118: Zhu Rong challenges

At this time, Mount Buzhou was filled with gathering rosy light and a riot of colors.

Outside an unnamed valley, many Innate Sacred Beings had caught the scent of an Opportunity and were rushing to this place.

From time to time, streaks of immortal light descended and then halted in place.

Nuwa and Fuxi's daoist field was not far from here, so they were naturally the first to arrive.

The Three Pure Ones felt the powerful aura and arrived at this place early as well.

With the ring of a bell, Tai Yi used the chaos bell to tear through layers of the Void Realm and descend here, subsequently stopping in place.

Dijun followed behind him, his gaze also narrowing slightly.

One after another, great powers of the Primordial World arrived, but all were blocked outside.

An Opportunity was about to be born ahead, so they could only watch from a distance.

It wasn't that they were dissatisfied with the Opportunity, but rather that the two burly men blocking their path made them quite wary.

"These two brainless fellows again..." Tai Yi gripped the chaos bell in his hand.

Ancestral Witches do not have a Primordial Spirit and theoretically have no use for treasures, yet these two fellows had still gathered here.

Back at Zixiao Palace, they had been hindered because they were busy competing for the Prayer Mats and had no inclination for a spellcasting duel.

As a result, these two fellows had truly become arrogant and were once again blocking their way.

Then fight!

It was also time to let all living beings witness the power of his chaos bell.

Tai Yi was just about to strike when he was stopped by Dijun.

He looked around at the crowd; most were holding their breath and watching quietly, not wanting to provoke those two fellows.

It seemed everyone shared the same thought.

The treasure was not yet fully mature, and the Opportunity still required waiting for its final emergence.

Furthermore, with those two fellows blocking the front, whoever struck first would surely be the first to take a few punches.

Although there were only two of them now, once a fight started, all twelve would surely appear.

After a fierce battle, when the treasure finally emerged, they might no longer have the strength to compete for it.

Therefore, rather than wasting mana for nothing, it was better to wait for the treasure to fully emerge and then take the Opportunity in one fell swoop with thunderous momentum.

The two on the opposite side who were already prepared for battle were, naturally, Zhu Rong and Gonggong.

Standing there, the two of them were extremely majestic and domineering, fully displaying the powerful muscles of the Wu Clan as they waited for a grand battle.

However, after these people arrived, they all stopped moving and didn't even say a word; the scene was very subtle.

The two of them had maintained this posture for a long time, and if they didn't change it soon, they would be exhausted.

Zhu Rong took a breath, stepped forward, scanned the surroundings with dissatisfaction, exhaled a puff of fire, and then spoke loudly to everyone:

"Zhu Rong is here! Who dares to step forward and fight!"

"Who dares to fight me!"

"Fight!"

After issuing the challenge several times, Zhu Rong's roars echoed among the peaks of Mount Buzhou, and the scorching heat swept in all directions, steaming the mountain mists into a crimson haze.

This Ancestral Witch of Fire was shrouded in heaven-burning flames, his eyes like torches as he scanned every Innate Sacred Being present.

Wherever his gaze landed, an invisible wave of heat swept over, and everyone took a sharp breath.

The Three Pure Ones stood upon the clouds with varying expressions.

Taishang Laozi had a calm expression and didn't care much, casually isolating the scorching heat.

Yuanshi's brow furrowed slightly, the light of the Jade Ruyi in his hand restrained; clearly, he was also unwilling to strike at this moment.

Sect Leader Tongtian stood with arms crossed, the qingping sword humming softly in its sheath, Battle Intent flashing in his eyes yet held back.

Where Dijun and Tai Yi stood, the Solar True Fire and Zhu Rong's flames faintly confronted each other.

Dijun's gaze was calm as the he tu luo book slowly unfolded before him, seemingly calculating something, before finally shaking his head at his younger brother.

Tai Yi was full of Battle Intent, and the bell in his hand trembled slightly, rippling through space, but he still chose to follow his elder brother's advice and ultimately did not strike it.

Nuwa and Fuxi stood on a nearby rock, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

Fuxi observed the two Ancestral Witches, lost in thought.

This time, Zhu Rong's divine fire still did not target them.

Nuwa was composed, as if she had only come to watch a good show.

Kunpeng and the others also temporarily hid in the clouds, their eyes flashing with sharp light.

Everyone remained still, tacitly maintaining their distance, neither stepping forward to accept the challenge nor yielding an inch.

Seeing that no one responded, Zhu Rong became furious, the flames around him surging as he pointed at the crowd and began to rant.

"You will not fight, nor will you retreat. What is the reason for this?"

"Is there no one in the Primordial World who can fight?"

After he spoke, everyone still remained motionless.

The atmosphere was as frozen as iron, seemingly on the verge of erupting, yet it maintained a strange calm.

Every great power was waiting—waiting for the moment to break the balance, or waiting for the true emergence of the Opportunity.

Suddenly, two divine lights, one green and one red, flickered, and two powerful auras suddenly descended, causing everyone to involuntarily look in a certain direction.

They clearly saw the arrival of two figures, but in the next moment, they immediately vanished, and even their auras were completely hidden, as if they were just passing by.

Among the Three Pure Ones, Taishang Laozi's old eyes finally fully opened, seemingly wanting to see through that patch of the Void Realm.

Yuanshi and Tongtian also increased their vigilance, keeping a close eye on the movements of others.

Fuxi moved slightly, then suppressed his thoughts again.

Nuwa scanned the surroundings with a hint of surprise, as if looking for something.

Zhu Rong also felt that aura, and the fire around him dissipated quite a bit, but he could not distinguish it clearly.

Seeing this, Gonggong pulled him back, "Are you afraid? Go wait in the back and let me do it."

Gonggong took Zhu Rong's place and continued to challenge the crowd.

In the midst of the confrontation, two figures had already quietly bypassed everyone's perception and appeared in the valley where the Gourd Vine was located.

At this moment, within an Innate Array, seven divine lights were constantly circling and intertwining.

A vigorous Gourd Vine clung to the cliff, with multicolored light flowing between the vines.

Seven gourds of different shapes hung among them; six were already mature, emitting an astonishing dao rhyme.

The thick treasure light revealed it to be a Top Grade Innate Spirit Treasure without a doubt.

However, the seventh dark purple gourd was clearly not yet mature, with the dao patterns on its skin appearing and disappearing.

The Gourd Vine was channeling most of its vitality into the first six gourds.

The remaining vitality was also being continuously channeled into the last gourd, causing the entire divine vine to wither at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The originally brilliant light on the vines gradually dimmed, the leaves withered one by one, and the seventh gourd began to radiate a strange brilliance.

"It seems it's about to fail!" Yuan Feng said softly.

She saw that the roots of the Gourd Vine had already begun to dissipate into points of light, yet it still stubbornly channeled its remaining vitality into the last gourd.

It was truly a stubborn Spiritual Root, not even knowing it was about to die.

Qing Wu did not hesitate at all, sacrificing the measuring heaven ruler, which radiated brilliant Karma light, and used it to measure the array.

He quickly pried open a corner, and the two successfully entered.

Looking at the first six gourds, their auras were already being released, clearly having already selected their masters.

But the last one was not mature and had not yet shown any obvious movement.