancestor of the Western Jin Dynasty, had a snake in his left ear and rode two dragons.

Gonggong was the Ancestral Witch of Water in the north. He had the head of a python and the body of a human. He wore black scales, stood on the Dragon King, and wrapped a green python around his hands.

Zhurong, the Ancestral Wizard of Fire in the south, wore red scales, had fire snakes in his ears, and stepped on fire dragons.

Shebishi is the ancestor of the weather. He has the face of a human, the ears of a dog, the body of a beast, and two green snakes in his ears.

Tianwu is the wind wizard, with a human face, eight heads, eight feet and eight tails, all green and yellow, spitting out clouds and mist, in charge of water.

He is the ancestor of lightning. He has a human face and a bird body. He has a green snake hanging from his ears and a red snake in his hand.

Xuan Ming, the Ancestor of Sorcery of Rain, had bone spikes all over his body. A green snake hung from each of his ears, and he stood on two green snake dragons.

Houtu, the Grand Wizard of the Central Earth, had seven hands on his back and two hands on his chest. He held the Flying Snake with both hands.

Except for the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, there were countless Senior Sorcerers in the Wu Tribe, such as Hou Yi, Kuafu, Xingtian, Chiyou, etc. There were billions of warriors of the Wu Tribe. Within thousands of Yuanhui (one Yuanhui was equivalent to 129,600 years), they had spread all over the Untainted Land. They were the well-deserved overlord of Untainted Land. Only the Demon Tribe could barely compete with them.

However, no matter how the Sorcerer Tribe developed, their base camp would only be in one place, even Mount Buzhou.

The reason was very simple. It was because the holy land of the Sorcerer Tribe, the palace transformed from Pangu's head, was located at Mount Buzhou.

It was also because this palace was transformed from Pangu's head that it was inside the palace and could not be probed by the heavenly secrets.

On this day, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery gathered in the Great Hall of Pangu.

Since the Wu Tribe's territory had expanded, the other Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, except for the eldest Emperor Jiang, had established tribes in various parts of the Untainted Land to govern the Untainted Land. It was a rare sight for hundreds of thousands of years, and now the twelve of them were gathered again.

Obviously, something big had happened in the Wilderness.

After the twelve of them gathered in the main hall, everyone walked towards the main hall.

Along the way, the faint sound of heartbeats could be heard.

"Thump, thump…"

The closer they got to the main hall, the louder the sound became.

As they walked, Grand Wizard Qiang Liang suddenly asked Emperor Jiang,""Big brother, we siblings have already been born for thousands of years. Why hasn't little brother shown any signs of being born?”

"That's right, big brother. During this period of time, did this little brother show signs of being born?”

Hearing the question of the strong good, as the smallest of the twelve ancestors of sorcery, Xuanming also asked.

Xuan Ming had always been a person who kept strangers in front of outsiders, even in front of other Ancestors of Sorcery. Only when it came to Houtu and the underling who had yet to be born would Xuan Ming have such questions. Otherwise, even if it was tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of years, Xuan Ming would rarely say a word.

"Hey!"

Emperor Jiang sighed and said,""You don't know? Little Thirteen is different from us. We are only formed from god father's blood essence, but Little Thirteen is formed from god father's heart blood. His innate heel is ten percent higher than ours. Moreover, Little Thirteen was protected by god father's heart and was not corroded by the foul air underground. This way, although Little Thirteen's primordial spirit was not corroded, the day when Little Thirteen, who had lost the foul air, took shape was infinitely extended.”

"Yes!"

Upon hearing Emperor Jiang's explanation, all the Ancestors of Sorcery nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the atmosphere had suddenly turned cold, Zhurong, who had the most carefree personality, suddenly said,"Forget it. It's not like Little Thirteen won't come out. It's just that it will take a little longer. We're all peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. Feng's cultivation base and lifespan were already endless, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to see Little Thirteen. Now, as her brother and sister, the only thing we have to do is to trample those two flat feathered crows to death so that Little Thirteen won't be troubled when he comes out.”

As it said that, a cold glint flashed in Zhurong's eyes.

Not only him, but the other 11 Ancestors of Sorcery were the same. In their eyes, the entire Untainted Land was transformed by their Father. They were the orthodox Pangu and should be in charge of Untainted Land.

However, not long after they were born, two little Golden Crows born on the Sun Star went against them in every way. They also gathered a bunch of almighty beings around them. Although their overall strength was not as strong as the Sorcerer Tribe, they could not withstand their numbers, which were thousands of times more than the Sorcerer Tribe. Therefore, the two sides had been in a stalemate, and it was difficult for them to do anything to each other.

"Zhurong, you finally said the right thing.”Gonggong Huang Potian, who had always been Zhurong's enemy, acknowledged Zhurong.

However, Gonggong's words were very ear-piercing to Zhurong's ears. It was ready to jump out and fight Gonggong for 300 rounds.

The other Ancestors of Sorcery who knew Zhurong and Gonggong very well knew that if they didn't stop them, they would definitely fight for tens of thousands of years until they were exhausted.

Therefore, as the elder brother, Emperor Jiang immediately stopped him.""Alright, stop fooling around. Don't forget that we've gathered in the Ancestral Magus Palace because the Taoist who called himself Hongjun told Untainted Land that he had become a Sage.”

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