Buzhou Mountain.
The first divine mountain of the Great Desolation, formed from Pangu's spine, propping up the sky and supporting the earth, majestic and towering.
The higher one ascended, the more terrifying the pressure from Pangu's Legacy became, and the more concentrated Pangu Will was.
Zhou Ming led Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming, and Hou Tu, climbing step by step.
As he walked, Zhou Ming muttered to himself, "Crying at the mountain… This act, if it were modern, would make headlines, right? 'Shocking! Top Great Desolation Powers Form a Group to Extort Their Ancestor,' 'Ancestor Witches Cry Pitifully Online for Treasures'…" His mouth twitched, but his face remained serious.
The pressure here was completely different from the gentle aura near Pangu Hall at the foot of the mountain; this pressure was real, each step like carrying a small mountain on one's back.
The higher they went, the clearer and heavier that Will pressure became, as if it were substantial.
Finally, on a relatively flat mountainside, Zhou Ming stopped, "This is the place!"
He turned around and looked at his four bewildered, or rather, unwilling, younger siblings, his expression serious, but his eyes carrying a hint of encouragement.
"Are you all ready? Remember, give it your all! For the Witch Clan." After he finished speaking, without waiting for their reaction, Zhou Ming knelt down with a thud, decisively!
His posture was standard, his expression sorrowful, as if he had rehearsed countless times.
"Father God…"
A heartbroken cry, with a choked voice, echoed through the clouds!
"Father God—I miss you, old man—!"
The sound reverberated in the silent mountain peak, filled with endless grievance and longing.
Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming, and Hou Tu were all stunned by Zhou Ming's sudden outburst.
Big Brother… He… He really cried, and he cried so… devotedly.
Zhou Ming ignored them and continued to sob with tears streaming down his face:
"Back then, in the Chaos, this ignorant junior was swept along by the System, but it was your Wisdom Eye that rescued me and granted me new life."
"How magnificent you were when you opened the sky and created the earth in the Chaos! You set the earth, water, fire, and wind, and manifested all phenomena of the Great Desolation! I thought I could always stay by your side, listen to your teachings, and learn your world-supporting abilities…"
"Your kindness to me is as vast as a mountain, and your affection like that of a father! But why, as soon as I awoke, were you no longer here?
Wuwuwu… You left me alone in this empty Pangu Hall, and I still have to raise these twelve ignorant younger siblings…"
As he spoke emotionally, Zhou Ming secretly winked at Hou Tu and Xuanming, his eyes signaling: Cry! Hurry! The atmosphere is already here!
Xuanming and Hou Tu exchanged glances, their pretty faces a bit flushed.
Make them cry? And in front of Father God's Will… This… It's too difficult for a Witch!
But seeing their Big Brother crying so devotedly, so "sincerely," the two gritted their teeth and stamped their feet.
For the Witch Clan!
Hou Tu, being the kindest, saw her Big Brother crying so sadly and thought of the future hardships of the Witch Clan. Her eyes reddened, and large tears rolled down her cheeks, her voice choked: "Father God… We… We are truly so difficult…"
Xuanming was initially a bit awkward, but seeing Zhou Ming and Hou Tu crying, and then being glared at by Zhou Ming's eyes, which were full of "if you don't cry, I'll beat you," she could only brace herself and try to conjure up some emotion.
She thought about what Big Brother had said, about the Witch Clan having no Magic Treasures, no backing, and possibly being bullied by the Yao Race and schemed against by Saints in the future. The more she thought, the more wronged she felt, and with a wail, she also burst into tears: "Father God… Wuwuwu… You just left like this… What are we to do…?"
At this, Zhurong and Gonggong were completely dumbfounded.
Even the usually calm and steady Xuanming was crying.
The cries of the two Ancestral Witches, though not as "professional" as Zhou Ming's, carried a bit of genuine emotion, instantly making the atmosphere much more desolate.
Seeing this, Zhou Ming thought to himself, "These youngsters are teachable!" Then he cried even harder, truly shaking heaven and earth and moving gods and spirits.
"Father God! Look at your children! I worked so hard to raise them, and each one has transformed and gained a Primordial Spirit. But what about the future?"
"Look at Zhurong! He's just a brainless hothead! His temper is awful and stubborn, always acting without thinking. He'll definitely be schemed to death in the future!"
Zhurong: "…"
Although Big Brother was crying, why did his words sound so unpleasant?
"And Gonggong, this stubborn fellow is even more hopeless. He's a one-track mind! He sticks to his principles and will surely end up crashing into your Buzhou Mountain, meeting the fate of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!"
Gonggong: "…"
Big Brother, you shouldn't curse people like that.
"And Hou Tu, my sister, she has the kindest heart, just like you, old man. But in the future… in the future, for the sake of all living beings in the Great Desolation, she will even… Wuwuwu…"
Hou Tu was already crying, and hearing this, even greater sorrow welled up, and she cried with tears like falling pear blossoms: "Wuwuwu… Father God…"
"Such a vast Witch Clan, the painstaking descendants of you, old man, will end up with some dead, some scattered, unable to even preserve their Legacy. Father God, can you bear it? If you have a Spirit in heaven, please pity us and give us some Magic Treasures for protection."
Driven by Zhou Ming, Zhurong and Gonggong also couldn't hold back.
Although they were simple-minded, they knew that Big Brother was talking about the future of the Witch Clan. Thinking of such a tragic scene, and feeling the lingering Will of Father God, a huge surge of grief and indignation welled up in their hearts.
