Giant shadows that reached the sky rushed over.
" Hall of Pangu's approval."
" This is Hall of Pangu's approval."
"Only the Ancestor of Sorcery with the purest bloodline of the Sorcerer Tribe can be recognized by the Hall of Pangu!”
Emperor Jiang's tiger eyes shone, and his words were filled with indescribable excitement.
He looked at Wan Li as if he had seen a peerless divine treasure.
His mouth revealed a shocking secret.
He called Wan Li his eldest brother.
He didn't think of it when he slapped his forehead.
The Ancestors of Sorcery were all born in the Hall of Pangu, so they had innate memories of the Hall of Pangu.
In Emperor Jiang's memories.
In order to gain the recognition of the Hall of Pangu, one had to have an extremely pure Pangu bloodline!
But now, looking at the purple-gold aura that was constantly falling from the Hall of Pangu, he could not help but sigh.
Emperor Jiang was certain of his thoughts!
The Sorcerer Tribe had finally welcomed a true king, an Ancestral Sorcerer whose bloodline was even purer than theirs!
Wan Li put away the Great Dao fragment and looked at the twelve black dots in the distance that were getting bigger and bigger.
This was a little troublesome.
He had actually been mistaken by these guys as an Ancestral Sorcerer.
He scratched his messy black hair and could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
These guys all transformed one after another. Other than the fiery-haired Emperor Jiang, the Ancestors of Sorcery of different shapes and sizes beside him really made him speechless.
There was a green-haired one, and a yellow-haired one…
The most important thing was still the streaking state.
The scene was like a group of strange fools rushing towards him.
Only the two stunning girls knew shame, so they changed into a black robe to cover the scenery.
This made Wan Li feel helpless and regretful.
He did not want to get involved with the Sorcerer Tribe.
He was originally a transmigrator and had to hide in the void without a name. He knew the Primordial World very well.
He knew that if he got involved with the Sorcerer Tribe, he would not end up well.
Even if he drew the Primordial Chaos Primordial Dao Body and looked very powerful, who knew what would happen in the future?
"Emperor Jiang greets Eldest Brother!"
"Houtu greets Eldest Brother!"
“……”
Just as Wan Li was about to leave, a series of cheers could be heard.
The twelve Ancestors of Sorcery moved too quickly. They rushed to Wan Li like a tide.
"Um…you've got the wrong person.”
"I'm not an Ancestral Magus."
Wan Li looked at the twelve Ancestors of Sorcery helplessly.
It didn't seem right to leave when the other party was already in front of him. He might as well make it clear so that he wouldn't bother him in the future.
He just happened to be in the Sorcerer Tribe's ancestral land.
The Hall of Pangu was just an accident.
He was also very surprised that there was no magic power surging when he casually suppressed the Bell of Chaos.
He clearly had vast magic power in his body…
He was well aware.
He was indeed not from the Sorcerer Tribe, much less an Ancestral Sorcerer.
All the phenomena just now, including the Hall of Pangu's recognition of the Ancestral Sorcerer, were all due to the Primordial Chaos Dao Body.
Wan Li's words stunned the Ancestral Magi who had rushed up excitedly.
What did he mean?
More than a dozen pairs of eyes glanced at the Hall of Pangu that was constantly moving behind Wan Li.
Then, he carefully sized up Wan Li's strong and sturdy body.
Did this big brother of his just transform into a human, so his brain was still not very bright?
If your physical body is not an Ancestral Sorcerer, then what are we?
"You must be joking, Eldest Brother. You may not know much about the Untainted Land since you have just been born. I'm the Grand Wizard Houtu. If you have any questions, you can ask me.”
"Please don't say such strange things again.”
A tall and beautiful girl in black clothes walked out and looked at Wan Li with a strange expression.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Eldest Brother, don't be muddle-headed. You are recognized by the Hall of Pangu and have such a strong Pangu bloodline aura. You must be the Ancestral Sorcerer of our Pangu tribe.”
"Yes, yes. I'm Zhurong. You can call me Little Zhu.”
