PDLP Chapter 45 The Ancestral Witch's Conquest of the Sea
Chapter 45 The Ancestral Witch's Conquest of the Sea
Chapter 45 The Ancestral Witch's Conquest of the Sea
Time flies, tens of thousands of years have passed. For mortals, this is a world of change, but for the great beings of the primordial world, it is just a slightly longer period of seclusion.
However, over these tens of thousands of years, the situation on the primordial continent did not calm down with the passage of time; on the contrary, it became increasingly tense.
Under the diligent rule of Emperor Jun and Taiyi, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, although it failed to completely subdue the Dragon Clan, still expanded its territory to its limit. Countless blessed lands and grotto-heavens were brought under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court, and the Zhou Tian Star Array became more and more perfect, with a magnificent and ever-changing appearance.
As the Heavenly Court's arch-enemy, the Witch Clan was naturally unwilling to be outdone.
Inside the Pangu Hall, the twelve Ancestral Witches gathered.
"Those two hairy beasts have become increasingly rampant lately, even extending their reach to the shores of the East China Sea, where they have recruited many rogue cultivators."
Zhu Rong toyed with the divine fire in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "If this continues, the living space of my Wu clan will only be compressed step by step."
"good!"
Gonggong slammed his fist on the stone table and roared, "Our Wu tribe is not afraid of the struggle on land, but the Heavenly Court, relying on its wings, runs back to the heavens when it can't win. It's really frustrating."
"In my opinion, since we can't go up there for the time being, let's go in the water!"
Gonggong's gaze burned as he looked eastward: "That land of the Four Seas is vast and boundless, rich in resources. If we can conquer it, not only will we cripple the Heavenly Court, but it will also provide my Wu Clan with a continuous supply of food and resources!"
"Moreover, the dragon race has long since declined. Even if they submit to Kunpeng, they are nothing more than a bunch of wretched worms clinging to life. I, Gonggong, am willing to be the vanguard and pacify the four seas!"
Dijiang pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Good. Let's start with the Dragon Clan and let all living beings in the primordial world see the might of us, the descendants of Pangu!"
On the East China Sea, the waves are terrifying.
On this day, the originally azure sea suddenly began to boil.
Countless burly warriors of the Wu tribe, wielding giant axes and spears, rode the raging floodwaters, spreading from the coastline like a black torrent of steel.
The leader was a man with a python's head and a human body, covered in black scales, riding a black dragon, and with a green python wrapped around his hands. Wherever he went, the seawater automatically parted, transforming into two giant water dragons to clear a path for him.
It was Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of water!
"Dragon brats! Come out and face your deaths! Offer up the Sea Eye and submit to my Witch Clan, and perhaps you'll be spared a whole corpse!"
Gonggong's voice was like thunder, causing hundreds of millions of aquatic creatures in the East Sea to tremble in fear.
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"Insolence! Who dares to run wild in my Dragon Clan!"
An ancient dragon roar resounded, and then the Azure Dragon Ancestor and the Yinglong Ancestor appeared together.
Behind him followed Ao Guang and a group of high-ranking members of the dragon clan, all with solemn expressions, yet also with a hint of determination.
"Gonggong! My dragon clan has already submitted to the Northern Underworld Demon Ancestor. If you dare to make a move, you will be challenging the Demon Ancestor's authority!" the Azure Dragon Ancestor shouted sternly, trying to intimidate the other party by invoking the name of Kunpeng.
"Kunpeng? Hahahaha!"
Upon hearing this, Gonggong showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed wildly, his eyes filled with disdain: "That Kunpeng was just lucky and got a little advantage. Does he really think my Wu tribe is afraid of him?"
"Today, not even Kunpeng, let alone the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, could stop the expansion of my Wu Clan!"
"Kill them!"
At Gonggong's command, the Wu tribe army behind him charged towards the dragon camp like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.
"This is outrageous! Let's fight him!"
Qinglong and Yinglong exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness and determination in each other's eyes.
Since we can't avoid it, let's fight!
"roar-!!!"
The dragon's roar shook the heavens, and the Azure Dragon transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long Azure Dragon, with the laws of wood flowing endlessly; the Yinglong spread its wings and soared, unleashing wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, its killing power fierce and ruthless.
