Chapter 26 The Protagonists of Heaven and Earth, the Witch Clan? The Demon Clan?

"There is no need to be so polite. Gonggong, your ability to break through to the quasi-sage is a result of your own hard work and has little to do with me." Ao Changsheng said softly.

"However, I have some questions that I would like to ask you brothers and sisters. I wonder if it is possible."

"Senior Changsheng, please ask." Houtu said.

"Thousands of years ago, Gonggong, you probably didn't come to my dojo by chance, right?" Ao Changsheng asked.

After all, he still had doubts. After all, Hongjun's sermon was only more than a thousand years old.

When Gonggong came back from Zixiao Palace, he did not return to the Wu Clan. Instead, he came to the East China Sea and found his dojo by coincidence.

There is no such thing as a coincidence.

"It was Daozu Hongjun who directed this junior to come here." Gonggong replied directly without hesitation.

On the side, Hou Tu also told Ao Changsheng what happened in Zixiao Palace at that time.

"Hongjun?" Ao Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, not much surprised in his heart.

After all, the only two people who knew the location of his Taoist temple were Yang Mei and Hongjun. Hongjun had become Taoist, and Yang Mei could not still be there in the prehistoric times.

Therefore, if anyone reveals the location of his Taoist temple, it is naturally only Hongjun.

On the side, when they heard Ao Changsheng calling Hongjun by his name, Gonggong and Houtu couldn't help but look at each other.

Sure enough... this immortal senior is what Taoist Hongjun calls his fellow Taoist. At the very least, he is an antique and a quasi-sage at the pinnacle.

Even like Taoist Hongjun, he is a saint, a hidden saint.

Gonggong and Houtu looked in front of them as if they were Hongjun, and Ao Changsheng thought unfathomably in his heart.

"Senior Changsheng, I have the guts to ask you something, senior!" On the side, Hou Tu suddenly took a step forward and said in a deep voice.

"What's the matter?" Ao Changsheng looked at Hou Tu.

"Back then, in the Zixiao Palace, the younger generation asked the Taoist Ancestor for guidance on the Wu Clan because the Wu Clan was unable to practice the Hongjun Immortal Way. However, the Taoist Ancestor pointed out the younger generation, saying that the opportunity for the Wu Clan lies with the senior."

Hou Tu paused for a moment before continuing: "So, I am bold and want to ask my senior to give me guidance on the way to practice as a witch clan."

After hearing Hou Tu's request, Ao Changsheng paused.

Instructing the witch clan on how to practice?

How funny!

The only witch clan he has ever seen combined is the two of you. How can he give you advice?

However, Ao Changsheng looked at the pile of innate spiritual treasures flashing beside him, and suddenly felt that he was worthy of these treasures!

Forget about the innate spiritual treasures, more would be of no use to him, but those innate spiritual roots are all treasures that can speed up his cultivation.

He groaned.

Ao Changsheng said slowly: "The path of cultivation for the witch clan is ultimately up to you, the witch clan, and the twelve ancestral witches to develop on your own. Only in this way is the path of cultivation for your witch clan."

After hearing Ao Changsheng's words, Hou Tu was stunned for a moment, but then fell into thinking.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and Houtu's eyes became brighter and brighter.

yes! Naturally, the path of cultivation for their witch clan must be walked and developed by themselves. If it is guided by others, it is not the path of cultivation for the witch clan.

Could it be that the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan and the hundreds of millions of witch clans are still unable to open up a path of cultivation for the witch clan?

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance. I understand, junior!" Hou Tu suddenly thanked Ao Changsheng.

"It's good if you understand!"

Ao Changsheng looked at Houtu in front of him and nodded lightly.

Although he did have some intention of fooling Houtu, what he said was his true feelings.

The more he practices, the more Ao Changsheng feels the mystery of practice.

Every breakthrough in cultivation, every realization of the great path of the world, is a kind of great joy and joy that comes from the heart.

But at the same time, Ao Changsheng felt more and more how personal cultivation was.

Even the magical powers and secret techniques he obtained from the system were through his own practice.

After millions of years of research and hard work, he will eventually put his own stamp on it.

Even with the method of opening up the inner world that he recently obtained, Ao Changsheng would subconsciously modify it according to his own ideas during his practice.

Not long ago, after he recognized the difference between Hedao and Zhengdao during Gonggong's breakthrough, he became even more certain of this.

From Daluo Jinxian to Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, there is no specific path to practice for the quasi-sage realm in between.

Hongjun's method of killing three corpses, the Hunyuan method obtained from the dragon clan's inheritance, or even his method of opening up the inner world.

They are all the cultivation paths leading to Hunyuan opened up by the predecessors.

