Chapter 586: Gonggong angrily hits Mount Buzhou, descendants of the Wu clan
After hearing Chi You's words, Li Daoxuan couldn't calm down for a long time.
The Battle of Zhuolu was a hundred times more brutal than he had imagined. It was not only a war between humans and witches, but also a war between gods and witches!
The Di Jun mentioned by Chi You is the lord of the ancient heaven. It is said that the ten golden crows are his bloodline .
The Heaven at that time was very different from the widely circulated Heaven now. Most of the gods in the Heaven at that time were demons, for example, Di Jun was the Emperor of Heaven and Kunpeng was the Demon Master.
Demons control the world, witches gradually rise, and humans can only survive in the cracks.
The Wu clan is so dazzling that every tribe is the darling of heaven and earth and is born with great fortune. For example, Chiyou's Jiuli tribe was born with a copper head and iron forehead and is indestructible.
The giants of the tribe are extremely strong, and the peak giants can even pick stars and the moon.
Everyone in Hou Yi's tribe is a sharpshooter and can hunt dragons and phoenixes.
The Zhurong tribe can control the Nanming Lihuo, the Gonggong tribe manipulates the rivers, lakes and seas, and Fengbo and Yushi are the best in the Gonggong tribe.
There are many similar tribes. They all have witches with extraordinary talents. They don’t even need to practice. When they grow up, they can fight against dragons and surpass the five mountains.
Such a terrifying race posed a great threat to the ancient rule of heaven.
So Emperor Jun united with the human race and wanted to completely wipe out the Wu clan, but he didn't expect to fail in the end. The Wu clan, under the leadership of Chi You, united tightly together and won victory after victory in the Battle of Zhuolu, forcing the gods to take action themselves.
Li Daoxuan could not imagine the brutality of that battle. He only knew that after that, the Heavenly Court fell apart and the demon clan withdrew from the stage of history forever.
Even Emperor Jun, the Lord of Heaven, died in the battle.
But it seems that Chi You has successfully led the Wu clan to defeat the gods, so why did he say before that he had disappointed the Wu clan?
"In that battle, the Wu Clan was actually defeated."
Chi You's voice rang out, and the excitement in his eyes dissipated, revealing a hint of sadness.
"Although I killed Emperor Jun and avenged my blood feud, my Wu clan tribes also suffered heavy losses, and I was also seriously injured. So I ordered the Wind Master and the Rain Master to summon a thick fog to trap the human soldiers and the remaining gods, and prepare to retreat."
"However, the gods at that time had gone completely crazy. They forcibly transformed Xuanyuan's daughter into Nüba and sent her to the battlefield. When the drought-ba appeared, the land turned red for thousands of miles and all the fog was dispelled."
"In order to protect my people, I was captured and beheaded by Xuanyuan. My subordinate Xingtian came to rescue me but his head was chopped off and he was buried in Changyang Mountain."
At this point, Chi You's eyes showed regret.
He identified Xing Tian as the next leader of the Witch Clan. He was a man of natural talent, and if he was not so impulsive, perhaps he could still retain a glimmer of hope for the Witch Clan.
It will not be as completely destroyed as the demon clan.
The two continued walking in Zhuolu County until they came across a temple dedicated to the Yellow Emperor.
Chi You stood outside the temple for a long time, just staring at the statue of Emperor Huangdi, and finally did not go in.
"Do you hate the Yellow Emperor?"
Li Daoxuan suddenly asked a question.
He originally thought that Chi You must have hated Huang Di to the extreme, but he did not expect Chi You to actually shake his head and say, "I don't hate him."
Seeing Li Daoxuan's surprise, he explained: "Whether it's Xuanyuan or me, we are just fighting for our respective tribes. Not only do I not hate him, I even admire him a little."
After a pause, he sighed and said, "He was defeated time and again, but he fought again and again, never giving up, and led the weak human race to travel among witches and monsters, and finally became the winner."
Chi You looked at the worldly life, flowing water and people's houses around him and said a few words at last.
"When it comes to conquering the world, Xuanyuan is not as good as me. When it comes to governing the world, I am not as good as Xuanyuan."
After saying this, he turned and left, never looking back.
Three days later.
The two came to Kunlun Mountain, the first sacred mountain in China and the mountain of all ancestors. It is majestic and magnificent, towering into the sky, with an indescribable desolation and vastness.
Even Chi You seemed so insignificant in front of this sacred mountain.
"Kun...Lun..."
Chi You looked at the stone tablet and whispered, "This place was once called Buzhou Mountain."
Li Daoxuan asked, "After the Wu Clan was defeated, did they flee here?"
Chi You nodded.
"Although I was suppressed under the Nine Earths, I am connected to the Wu Clan by blood, and I can still hear the prayers and calls of my people."
There was a noticeable fluctuation in Chi You's voice, and he subconsciously clenched his fists, and the bronze luster on his skin suddenly became brighter.
The ground beneath his feet could not withstand the dissipated power, and it cracked into pieces, rolling like a dragon.
"After the defeat at Zhuolu, the remaining members of the tribe fled here, but they didn't expect that the gods had already set up a formation to seal the sky and lock the earth, intending to trap all the members of the Wu tribe to death in Mount Buzhou!"
"Gong Gong was furious and sacrificed himself to crash into Mount Buzhou, thus breaking the formation and saving a glimmer of hope for the Wu clan."
After hearing this, Li Daoxuan finally understood why Chi You, even though he was unconscious, showed a trace of sadness and became even more furious when he saw his Fantian Seal during the previous battle.
His Fantian Seal was made from the half of Mount Buzhou that was broken off by Gonggong.
Gonggong angrily hit Mount Buzhou. People in later generations believed that Gonggong had lost a fight, so he crashed into Mount Buzhou in a fit of anger, causing a flood that destroyed the world, and angered heaven and people.