"Wuwah—Father God!" Zhurong howled, his voice shaking the surroundings.
"Father God—It's unfair—!" Gonggong also cried out, beating his chest and stomping his feet.
For a moment, on the peak of Buzhou Mountain, cries shook the heavens.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhou Ming struck while the iron was hot and began to tentatively make demands:
"Father God, I think that Twelve-Grade Green Lotus of Creation is quite good. It's an Innate Supreme Treasure, its defense is excellent, and its grade is high, perfectly suitable for us thick-skinned children for protection! Why don't you bestow it upon us?"
As soon as his voice fell, in the midst of the ethereal, a thought resonated directly in Zhou Ming's mind:
"The Green Lotus of Creation is tied to Luck and belongs to the Three Pure Ones." Simple, direct, no room for negotiation.
"What?!" Zhou Ming stood up abruptly, wiped away a tear, and stomped his foot in anger, "Father God! You're too biased! "
"The Three Pure Ones are formed from your Primordial Spirit, but we are formed from your essence blood. Both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh, how can you favor one over the other? Wuwuwu… We are so miserable… No one loves us…"
Zhurong and Gonggong, hearing that good things weren't for them, also started shouting, "Father God is biased, it's unfair!"
Hou Tu and Xuanming also sniffled, their faces full of grievance as they continued to sob softly, their eyes filled with accusations against their "biased parent."
Zhou Ming once again became a dramatic actor, crying even more miserably than before.
"Then… if the Twelve-Grade Green Lotus of Creation won't do… give us something else!"
Zhou Ming's eyes darted around, and he continued to wail.
"Didn't your Jade Tablet of Creation shatter? Just give us three or five pieces, let us comprehend the Dao, and improve our strength."
"Or the Chaos Pearl would also work. I heard that thing can form its own Chaos and evolve worlds. It would be a good retreat for our Witch Clan; if we can't survive in the Great Desolation in the future, we'll at least have a place to stay, right?"
"And also! Father God, you were so formidable back then, defeating three thousand Chaos Demon Gods. What about their treasures? Chaos Spirit Treasures, Chaos Supreme Treasures, just pick a few for us to protect ourselves, we're not picky."
"If that's really not possible, then the netherworld white lotus is fine too. I heard that thing is excellent at purifying Evil Qi, which would surely be of great benefit to our Witch Clan."
Zhou Ming rattled off all the masterless top-tier treasures he could think of in one breath, acting as if he would cry himself to death right there if he didn't get something.
Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming, and Hou Tu were all dumbfounded.
Big Brother… You dare to ask for too much, don't you? Those are all legendary Innate Supreme Treasures and Chaos Supreme Treasures.
Perhaps Zhou Ming and the others cried too miserably, or perhaps Pangu truly left behind some contingency, or perhaps it was merely the instinctive favor of Father God's Will for his Bloodline descendants.
Suddenly, a stream of information surged into Zhou Ming's mind!
"Above this place, ten thousand feet up, there is a Fragment of the Jade Tablet of Creation."
"The netherworld white lotus is located outside the East Sea, in Fangzhang or Yingzhou of the Three Immortal Islands, and cannot be found without the Book of Earth."
Zhou Ming's eyes lit up.
A Fragment of the Jade Tablet of Creation, though only one piece, was a good thing that recorded the Three Thousand Dao! Even just a fragment was an unimaginable Supreme Treasure!
The netherworld white lotus! One of the four great lotus platforms, it was originally in Fangzhang or Yingzhou, and required the Book of Earth to find it. No wonder no one in the Great Desolation had obtained this treasure; after all, Fangzhang and Yingzhou had never been found before, and now there was finally a clue!
"Thank you, Father God, you truly are the one who loves us the most!" Zhou Ming immediately changed his expression, his face streaked with tears, but his smile was incredibly bright.
Although the other four Ancestral Witches didn't directly receive the information, they also sensed that Big Brother seemed to have gained some tremendous benefit, and they all stopped crying, looking at Zhou Ming curiously.
Zhou Ming, having gained an advantage, still wanted to show off. His eyes darted around, and he tentatively asked again: "Father God, then… is there anything else? For example, when you defeated the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods back then, did you leave behind any Chaos Spirit Treasures or Chaos Supreme Treasures…"
"Since you have condensed your Primordial Spirit, you can now activate the Legacy mark I left deep within your Bloodline. Go."
After he finished speaking, the Will that had been communicating with Zhou Ming slowly fell silent, leaving only the vast pressure still shrouding the mountain peak.
Legacy mark? The Legacy Pangu left for the Ancestral Witches?
Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment, then his eyes burst forth with an even brighter light!
This was the real big prize; Magic Treasures were important, but one's own strength and potential were fundamental.
The Legacy left by Great God Pangu was absolutely extraordinary.
"Alright, stop crying." Zhou Ming wiped his tears, stood up, and patted Hou Tu and Xuanming, who were still sobbing.
Zhurong and Gonggong also stopped howling, looking at him blankly.
"Big Brother, how was it? Did Father God, the old man… give us good things?" Zhurong asked in a muffled voice, his face still streaked with two clear tear marks, even though they were from dry wails.
"More than just good things. Come, let's go retrieve that Fragment of the Jade Tablet of Creation first." Zhou Ming was greatly invigorated, and he called out to the still somewhat bewildered four Ancestral Witches, heading in the direction indicated by Father God's Will.