Chapter 1461 The Secret of the Temple
Soon, a world gate appeared in the Dongyuan Sword Gourd. Zhang Qian could open it with just a thought. No matter where he was, he could instantly return to the west of Buzhou Mountain.

Holding the Dongyuan Sword Gourd in his palm, he thought to himself, "This gourd can record countless spatial coordinate marks and open doors to the world. With this treasure in hand, no matter how vast the prehistoric world is, I can travel back and forth."

The ancient world is so vast that its length can often be measured in light years. It is far beyond the reach of the heavens and myriad worlds. In the heavens and myriad worlds, mountains that are thousands of feet high are considered sacred mountains.

But in the ancient world, there are mountains thousands of feet high everywhere, and even small mounds cannot be counted. As for the fairy mountains that are hundreds of thousands of feet, millions of feet, or even tens of millions of feet high, there are countless of them.

Looking up towards the western land, one can clearly see the difference. If the area north of Mount Buzhou is a primitive and terrifying endless jungle, then the western land is a place with sparse vegetation. Although it cannot be called a desert, it is not much different.

Moreover, the spiritual energy of the western land is particularly thin.

"Is this the consequence of Luohou's self-destruction? It has become so barren, only slightly stronger than the heavens and myriad worlds. It will take a long time for it to fully recover."

Squinting his eyes, Zhang Qian couldn't help but think of the horrific scene when Luohou self-exploded.

The lake from which he was born when he was still an ancient dragon loach has long since disappeared, razed to the ground by the power of Luohou's self-explosion.

He had no intention of returning to his hometown. He looked at the slightly barren land in the west for a while, then turned and flew to the other side.

There is no supreme heavenly way around the Buzhou Mountain. There is no vague suppression of the heavenly way here. Zhang Qian can easily sense the laws of the great way, which is not much different from when he was in the heavens and myriad worlds.

Not only that, he discovered that the magical powers he exerted by applying the laws here were much stronger than anywhere else, as if he had opened a kind of shackles.

He hid among the broken jade and flew around the huge Buzhou Mountain.

However, they dared not go deep into the depths of Mount Buzhou, as the depths were filled with the terrifying pressure of Pangu, which was directed at the true spirits of all living beings. Without an indestructible will and unfathomable cultivation, anyone who entered there would immediately have their true spirits shattered by Pangu's pressure.

When the sun in the sky above moved a little to the west again, he finally returned to where the witch clan was.

Looking at the Pangu Temple in the distance, Zhang Qian did not act rashly. The origin of the Pangu Temple was extremely mysterious, and perhaps traces of the broken jade could be found there.

He came here to steal the true blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, not to fight with them.

After waiting patiently for a long time, no figure of the ancestor witch was seen. However, there were many great witches patrolling around the Pangu Temple. Each of them was extremely powerful and had the power to destroy the Daluo Golden Immortal.

At first glance, they are the direct descendants of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and they all possess various laws and magical powers.

“No more waiting! Even if the Twelve Ancestral Witches discover the existence of the broken jade, they shouldn’t be able to stop it!”

With an idea in his mind, Zhang Qian decided to take action.

The broken jade flew silently towards Pangu Temple, without a trace or form, and soon arrived near the temple. This temple did not look like it was built by humans at all, but was formed by nature, like a treasure in the shape of a palace.

There is not even a single crack in the entire temple, the towering temple door is tightly closed, and the original Taoist patterns are flickering faintly throughout the entire temple.

These Dao patterns exuded a terrifying Pangu aura, and the strange thing was that these Dao patterns kept absorbing the Pangu aura from the nearby Buzhou Divine Mountain. This absorption never stopped, as if the entire Buzhou Divine Mountain was providing for the Pangu Temple.

Zhang Qian's eyes flickered, and he had a vague guess in his mind, "Could it be that the Twelve Ancestral Witches used their own blood to create the Witch Clan, relying on the power of Buzhou Divine Mountain? Did they use the Pangu aura that is everywhere in Buzhou Divine Mountain?"

With the physical realm of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it is not difficult to transform into a human with a drop of blood, but each of the witches they created is extremely extraordinary, especially the great witches, each of them has different abilities.

Obviously, it is impossible to achieve this with the true blood of the ancestor witch alone, and Pangu's aura becomes the key.

With curiosity in his heart, Canyu passed through the temple door silently. The faintly visible origin of the Taoist pattern above the temple did not react at all, which made Zhang Qian breathe a sigh of relief.

After a while, the temple door was pierced by the broken jade, and people entered the interior of the temple.

Suddenly, endless innate chaotic energy appeared in front of Zhang Qian's eyes. The inside of the temple seemed to be an innate chaotic world. The last time Qiang Yi came in, Zhang Qian knew the scene inside the temple with just a hint of his mind. He had no interest in observing and went directly to the blood pool of creation in the depths along the route in his memory.

The endless innate chaotic energy around made Zhang Qian feel as if he had re-entered the chaos outside the sky. However, the innate chaotic energy in the temple was filled with Pangu's pressure. If it were not for the protection of Canyu, his true spirit would have been shocked by this terrifying pressure.

"This Pangu Temple is a perfect whole, as if it was formed by nature. It must be a treasure. I don't know what grade it is. Judging from its appearance, perhaps only the Twelve Ancestral Witches know the secret of this temple. Hmm? Could it be that!"

At this moment, his mind turned, and he suddenly thought of an incredible guess, "Could it be that this Pangu Temple was transformed from Pangu's skull? It is really possible. The Buzhou Divine Mountain next to it was transformed from Pangu's spine, and above the spine is the head. Pangu's eyes turned into the sun and the moon, and his hair turned into countless stars. The skull should not be missing. It is very likely that his skull fell here and turned into this Pangu Temple!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Qian suddenly felt enlightened. Although he didn't know whether this guess was correct, it should be pretty close.

"The Pangu Temple should be the Wu Clan's biggest trump card. If this temple is really made from Pangu's head, then no one in the prehistoric world can break it. The defense of this temple should be even stronger than the Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda!"

With this temple in hand, the Witch Clan can be said to never be exterminated. No matter how tragic the catastrophe, as long as the temple is still there, the Witch Clan can maintain its foundation.

Perhaps this is also the trump card Pangu left for the witch clan.

“Are we there yet?”

After an unknown amount of time, bursts of rich energy and blood power came faintly from the misty chaotic air ahead. The energy and blood power was extremely condensed, and a kind of evil spirit permeated it.

Whoosh!
The broken jade moved and finally passed through all the mist. The front suddenly became clear and a huge pool of blood appeared there.

The blood pool is endless, like a huge lake, in which the bottomless scarlet water is rolling endlessly, and in the rolling water, there are countless blood cocoons standing.

At first glance, these blood cocoons look like unhatched eggs, and they emit constant heartbeat sounds that are so loud and deafening.

There are countless blood cocoons, some big and some small. The big ones are as high as a thousand feet, and the small ones are only about ten feet. The bigger the blood cocoon, the more terrifying the heartbeat is, like thunder.

With a quick glance, Zhang Qian saw a square stone platform on the shore of this huge blood-red lake, with streams of blood and smoke rising from the platform.

(End of this chapter)