Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

Zhu Rong's past was exposed, and his arrogance completely disappeared. Reality was the cruelest, and he could not deny it at all.

Brothers with truly deep feelings would rather take a knife for their brother than attack their brother with a knife.

In the battle with Zhu Rong, he used real fire, and every move was a killing move. If Gong Gong was not strong enough, he might have been killed by him.

It is not uncommon for brothers to fight and kill each other, but there are very few people who can boast about their deep brotherly love while fighting to the death.

"Brother Zhu Rong, if you really love me as your sister, you wouldn't keep forcing me to choose between you and Pangu League. Because you and the fellow Taoists of Pangu League are not enemies, but allies. You just want to see me in a dilemma and indecision, so that you can achieve balance in your heart."

"You know very well that even if you killed fellow Taoists in Pangu League, I would not be able to kill you. Therefore, you ate fellow Taoist Longshen at the headquarters of Pangu League."

Every time Queen Hou Tu spoke, her heart ached.

She didn't want to lie to herself anymore, but what her brothers and sisters did made her feel so disappointed.

In order to revive the nine ancient witches, she exhausted all her efforts and used up all the merits accumulated by the witch clan in this kalpa.

In the end, what did she get?

She didn't see the brother and sister working together as she thought they would. She only saw the nine great witch ancestors constantly making things difficult for her and holding him back.

Xiangliu advised her not to tolerate it any longer, but she still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that the ancient witches would change their minds.

However, the ancient witches made her feel unpopular both inside and outside.

"Sister Hou Tu, how can you look at us like this?"

There was a tremor in Zhu Rong's voice; he could not accept such an outcome.

"What else? Zhu Rong, stop deceiving yourself and stop making things difficult for Sister Hou Tu."

Gonggong's voice sounded outside the temple, causing Zhurong's expression to change. Among the twelve witch ancestors, the one he least wanted to see was Gonggong.

During the Lich and Wizard Calamity, the two were at loggerheads, neither willing to give in. After experiencing the Lich and Wizard Calamity, he entered the land of eternal calamity, while Gonggong remained in the wilderness.

Gonggong walked slowly into the hall, his eyes were cold, looking directly at Zhurong. The atmosphere between the two of them instantly became tense, as if they had returned to the time of the Lich King's Calamity.

"Brothers, come in too! We should talk things over face to face. You should know that Sister Hou Tu just doesn't want to take action, not that she can't."

When Gonggong said this, Zhurong was greatly shocked.

Then, seven tall figures filed in and stepped into the hall. Who else could these seven people be but the seven great witch ancestors including Zhu Jiuyin?

Except for Dijiang who had already left the Wu clan, and Tianwu who was imprisoned in a forbidden area, all the ancestors of the Wu clan gathered together.

These seven ancient witches were stimulated by the news that Taiyi had attained enlightenment. They had fought with Dijun and Taiyi for their entire lives, but in the end, Taiyi attained enlightenment before them.

"Brothers, you came at the right time. Sister Hou Tu attacked me for the sake of outsiders."

Zhu Rong was overjoyed to see his savior coming.

He just didn't believe that Hou Tu Niangniang would dare to attack him in front of all the ancient witches.

However, to his surprise, he did not see any concern for him on the faces of the other ancestor witches.

Zhu Jiuyin first looked at Hou Tu Niangniang. He sighed and said, "What Sister Hou Tu said just now was not only for Zhu Rong, but also for all of us ancestor witches."

The atmosphere in the hall became heavier. Zhu Jiuyin's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every ancestor witch. They looked at each other and saw a trace of hesitation in each other's eyes.

"Zhu Jiuyin, what do you mean?"

There was a hint of uneasiness in Zhu Rong's voice. He felt that things were not developing as he expected.

Zhu Jiuyin did not answer Zhu Rong directly, but turned to Hou Tu Niangniang, with a hint of guilt in his tone: "Sister Hou Tu, we are wrong. Although I want to deceive myself, I can't deceive myself. I am indeed jealous of you."

Zhu Jiuyin's words echoed in the hall, and every word seemed so heavy. His confession shocked all the ancestor witches present. They did not expect Zhu Jiuyin to express his emotions so bluntly.

"envy?"

A complex expression flashed across Hou Tu Niangniang's eyes. She looked at Zhu Jiuyin, as if she wanted to see through his heart. "Brother, you..."

Zhu Jiuyin took a deep breath and said slowly: "I'm jealous of you for being the spokesperson of the Underworld, jealous of you for mastering the six reincarnations, jealous of you for being the leader of the Pangu Alliance, jealous of you for being respected and loved by all the witches. You even cultivated a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. But we can only live in the glory of the past and cannot move forward."

His words caused the other Ancestral Witches to fall silent, and their eyes revealed similar emotions.

They were all powerful men in the past and the pride of the witch clan, but now, they have to admit that they have been abandoned by the times.

"Zhu Jiuyin, are you looking for excuses for your incompetence?"

There was a hint of anger in Zhu Rong's voice; he could not accept such an explanation.

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head, his eyes showing a hint of determination: "No, I'm not making excuses. I'm just admitting my shortcomings. Sister Hou Tu, everything you do is for the future of the Wu Clan. But we have been hindering you because of our own selfishness. Zhu Rong, please let yourself go, and let Sister Hou Tu go!"

Zhu Jiuyin's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Zhu Rong's heart. His eyes flashed with complex emotions, anger, shame, unwillingness... all kinds of emotions intertwined, making his face look extremely ugly.

“Zhu Rong, don’t you want to know who the person who just became a saint is? I tell you, the person who became a saint is Taiyi!”

Gonggong's voice echoed in the hall, and every word hit Zhurong's heart like a hammer.

Taiyi, this name is an indescribable pain for all the ancient witches present.

Zhu Rong's face turned pale instantly, and his body trembled slightly. Obviously, this news was a huge blow to him. The grudge between him and Taiyi was long-standing. Now that Taiyi had achieved sainthood, he undoubtedly felt unprecedented pressure and frustration.

"Taiyi...became a saint?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Zhu Rong's voice, and a hint of confusion and fear flashed in his eyes.

"Taiyi, like us, has entered the Land of Eternal Tribulation. When he became a saint, we were still holding back our sister Hou Tu. Zhu Rong, don't you think this is ridiculous?"

Gonggong's words carried a hint of self-mockery and deep reflection. His words caused all the ancient witches present to fall silent. Their expressions varied, but they all revealed a common emotion - shame.