"My name is Gong Gong, you can call me Old Gong.”
“……”
The Ancestors of Sorcery rushed down one by one and talked to Wan Li at once. They did not care about Wan Li's dumbfounded expression at all. It was as if they were completely certain.
"I'm really not an Ancestral Magus."
Wan Li was a little distressed when he saw the chattering Ancestral Magi.
These guys seemed to be stubborn. They didn't listen to what he said at all.
Should he just run away?
Wan Li had just seized the Great Dao fragment from the Bell of Chaos. He wanted to find a quiet place to refine the fragment. He did not want to be entangled with these Ancestral Sorcerers here.
However, these Ancestral Magi were so enthusiastic.
He would not hit a smiling person, so he might as well stomp his feet and run.
Just as Wan Li was about to leave, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.
His obsidian-like eyes flickered as he subconsciously looked southwest.
There was a terrifying aura that soared into the sky. This aura was like the most majestic pressure that swept across the entire area without any fear.
What was going on?
Wan Li narrowed his eyes. He was not the only one who felt this. The Ancestors of Sorcery who were chattering around him were also stunned. They subconsciously looked to the horizon.
"That's…"
In the distance, Nuwa, Fuxi, and the Three Pure Ones, who had not left yet, all looked toward the northwest.
They also felt a terrifying pressure. This feeling made their expressions change, as if they had encountered a great terror.
"What happened? This aura was even more terrifying than that of Luo Hou!”
Primordial Heaven Supreme gasped and said in a low voice.
He recalled a terrifying scene from back then.
"Don't panic. This pressure doesn't have any ill intentions.”
Laozi, who was beside Primordial Heaven Supreme, pressed his hand slightly and said.
After experiencing a short period of pressure, everything was like a breeze, as if nothing had happened.
I have a high cultivation level, so I must have seen something.
It was a very familiar aura.
"The Wilderness has changed today."
Laozi said something with a deep meaning. Then, a mysterious voice came from the sky.
"I, Hongjun, have already attained the Dao."
"Three thousand years later, in the Chaos beyond the 33 Heavens, the Purple Cloud Palace will teach the Tao. All living beings in Untainted Land can come and listen to it!”
Dao lecture?
Daoist Heavenspan's entire body trembled!
When he heard the Dao voice coming from the void, his heart surged as if he had sensed some great opportunity.
They were formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit and were naturally enveloped by great luck. At this moment, they sensed the Dao sound in the sky and knew that this was a monstrous opportunity.
"I didn't expect Daoist Hongjun to actually attain Dao. It's really surprising.”
Primordial Heaven Supreme's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy.
"Let's go. This is our true opportunity.”
Laozi stroked his white beard with his fingers. No one knew what he was thinking about with his calm eyes. His figure flashed and disappeared from where he was.
Honored Lord of the Origin and Daoist Heavenspan looked at each other and followed Laozi into the void, heading toward the Purple Cloud Palace outside the 33 Heavens.
"What the hell is Daoist Hongjun? Why are you shouting so loudly?!”
In the distance, the Grand Wizard Zhurong, who was surrounding Wan Li, roared at the sky in dissatisfaction.
His eldest brother had just been born. Who was he shouting so loudly for?
He had a bad temper and was a little angry!
Big brother is the most important in the world!
Who cares about Daoist Hongjun's Purple Cloud Palace!
The Sorcerer Tribe doesn't cultivate, so who would want to listen to your sermon?
Dao lecture?
What the Ancestors of Sorcery did not notice was that Wan Li was suddenly stunned, and then his eyes flashed.
He did not expect Hongjun to actually achieve Dao at this time.
He was interested.
The Purple Cloud Palace was Hongjun's dojo. Would there be fragments of the Great Dao?
Moreover, he was not from the Sorcerer Tribe, so he was naturally interested in listening to Hongjun's sermon.
" Big brother, where are you going?!"
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery only felt a blur before their eyes. Their eldest brother had suddenly disappeared into the void, and no one knew where he had gone.
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