Chapter 1771: The Wu Clan’s Conflict
Such tremendous power immediately attracted the attention of the entire prehistoric world, and countless creatures looked towards the Chaos Pearl above the nine heavens.

Zhang Qian took a step into the void, walking towards the Chaos Pearl step by step, until he was immersed in the Chaos Pearl. He mobilized the great power of the entire chaotic world inside, blessing his own Tao sound, and let his Tao sound spread throughout the prehistoric world.

"I was fortunate to have inherited the memory of Pangu in Shouyang Mountain. I have the Pangu magic Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Gong in my hand. I want to do some good deeds. Three months later, I will preach the Pangu magic in Tangting Mountain in the north to benefit all the spirits in the prehistoric world. Anyone who is interested can come and listen!"

His mighty voice of Tao penetrated the boundless void, spread to all parts of the prehistoric world, and rang in the ears of countless living beings.

He did not say those who are predestined, but those who are willing. After all, the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Gong that he was going to explain was an extremely vicious and mysterious art that contained terrible calculations. Naturally, he hoped that as many people as possible would come to listen.

If someone else had obtained the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Art, they might have used it as a foundation to offer sacrifices to heaven and establish a local Taoist school. But Zhang Qian had never thought about establishing a Taoist school, especially after secretly stealing the origin of the prehistoric world, he could no longer establish his own Taoist school.

Any sect is a force that has caught the eye of Heaven. If he has caught the eye of Heaven, the secret of stealing the origin of the great world may be leaked out at any time.

Compared to stealing the origin of the great wilderness, what is the mere Taoist tradition?
His goal is to plunder the origin of the entire prehistoric world and use it to nourish his own Zhongji World, making the Zhongji World an even larger world of origin than the prehistoric world.

"He's actually going to preach?"

Zulong, who returned to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, frowned when he heard Zhang Qian's words. He didn't believe what Zhang Qian said at the beginning. If anyone obtained Pangu's inherited memory, wouldn't they have to be careful not to let outsiders know?

But what about Zhang Qian?

"Is he so generous? No, there must be something strange here!"

Zhulong responded from the side.

"Humph, there is definitely something strange. With Zhang Qian's personality, how could he do something that would not benefit him? He wants to preach the prehistoric world and explain Pangu Avenue in Tangting Mountain. Obviously, he has an ulterior motive."

"The key now is, should we go and listen to the lecture?"

"Listen?" Zulong hesitated. He still couldn't let go of his face, but he was curious about what Zhang Qian was going to say about Pangu. "It's okay to listen. After all, it's Pangu's way. But you must not listen to his teachings and then change to practice other methods. When Minghe listened to Wanwuyi's teachings, he directly changed to practice the side door and unorthodox methods. In the short term, he did get great benefits. What about now? When Pangu's true form appeared, the side door was directly destroyed and became a member of the demon path. Minghe will always be restrained by the witch clan in the future."

Thinking of the lesson of the old man of the Styx, Zulong gave instructions with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, I'm not a fool. How could I easily follow the old path of the Styx?"

Zhulong didn't care.

Not only Zulong and others were grumbling, other great powers in the ancient times also didn't understand what Zhang Qian was doing. After obtaining Pangu's inherited memories, shouldn't he hide in the Zhongda World to meditate and practice Pangu Avenue?

The Pangu Sanqing of Kunlun Mountain also had an idea. They were the incarnations of Pangu's primordial spirit, and the exchange of the auspicious clouds between them could manifest the complete Pangu inheritance. Even so, they were still very interested in the Pangu Avenue that Zhang Qian was going to explain, and they really wanted to know how the Pangu inheritance memory that Zhang Qian obtained was different from their own inheritance memory.

These are just the innate gods. The cultivators in various places in the prehistoric world are different. When they heard that Zhang Qian was going to explain Pangu Avenue, they were immediately excited. It was not the first time that he preached in the prehistoric world. There was Wan Wuyi before, and many prehistoric creatures had heard Wan Wuyi preach.

Now that they knew that Zhang Qian was also going to preach, they all thought that Zhang Qian was going to follow Wan Wuyi's example and create his own school of thought after preaching.

So they didn't think of being on guard, and just thought that this was a prelude to Zhang Qian's offering sacrifice to heaven and establishing the Dao. In this case, the opportunity to comprehend Pangu Dao must not be missed. The moment Zhang Qian's Dao sound fell, countless escape lights rose from all over the prehistoric world and flew rapidly towards the northern wilderness.

Zhang Qian agreed to give a sermon after three months. Although this period of time seems very long, in fact, only those with outstanding cultivation can fly to the northern wilderness and Tangting Mountain during this period of time.

This was also the process of Zhang Qian's selection. In three months, he couldn't even fly to Tangting Mountain, and was not qualified to be sacrificed and refined into a puppet god or demon.

While he was preparing for his sermon in Tangting Mountain step by step, an argument broke out among the Wu Clan at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

"The death of our eldest brother is the greatest tragedy for our Wu clan. Although the side sect was buried with our eldest brother, it was a bit too easy for them! The most important thing now is to select a new leader to lead our Wu clan to move forward. We are the descendants of the bloodline of the Father God. This world is destined to be dominated by our clan. Who do you think can take on this important task?"

The voice of Hou Tu, the ancestor witch, rang out in Pangu Temple.

Around her were the twelve ancestor witches, and behind them was the vast blood pool of the Creation Clan. And above the blood pool there was a huge purple-gold skull floating there, which was the skull of Pangu.

After returning to Pangu Temple, the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately placed Pangu's skull in the temple, suspended it above the Blood Pool of Creation, and connected the blood pool to the skull. In this way, they could use the power of the skull to speed up the Creation people.

And this is indeed the case. Since it was placed in the skull, the speed with which the Blood Pool of Creation has created the Witch Clan has shocked the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Humph, who else can I choose? I, Zhu Rong, will take the top spot!"

As soon as Hou Tu finished speaking, Zhu Rong spoke impatiently.

"What a joke! How can you, Zhu Rong, be qualified to become the leader of our tribe? You are not the strongest in terms of combat power, and you only know how to act recklessly. If you become the leader of our tribe, our tribe will be destroyed sooner or later!"

"Gong Gong, what did you say? You don't accept it?!"

When Zhu Rong heard Gong Gong's words, he immediately jumped up in anger and looked like he was about to attack. When Di Jiang was still around, he could suppress Zhu Rong's hot temper, but now that Di Jiang is gone, no one can suppress him anymore.

The truth is that none of the ancestor witches are willing to submit to each other. They appear to be in harmony only because of Dijiang. Without Dijiang, no matter who becomes the new leader among these ancestor witches, there will be people who will be dissatisfied.

"Do we have to fight to decide? That's great, who will be my opponent?"

An extremely cold voice sounded, and it was from the Ancestral Witch Xuanming.

"Come on, I'll be your opponent!"

Qiang Liang suddenly stood up, eager to try.

Qiang Yi on the side rolled his eyes and watched the scene quietly but did not say a word. He knew that even if Di Jiang died, he was not a brother or sister born with these ancient witches, so there was no such relationship. He was happy to watch the fun. Anyway, for the sake of the Twelve Gods and Demons Formation, no one would treat him unfairly.

Zhang Qian saw everything that happened in Pangu Temple clearly from Qiangyi's perspective. Seeing the ancient witches arguing, he shook his head and sighed, "Without Dijiang, the witch clan has become a mess. No matter who becomes the new leader in the end, the witch clan can never go back to the way it was before."

(End of this chapter)