And Ao Changsheng had a vague guess in his heart, maybe... only the true pathbreaker can truly become the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

Of course... this is just Ao Changsheng's own speculation, and he has no evidence.

"That's right!" Ao Changsheng suddenly looked at Gonggong and Houtu and said, "I'm giving you a heads up!"

"This era is the age of lichs, and you two lich clans are destined to be the protagonists of this era."

"But just like the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn clans of the previous era, your two clans will also be the protagonists of this calamity."

Originally, Gonggong and Hou Tu were pleasantly surprised when they heard Ao Changsheng say that they were the protagonists of this era, but when they heard the last sentence, they were so frightened that they broke into a cold sweat.

It can make two quasi-sage ancestral witches break into cold sweat, which shows the weight of Ao Changsheng's words.

"Senior Changsheng, what do you mean..." Hou Tu couldn't help but feel a little dry, and his mind couldn't help but think of the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and unicorn in the ancient wilderness at this time.

Although it cannot be said to be genocide, it is definitely not much better.

"Well, that's what you think." Ao Changsheng nodded directly.

"Senior Changsheng, the demon clan is no more than the two quasi-sages Di Jun and Tai Yi, how can they be compared with our Wu clan..." Gonggong said in a deep voice.

His mind couldn't help but think of the opportunity to kill the demon clan before the world membrane, and a trace of regret that was far deeper than before emerged in his heart.

"As the protagonists of this era, most of the luck between heaven and earth lies with your two clans. Even if you are weak now, you will soon grow stronger." Ao Changsheng shook his head slightly.

In the last era, the three clans of dragon, phoenix, and unicorn were not strong from the beginning. They also continued to compete for hegemony and strength over the long period of an era.

In contrast, at the beginning of this era, the Witch Clan had twelve quasi-sages, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the Monster Clan also had two quasi-sages, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

This is already much happier than the dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns of the previous era.

"Senior Changsheng, there is no other way. Can our Wu Clan only prosper in this era and then be completely lonely?" Hou Tu couldn't help but ask.

"have."

Under Hou Tu's surprised gaze, Ao Changsheng nodded affirmatively.

"There is still a glimmer of hope in the way of heaven. Even if you are the protagonists of the calamity, there must be a chance of survival." Ao Changsheng said with certainty.

"However, a glimmer of hope is only a glimmer of hope after all. Even if we grasp it, the Witch Clan will not be as prosperous as it is now!"

"Senior, why..." Gonggong on the side couldn't help but wanted to ask, but was directly interrupted by Hou Tu.

"I beg Senior Changsheng to point out this glimmer of hope!"

Hou Tu was very decisive and bowed down to seek the truth.

Ao Changsheng took a deep look at Hou Tu and then said softly: "This glimmer of hope still lies with you, the Wu Clan, so you should watch more and think more."

"If you want to dominate the ancient world, you have to think more about what your Wu clan can bring to the ancient world, rather than what the ancient world can bring to you."

"What...can we bring to Honghuang?" Hou Tu was a little stunned.

"Okay, this is all I can warn you!" Ao Changsheng said softly, looking at Hou Tu who was lost in thought and Gong Gong who was hesitant to speak.

"Want to come and sit in my dojo?" Ao Changsheng invited.

"No, Senior Changsheng." Houtu on the side shook his head.

"Thank you for your guidance this time, senior. We, brother and sister, need to rush back to the Wu Clan as soon as possible to discuss this matter with our brothers."

"Then I wish you good luck." Ao Changsheng did not force it, opened the passage between the dojo and the ancient world, and let the two of them leave.

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Standing on the shore, Ao Changsheng watched the departing figures of Hou Tu and Gong Gong, and sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, in the future, only Houtu, the ancestral witch of the Witch Clan, will survive and continue the prehistoric Witch Clan. It is not a coincidence, or destiny.

But it is inevitable that Hou Tu, who appears to be mellow, actually has the decisiveness possessed by Bian Gonggong.

Just like the glimmer of hope he just said.

Whether it was Hou Tu or Gong Gong, when Ao Changsheng explained, they already understood what the so-called glimmer of hope for the Wu clan was.

The twelve ancestral witches are the heaven of the witch clan, and they are also the root of the witch clan.

As long as the twelve ancestral witches do not fall, the witch clan will not decline. As long as one ancestral witch survives, the witch clan will always have a glimmer of hope.

Similarly, as long as Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi survive, the demon clan will not decline.

"Because of this, the eternal protagonists in this world will not be you Witch Clan and Monster Clan!"

Ao Changsheng looked at the retreating figures of the two wizards and muttered to himself. The moment his words fell, the incarnation dissipated directly.