"You think I would believe that the Shamanic Tribe and Cutting Teachings Sect have formed an alliance?"
After hearing Wang Yang’s words, Gonggong did not believe it and instead looked at Wang Yang with an icy gaze.
"Moreover, if I wanted to leave, I could do so at any time; there is absolutely no need for your so-called rescue!"
This statement, coming from Gonggong who was left with only a head, lacked a sense of reality no matter how one looked at it, especially since he had been in this dark place for tens of thousands of years.
Nezha, for one, would never believe it.
Wang Yang nodded upon hearing this.
Wang Yang had already discussed the identity of the other with the Leader of the Tongtian Sect through telepathy before.
He had also come to understand some of the secrets that had transpired.
He knew that the Cutting Teachings Sect and the Shamanic Tribe had forged an alliance, so Tongtian hoped Wang Yang would rescue Gonggong.
Wang Yang naturally had no objection to this.
"After the great war between the sorcerers and monsters, of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only Houtu did not participate, Zhu Jiuyin was severely injured, and only you, Gonggong, remained with a broken body."
"Others like Di Jiang and Zhurong have turned to ashes."
"At that time, Goddess Nuwa took pity and spared your life, tasking you to guard Mount Bu Zhou to redeem your sin of toppling the celestial pillar."
"The strength of the Shamanic Tribe has been recuperating over the years. If you want to leave, you surely can. I certainly believe that," Wang Yang said indifferently as he stood there.
These secret matters may not even be fully known to Tongtian, but since Nuwa was also within the Cutting Teachings Sect, she naturally knew the key points.
"How could you possibly know all this?"
Gonggong was no longer as calm as before; it was no surprise to anyone that he was tasked with guarding Mount Bu Zhou even in his crippled state—the Saints of the Primordial Continent all knew this.
However, the fact that Zhu Long was still alive was definitely a secret of the Shamanic Tribe.
Yet this man in front of him was very much aware of such a secret, which made Gonggong even more vigilant.
"The reason I know about Zhu Long is because others have seen him," said Wang Yang calmly, continuing, "If I had any designs on the Shamanic Tribe, I wouldn’t have waited until now!"
Indeed, Gonggong said nothing more.
He seemed to believe Wang Yang’s words.
"If you’re thinking of rescuing me, forget it. I was saved by Goddess Nuwa to guard Mount Bu Zhou, and I will not leave in this lifetime."
After a moment of silence, Gonggong spoke.
He too wished to see his kin, but he could not do such a thing; he was here to protect this place.
The promise he made, he must fulfill.
"So, you would only leave if Nuwa said you could?"
Seeing Gonggong’s thoughts, Wang Yang couldn’t help but retort.
The entire cave became somewhat oppressive as Wang Yang’s words were spoken.
Especially since Gonggong had now fallen silent, closing his eyes, seemingly pondering something deep.
In truth, Gonggong was conflicted. Logically speaking, since he was responsible for damaging Mount Bu Zhou and was saved from certain death after the war between sorcerers and monsters to be the guardian of Mount Bu Zhou, thus giving him a chance to atone, it was naturally a good thing.
Gonggong was very grateful to Nuwa.
But to have stayed in this dark place for tens of thousands of years, it was impossible to say he wasn’t bored.
After all, their Shamanic Tribe had the nature of fighting against the heavens and earth; otherwise, they would not have chosen mutual destruction knowing full well the Demon Race’s strength.
Furthermore, Mount Bu Zhou has now become a place guarded by the gods, where hardly anyone comes.
This time, Nezha came over, and Gonggong, seeing his Early Stage of Great Luo cultivation level, even contemplated keeping him company to alleviate his boredom.
But now there was this inscrutable young man in front of him, offering to help him leave.
Would it be good for him to leave?
Leaving would naturally be good.
But morally speaking, he could not leave.
However, just as Wang Yang said, if Empress Nuwa allowed him to leave, saying he had completed his atonement, then indeed he could leave with a clear conscience.
Yet, as a Quasi-Saint, to ask a Saint to do something, particularly to forgive one who is nominally a sinner, seemed almost impossible.
"Let’s leave the matter at that."
After pondering for a long time, Gonggong sighed and spoke.
Then he closed his eyes, his head slowly sinking, not to emerge again.
"Fellow Daoist, shall we leave now?"
Seeing that Gonggong had become silent, Nezha spoke to Wang Yang.
He was somewhat hesitant to stay in this place any longer, as it was simply too terrifying.
Especially this enormous-headed individual from the Shamanic Tribe.
A profound smile appeared on Wang Yang’s face.
The two did not speak, nor did they call out to Gonggong again, quietly standing by the lake’s side.
Nezha was naturally anxious, but seeing Wang Yang’s calm and composed demeanor, he was unsure what Wang Yang was waiting for.
This made Nezha want to leave, but he couldn’t just depart, so he stood there impatiently, and soon after, a Golden Light flashed from outside the cave, falling into Wang Yang’s hand and turning into a scroll.
After seeing the scroll, Wang Yang immediately spoke to the lake, "Ancestral Witch Gonggong, receive Empress Nuwa’s Order of Law!"
Upon finishing his words, he raised his hand, and the scroll flew into mid-air, unfolding automatically, and Empress Nuwa’s voice came from within: "Ancestral Witch Gonggong, you have guarded Mount Bu Zhou for tens of thousands of years, your sin redeemed. From this day forth, you may leave at will."
Afterward, the scroll turned back into a scroll, settling back into Wang Yang’s hand.
"Hahaha, I never thought I, Gonggong, would have a day when I could leave!"
Gonggong emerged from the lake, his face full of smiles.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist."
Despite having only a head left, Gonggong spoke to Wang Yang with all due courtesy.
It was not someone else who had been trapped here; it was precisely because of Gonggong’s own conscience.