Chapter 280 Restoring the Western Lands
The drawing of the Primordial Map is crucial to the future of the Wu Clan, a matter of great importance. Therefore, it is certainly worthwhile to bring out Pangu's heart.
However, the Wu Clan plans to draw the Primordial Map.
But Houtu, seeing the barrenness of the western lands, suddenly felt compassion and decided to restore the western landscape while drawing the map.
If the other Ancestral Witches knew this, it would be disastrous!
It must be understood that Pangu has already transformed into heaven and earth, and the heart he left behind has long lost its inexhaustible power.
The power that Pangu's heart possesses now is accumulated over countless years; every bit depleted requires a great deal of time to recover.
Otherwise, the Wu Clan, relying on Pangu's heart, would have already unified the Primordial World. Not to mention the demon race, even a sage might not be able to withstand the power of Pangu's heart.
Why then would they enshrine Pangu's heart in the Pangu Temple, only using it as a last resort?
In the primordial world, the greater the power, the more it is restrained, lest it disrupt the balance maintained by the Heavenly Dao.
Using the power of Pangu's heart to repair the western lands—whether it could actually be repaired is uncertain—would certainly deplete the power accumulated by Pangu's heart over so many years.
This would be a great loss for the Wu tribe.
Therefore, if the other Ancestral Witches knew Houtu's intentions, they would absolutely not allow her to act recklessly.
Unfortunately, they were unaware.
Of course, they also wouldn't have imagined that Houtu would use the power of Pangu's heart without their consent.
"Go!"
Houtu offered up Pangu's heart, slit her wrist, and dripped her own blood onto it.
As direct descendants of Pangu, the Ancestral Witches could maximize the power of Pangu's heart by using their own blood as a catalyst.
"Thump! Thump! Thump..."
In an instant, Pangu's heart seemed to come alive, pounding violently and bursting forth with a dazzling purple light, enveloping the surrounding mountains and rivers for billions of miles.
The sound of the heartbeat, initially faint, gradually resonated with the heavens and earth as time passed. First, the rules of heaven and earth began to beat in unison, then the Great Dao itself followed suit.
The entire West trembled, and an inexplicable Daoist rhythm arose from the heavens and earth. Countless extraordinary phenomena manifested, appearing simultaneously on the western land, a magnificent spectacle that attracted the attention of countless Western beings.
"What?"
On Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti, who were comprehending the Great Dao, were abruptly jolted from their reverie by the sudden turn of events.
"That's... Houtu!"
"What is she doing?"
"And what are the treasures beside her?"
As soon as they regained their senses, their gazes were drawn to Houtu. There were only two powerful figures in the West, and Houtu's arrival was as dazzling as the sun; it would be strange if they hadn't noticed her.
"That's Pangu's heart!"
"No mistake, this aura is incomparably powerful, incomparably majestic, incomparably sacred, making us all feel inferior. Only the Great Dao Venerable could achieve this."
"This is Pangu's heart!"
In just a moment of stunned silence, Jieyin and Zhunti recognized the origin of Pangu's heart.
Indeed, in the primordial world, only Pangu's power could make even saints feel inferior.
"Houtu is repairing the western lands?"
"She is actually using Pangu's heart to repair the western lands."
"Has she gone mad?"
"At the cost of weakening the Wu Clan, she is repairing the ancestral veins of the West."
"This... What benefit does He gain from doing this?"
But what they discovered next shocked and astonished Jieyin and Zhunti.
Houtu was willing to deplete the resources of the Wu Clan to strengthen the Western Lands—didn't that seem absurd and laughable?
Was Houtu a fool?
Perhaps Jieyin and Zhunti, having schemed so much, had gradually changed their hearts and forgotten that there were still people in this world with great love and selfless dedication.
In their eyes, Houtu's actions were truly utterly absurd and ridiculous!
...
Strands of purple light flowed from Pangu's heart, surging into the Western Lands, continuously repairing the damaged ley lines.
Pangu was a being comparable to the Dao; His power could no longer be called power, but rather Daoist essence, containing the power of the Great Dao.
Under this power, the resentment that had never been extinguished deep within the Western Lands slowly dissipated, allowing life to reappear on the land.
As the resentment of the earth dissipated, the ancestral vein of the West, which had been silent since the end of ancient times, suddenly emanated a fluctuation today.
A wisp of life force emanated, though faint, it was real and represented infinite possibilities.
"The West is saved!"
Seeing this wisp of life force, Jieyin and Zhunti shouted excitedly.
As long as this wisp of life force is not lost, the ancestral vein of the West will one day be completely revived. As for how long it will take, that depends on the abilities of Jieyin and Zhunti.
"Roar!"
A loud dragon roar rang out, carrying the joy of regained life and a sense of elation, spreading throughout the entire Western land.
This was the voice of the ancestral vein of the West.
Instantly, a golden rain fell from the sky, washing away all the evil and calamity energy that permeated the Western land.
The entire Western land was cleansed!
"Buzz..."
Just then, Pangu's heart suddenly trembled for a moment, suppressed all the strange phenomena, broke through the void, and returned to the Pangu Palace.
This was because only a few hundred thousand years had passed since the last war between the Lich King and the Demon King, and the power consumed by Pangu's heart had not yet fully recovered.
The power required to restore the western lands was immense; in just a short time, seventy to eighty percent of the remaining power of Pangu's heart had been consumed.
Pangu's heart, after all, was a contingency plan left by Pangu for the Wu tribe. Realizing its power was severely depleted, how could it allow Houtu to act recklessly? It immediately withdrew its power and returned to the Pangu Palace.
No matter the situation, Pangu's heart would always retain one-tenth of its power, in case something happened to the Wu tribe and it was powerless to help.
This was the last guarantee Pangu could make for the Wu tribe.
"Houtu..."
"Alas!"
Inside the Pangu Palace, the moment Pangu's heart returned, the changes in it were sensed by Dijiang.
In that instant, Dijiang's face changed drastically, becoming incredibly angry, his face filled with fury, causing ripples to spread through the void.
But then, he sighed helplessly and sat back down.
Ultimately, protecting the primordial land is the responsibility of the Wu tribe. The western land has been devastated ever since, and their lack of any response is already a dereliction of duty.
Houtu's actions today were not wrong, and Dijiang has no reason to criticize her.
No, that's not quite right either; Houtu's mistake was that she didn't consult with Dijiang and the others beforehand.
(End of Chapter)