The two great dragon ancestors directly confronted the ancestral witch Gonggong.
However, the power of the Ancestral Witches was indeed terrifying beyond compare.
Gonggong was the master of the source of water, and on this great sea, he was like a fish in water, and his combat power was greatly enhanced.
Each punch he threw seemed to carry the weight of the entire world, making it difficult even for the physically powerful dragon race to withstand.
"Bang! Bang!"
In just a few hundred rounds, the Azure Dragon and the Ying Dragon were battered and bruised, their scales flying off, and their blood staining the sea red.
The ordinary dragons below fared even worse, suffering heavy casualties and being forced into retreat by the unreasonable physical attacks of the witch army.
"Hahaha! This is the so-called ancient overlord? utterly pathetic!"
Gonggong stomped the Azure Dragon into the sea, his face full of arrogance, "Today, I will pull out your dragon tendons and make belts for my sons!"
At this critical moment.
"Buzz"
A vast and desolate aura, seemingly emanating from the end of time, suddenly erupted from the unfathomable eye of the East China Sea.
Time seemed to stand still throughout the entire East China Sea at that moment.
The raging waves calmed down, the two sides in the battle froze, and even Gonggong's fist, which was about to fall, froze in mid-air.
"Who is it?!"
Gonggong's expression changed drastically, and his entire body erupted with murderous aura as he forcibly broke free from that strange temporal constraint.
From the depths of the sea eye, a pair of enormous eyes slowly opened.
When the left eye is open, it is daytime; when the right eye is closed, it is nighttime.
A crimson dragon, whose length was unknown, slowly emerged from the abyss.
On each of its scales flows the passage of time, as if it itself were a witness to history.
Zhulong!
A top-tier quasi-saint who wields the laws of time!
"How dare a junior from the Witch Clan run wild in my Dragon Clan?"
Zhulong's voice was old and hoarse, yet carried an irresistible majesty.
"Time—flows backward!"
Zhulong gently exhaled a breath of stale air.
In an instant, Gonggong felt that the space-time around him had become disordered.
He was clearly attacking forward, but his body was uncontrollably retreating backward, and the terrifying power gathered in his fist was rapidly dissipating, as if he had returned to the moment before he made the move.
"Peak Quasi-Saint level?!"
Gonggong's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart.
Although he was also a quasi-saint and possessed an invincible physical body, he still found the strange and unpredictable laws of time extremely troublesome.
Moreover, this Zhulong is an ancient artifact from the Longhan period, with unfathomable depths.
"Hmph! You're lucky today!"
Gonggong was also a decisive person. Seeing that he could not gain any advantage and might even be caught off guard, he immediately stopped pursuing the matter.
"withdraw!"
With a loud shout, he stirred up a raging flood, leading his army of witches away like a receding tide, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Seeing the powerful enemy retreat, Zhulong's massive body trembled slightly, and the divine light in its eyes quickly dimmed.
"Pfft"
A mouthful of dark red stagnant blood spurted out, staining the sea red.
"Ancestor!"
Qinglong and Yinglong were shocked and rushed forward to support Zhulong.
Zhulong waved his hand, his aura extremely weak, and said with a bitter smile, "I'm old—I'm useless now."
"The Dao wounds left from that battle have not yet healed. Forcibly activating the laws of time to force Gonggong back just now has exhausted the vital energy I have accumulated over tens of thousands of years."
"Next, I must fall into a deep sleep again, otherwise I'm afraid I really will pass away."
Upon hearing this, Qinglong felt a deep sorrow in his heart.
The dragon race's only reliance has become so weak.
"Although the Wu tribe has retreated this time, they will certainly not let it go. Next time, there will probably be more than one Gonggong."
Zhulong looked at Qinglong and said solemnly, "Let's go to Beiming."
"Go and invite the Demon Ancestor."
"In this primordial chaos, only the Kunpeng can truly protect my dragon race!"
The Azure Dragon Ancestor nodded heavily, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"Rest assured, Ancestor, even if I have to kneel before the Northern Underworld Palace, I will definitely persuade the Demon Ancestor to come out of seclusion!"
After settling Zhulong in, Qinglong dared not delay for a moment.
He transformed into a streak of light, traveling day and night, even burning his own essence to accelerate his journey, heading straight for the Northern Sea.