After some small talk.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery sat down.
As a guest of the Sorcerer Tribe, Human Emperor Taihao was on par with Emperor Jiang.
The entire hall was harmonious.
"The human race was created by Goddess Nüwa. Why didn't you go to the Heavenly Palace first?”
The Wizard Tribe's wise man, the Candle Dragon, had a bright glint in his eyes.
He was the first to ask.
Instantly.
The other eleven Ancestors of Sorcery all focused their gazes on Taihao.
Including Houtu and Dijiang.
Every Ancestor of Sorcery wanted to know the true purpose of the Human Sovereign's visit.
If it was to form an alliance, wouldn't it be more appropriate for the demons to be Nuwa's compatriots?
"Good question, fellow Daoist Candle Dragon."
"I've always heard that the Shamans are straightforward and generous to their friends.”
"Thousands of years ago, the Demon God Yong Ao died at my hands.”
Taihao smiled and stopped.
These words were enough to solve the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery's speculation about the purpose of the Human Tribe.
At the same time, it also pointed out that the relationship between humans and demons was not harmonious.
He didn't think that the Wizard Tribe was stupid just because they were straightforward.
If he was really stupid, he would have been eaten by the myriad tribes of the Wilderness long ago.
“....”
The scene fell into silence.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were pondering the Human Emperor's words.
"I came here to help the two races form an alliance and to clear the Shaman Tribe's doubts.”
He sat on the right side of the throne.
Taihao said calmly.
"The Sorcerer Tribe was born from Pangu's blood essence and the foul air of the earth.”
"In order to resist the baleful aura, my fleshly body and origin soul have long fused into one.”
"The Immortal Dao is not suitable for the Sorcerer Tribe, or rather, the Hongjun Technique is not suitable for the Sorcerer Tribe.”
"I believe that everyone has already tried this.”
"This…"
As soon as he said this.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were shocked.
They had gone to listen to Hongjun's lecture during the first lecture in the Purple Cloud Palace.
It was because he had tried it more than once.
That was why the Sorcerer Tribe had given up on the Immortal Dao.
Without a primordial spirit, how could he sense the laws of the world? How to fuse with the Heavenly Dao?
"Have you ever thought about why you can't learn the immortal cultivation method?"
"Why can the Three Pure Ones learn and advance by leaps and bounds?”
"Could it be that the Three Pure Ones are the authentic Pangu?”
He asked three questions in a row, all of which were powerful and resonating.
Almost all the Ancestors of Sorcery's expressions changed.
It had to be said.
Taihao's words pierced everyone's heart.
Why couldn't they cultivate the immortal path with the Pangu bloodline?
He did not even have a foundation to become a saint, the Primordial Purple Qi.
This was simply preposterous!
"The immortal path is not a method to verify the dao that exists when the world is created.”
"This technique was created by Hongjun by inheriting the will of the Heavenly Dao.”
"The witch race can't become immortals, nor can they attain the Heavenly Dao.”
Immediately after.
Taihao revealed the truth.
That was, shamans and immortals could not coexist.
"What?"
"It's actually like this?"
Hearing this, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were all stunned in their seats.
He did not speak for a long time.
"Fellow Daoist."
"Why is the Heavenly Dao treating our race like this? Our race has never thought of dealing with the Heavenly Dao!”
Houtu, who had always been calm and gentle, couldn't hold it in anymore.
"The witch race is Pangu's purest bloodline, and the only one.”
"Of course. The Primordial World is the inheritance of the Sorcerer Tribe.”
"The Heavenly Dao is a combination of the will and laws of a newborn world.”
"Now, I'm gradually gaining control of the world's authority.”
"Moreover, the Sorcerer Tribe did not deal with the Heavenly Dao, but you did not submit to the Heavenly Dao either, did you?”
From the day the Sorcerer Tribe was born, they had always worshipped their father, Pangu, and heaven and earth.
Even when Hongjun preached the Dao, he did not steal any fate from the Sorcerer Tribe.
How could the Heavenly Axiom be willing to watch the rise of the Sorcerer Tribe?
"Do you think that the Great God Pangu left more things for the Three Pure Ones than for you?”
"In fact, God Pangu has already left the best things for you.”
"It's just that you've never cared about it.”
Taihao said the last thing.
The reason why the Sorcerer Tribe could not become stronger had long been vividly displayed.
As soon as he finished speaking.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could no longer remain calm.
Even the peaceful Houtu revealed an angry expression.
They had always thought that they loved their father Pangu the most.
How could he ignore the things left behind by the Father?
"Whoosh!"
It was as if he did not see the anger of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
Taihao struck a stream of Chaos Power on the mural outside the passageway of the Pangu Divine Hall.
Boom!
In the next moment.
A terrifying storm rose in the hall.
Boundless murderous aura surged over.
The 3,000 Demon God murals instantly released an ancient pressure.
It was an ancient and heavy feeling that came from chaos.
Almost all the Ancestors of Sorcery felt their blood boiling.
It was as if something had appeared that attracted them.
The Spatial Ancestral Magus Di Jiang was the first to sense the summoning of the Spatial Law.
Then, the Ancestral Wizard of Time, Candle Dragon, Heavenly Weather, She Bi Shi, and Wood, Goumang, were summoned.
Zhu Rong, the ancestor of fire, Gonggong, the ancestor of water, Rushou, the ancestor of metal, and Xuanming, the ancestor of rain.
The ancestor of thunder is Qiangliang, the ancestor of lightning is Xizi, the ancestor of wind is Tianwu, and the ancestor of earth is Houtu.
He had an epiphany.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery responded to the devil murals from afar, and their bodies shone brightly.
An endless stream of turbid air from the earth and the evil aura of heaven and earth gathered in the body of the Ancestral Sorcerer.
The Ancestral Sorcerer's true body became even larger.
He floated in the air, looking down at the Supreme Ancient Immortal Realms.
Insufferably arrogant!
A moment later.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery woke up from their state of enlightenment.
They bowed to Taihao in unison.
"Thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist."
At this moment.
They all understood what kind of wealth Pangu had left behind.
The nomological Dao was a Great Dao Dharmic formulation.
How could a mere Hongjun Immortal Dao compare to him!
That was why.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were extremely grateful to Taihao.
It was impossible to calm down.
Taihao did not decline.
He immediately accepted the bow of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
He was worthy of this bow when it came to imparting knowledge and dispelling doubts.
"Fellow Daoist, I have a question."
"Aren't you afraid that we'll destroy the human race after we become powerful?”
Suddenly.
The Space Ancestral Magus Di Jiang stared at Taihao.
He slowly said a sentence.
The entire hall instantly fell silent.
Beneath the calm, there was an unprecedented killing intent.
Taihao turned around and glanced at Emperor Jiang.
His expression was still as calm as an ancient well.
He said lightly,
"In the Wilderness, as long as I'm still here.”
"No living being can destroy the human race.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
A powerful confidence that could look down on the world swept through the hall.
It shocked the many Ancestors of Sorcery present.
All the tribes in the Wilderness always said that they were too overbearing.
However, compared to Taihao, the Sorcerer Tribe was at most proud.
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