Li Daoxuan was a little confused at the time. No matter how bad a person's temper is, he would not commit suicide after losing a fight. If he is not afraid of death, would he not dare to fight again?
Now it all makes sense.
The reason why Gonggong sacrificed his life in such a shocking collision was to allow the last members of his tribe to survive.
He took out the Fantian Seal and saw that there was indeed an indelible red color on it. Even after years of baptism, it was still as bright as fire.
"Let's go to the next place, which is also the last place."
Chi You looked at Kunlun for a while, but did not climb to the top. Instead, he headed east.
Li Daoxuan had already vaguely guessed where the last place was, and also guessed why Chi You insisted on him accompanying him throughout the journey.
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Tang Dynasty, Jingzhou.
The scenery here is picturesque, but there is a lot of miasma. Among the mountains, there lives a somewhat strange tribe. They are tall and strong, wear bright , and often carry bamboo baskets into the mountains to collect herbs or mushrooms.
The most amazing thing is that they have a very good relationship with a kind of bear called white bear. Sometimes you can even see bright and beautiful girls riding on the big white bear to go up the mountain to cut bamboo.
The local Han people have long since merged with this special ethnic group and intermarried with them.
After the rain, the scent of grass fills the air.
The Miao people gathered together, lit a bonfire, performed a strange dance, and offered slaughtered cow heads, as if they were offering sacrifices to their ancestors.
The old priest looked skinny, with white hair, and wore a necklace made of cow bones. He knelt devoutly under a large black stone, muttering to himself.
This is the ox-slaying sacrifice, which is a sacrifice to a great ancestor in order to ward off disasters and protect the tribe.
As for the name of this great ancestor, only priests of successive generations know it. It has been passed down orally for thousands of years and has never been interrupted, and there has never been any accident.
However, this time's cattle sacrifice did not seem to go so smoothly.
Just as the old priest was praying devoutly, the big black stone, which was also the sacred stone passed down by the Miao people for thousands of years, suddenly trembled.
This scene was extremely unusual because there was no wind or rain at the moment, and the black stone weighed several thousand pounds, so how could it move?
The old priest's heart suddenly began to beat rapidly, and an indescribable emotion filled his mind , making him feel extremely vast and kind. His white hair fluttered in the wind, and the ox bone necklace around his neck rustled.
The next moment, he seemed to hear a thunderbolt in his ears, and his whole body trembled, and his pupils turned pure black.
Then he saw two figures.
A towering figure, standing like a sacred mountain, with a deep gaze, nodded at him.
The other figure was wearing a green robe and carrying a sword. He had long hair like ink, extremely handsome features, an elegant temperament, and was as bright as the moon in one's arms.
Especially the golden sword behind him. Just a glance at it made the old priest's eyes hurt and his blood tremble with fear.
"Old man, if you keep looking at this, you will go blind."
At this moment, the Taoist in green robe and sword on his back smiled slightly, then pointed his finger, and a ray of golden light shot out and penetrated into the old priest's brow.
The next moment, the old priest felt warm all over, the black in his pupils disappeared, and he returned to normal.
"Old priest, what's wrong with you?"
The tribesmen came forward one after another and expressed their concern.
The old priest anxiously got up and looked around, but the two figures were nowhere to be seen. Everything around him returned to normal, and the holy stone was also quiet, without any unusual movement.
It was as if everything that happened before was just a blur.
"Quick, get some cow blood and paper!"
Faced with the extremely excited old priest, the Miao people looked at each other, but did not dare to disobey, and hurriedly brought him cow blood and white paper.
It is said that every priest has the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods and has absolute authority in the tribe.
The old priest closed his eyes and thought carefully. Then he dipped his fingers in the cow's blood and began to paint on the white paper. His strokes were large and wide, and it looked sloppy, but he soon drew two figures.
A man with an ox's head, a green robe and a sword.
“The ancestors have appeared, the ancestors have appeared!”
Looking at the figure in the painting, the old priest suddenly burst into tears and was extremely excited.
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"I never thought that my witch bloodline would become so weak."
In the Miao village, Chi You sighed softly, feeling a little lost.
According to the guidance of blood, the Miao people here are the descendants of the witch bloodline. However, after thousands of years, their witch bloodline has become very weak and is no longer as strong as in ancient times.
Their appearance is no different from that of the Han people.
Humans and witches have achieved fusion within their bodies.
“I think this might not be a bad thing.”
Li Daoxuan smiled.
"Why?"
Chi You looked at him and asked.
"Have you forgotten why the Wu Clan is feared by the gods? Isn't it because of their innate powerful strength?"
"Go on."
"A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. A river will overflow when it is full. The moon will wane when it waxes. The blood of the witch clan is too tyrannical. It is bound to be unacceptable to heaven and earth. This catastrophe is inevitable."
"Now that they have intermarried with the Han people, they are also common people under the rule of the Tang Dynasty. They are connected to the destiny of our race and no longer need to be coveted by anyone. Instead, they can live a stable life."
Chi You looked at the Miao people who were now living and working in peace and contentment, and at the sincere smiles on their faces.
This village is not big, but it is far away from war and disputes, like a paradise.
After a moment, his voice sounded , but this time, it had a sense of relief.
"Perhaps what you said makes sense, Li Daoxuan, let's make a deal."
"What deal?"
"Please help me take good care of these descendants of the Wu clan. As for me..."
Chi You raised his head to the sky, looking at the calm sea of clouds, and said calmly: "I can kill my way up to the sky and let you see the old thing hidden deep in the heavens."
"Even if we can't kill Him, we can tear off a piece of His flesh and let Him feel some pain. How about that?"
