Changes Among the Three Clans

What shocked her was that, despite her early-stage Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation, she could not withstand the power of a single Dao Pattern of Force. What delighted her was that she had a chance to fuse all of the Three Thousand Great Daos into herself.

By then, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had heard the news and come rushing over. When they saw Nuwa emerge in her transformed body, every one of them was overjoyed. They offered their congratulations, treating her as their little sister.

"Sister Nuwa, if anyone bullies you from now on, just give them my name, Zhurong!"

"That's right. The twelve of us, your brothers and sisters, will stand behind you. If anyone bullies you, I, Gonggong, will be the first to object."

"Sister Nuwa is so pretty. We must spend more time together from now on."

"Hehe, from now on, I, Houtu, won't be the youngest anymore!"

Feeling the Twelve Ancestral Witches' sincere affection, Nuwa bowed and thanked them. "Nuwa thanks all her brothers and sisters!"

To celebrate Nuwa's birth, the Twelve Ancestral Witches all gave generously, bringing out their most treasured possessions.

Dijiang presented her with a Space Stone.

Gonggong gave her some Three Lights Divine Water.

Jumang presented her with a piece of Heaven-Striking Wood.

For some time afterward, the entire Witch Clan returned to its former tranquility.

Nuwa followed Fuxi in cultivating the Way of Creation in Pangu Hall.

Nuwa was exceptionally gifted, and her cultivation improved rapidly. At the same time, she gained a deep understanding of the Dao Pattern of Force.

The existence of this Dao Pattern made the present Nuwa completely different from the Nuwa of the traditional Primordial World.

Not only had her combat strength doubled, but her physical body had also improved greatly under the Dao Pattern's tempering.

Although she had yet to reach the level of the Ancestral Witches, she was progressing at an extraordinary pace.

At the same time, under Fuxi's guidance, Nuwa also made great progress in the Way of Creation.

Because Nuwa's physical body was not strong enough, Fuxi had not yet implanted the Dao Patterns of the Way of Creation into his body. However, with Fuxi personally teaching her by word and example, the results were at least as good as those of the Dao Patterns.

Not only that, but while improving her cultivation, Nuwa also relied on Fuxi's guidance to comprehend a divine ability.

This divine ability was called Flowers in the Mirror, Moon on the Water. It was an auxiliary divine ability created using the principle of the cycle of cause and effect within the Way of Creation.

It could survey the Primordial World, from the Thirty-Three Heavens above to the Nine Netherworld Prison below.

Moreover, this divine ability could directly share the images Nuwa saw with others. It was wondrous beyond measure.

For now, however, Nuwa had only just created the technique and could not yet control it precisely.

As Nuwa progressed, Fuxi was also constantly growing.

Through his battle with Luohu, Fuxi had gained a deeper understanding of both demonic Qi and fiendish Qi.

More importantly, he had also fused the Slaughter Law into his Primordial Ancestral Qi, making the strand of Primordial Ancestral Qi within him even more perfect.

The Primordial Ancestral Qi emerged from his body, seeming like one of the beginnings of the world, suffused with an ancient, primordial essence.

Strands of the power of laws appeared around Fuxi, while the illusory shadows of countless worlds flickered in and out of sight, seemingly real yet unreal.

Great Thousand Worlds, Small Thousand Worlds, Jambudvipa Worlds, Ganges-Sand Worlds... They were born in an instant and extinguished in a flash.

The origins of these worlds that flickered into and out of existence were absorbed by the Primordial Ancestral Qi, strand by strand and portion by portion!

Nuwa gazed at Fuxi in fascination, her eyes drawn to that strand of Primordial Ancestral Qi.

This Qi seemed to stand above all things. It could give rise to all things and encompass them all. Within it lay the profoundest truths of the Great Dao, so mysterious that one could not resist trying to glimpse them.

With just a single look, Nuwa felt that she had gained a deeper understanding of the Great Dao and the laws.

Her Way of Creation also climbed another step beyond the top of a hundred-foot pole without her even realizing it.

At the center of the Primordial World, a vast formation shimmering with five-colored light enveloped a deep valley that stretched for countless millions of miles.

Within the valley, auspicious Qi swirled and multicolored mists drifted. Orchids and jade trees, rare flowers and exotic herbs, slender bamboo and towering trees filled the valley, flourishing through all four seasons.

This was the ancestral land of the Qilin Clan, one of the overlords of the Primordial World.

In a towering cave abode, Ancestral Qilin had been recuperating for many days. With the entire Qilin Clan supplying him with an unlimited amount of spiritual healing treasures, his injuries had mostly healed.

But the Qilin Seal that Fuxi had crushed to powder could not be restored.

This treasure was Ancestral Qilin's innate spiritual treasure. It had accompanied him as he fought and grew for countless millions of years, but now it had been destroyed at Fuxi's hands. Its loss had greatly affected his strength.

At the thought, Ancestral Qilin's eyes turned crimson, and he let out a low roar. "Accursed Fuxi, accursed Witch Clan, I shall reduce you all to ashes!"

Just then, a voice-transmission talisman flew in from the horizon and landed before Ancestral Qilin in an instant.

After reading its contents, Ancestral Qilin's expression suddenly turned savage. His fiendish Qi surged, and a towering hostility shook the land for hundreds of millions of miles around.

A Quasi-Sage's presence bore down on the entire ancestral land of the Qilin Clan.

Countless members of the Qilin Clan prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, unaware of why their patriarch had flown into such a rage again.

Ever since Ancestral Qilin's setback at the hands of the Witch Clan, his temper seemed to have grown more volatile.

Within the Qilin Clan Territory.

A streak of rainbow light shot out from Ancestral Qilin's place of seclusion, heading straight for the Qilin Clan's council hall.

When he reached the council hall, the other elders of the Qilin Clan were already waiting there.

But of the five great Qilin Clan elders, only three remained.

Thunder Qilin and Fire Qilin were already gone.

Ancestral Qilin looked at the three remaining Qilin Clan elders and asked with a gloomy expression, "Fire Qilin only went to keep watch on the Witch Clan. With his cultivation as a late-stage Daluo Golden Immortal, how could he suddenly have fallen?"

Elder Water Qilin stepped forward from the group and reported, "We do not know the details either. Today, Fire Qilin's Life Tablet, which was enshrined in the clan, suddenly shattered."

"We sent people to investigate, but no matter how they searched, they could not find Elder Fire Qilin's body. However, we can say for certain that Fire Qilin died near the Witch Clan!"

"The Witch Clan! Why is it the Witch Clan again?!"

With a roar, Ancestral Qilin's face filled with hostility, and killing intent spread through his heart.

At the same time, Calamity Fiendish Qi seethed and churned around him, affecting his mind. But Ancestral Qilin was caught in its grip and remained completely unaware.

"The Witch Clan poses too great a threat to us. We must eliminate them."

At that moment, the Wood Qilin Elder abruptly spoke up.

Quick-witted, the Wood Qilin Elder made a suggestion.

"The Witch Clan is utterly brutal. They even regard the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans as prey, and have already greatly affected our clan's position in the Primordial World. I believe the Dragon and Phoenix Clans can also feel the threat the Witch Clan poses."

"Why not seize this opportunity for our Qilin Clan to take the lead and join forces with the Dragon and Phoenix Clans to wipe out the Witch Clan together?"

Hearing this, Ancestral Qilin hesitated. Ever since the three clans had become overlords of the Primordial World, they had fought without end for countless millions of years. Each clan had lost many loved ones at the hands of the other two.

The grudges they had accumulated could be said to run as deep as a sea of blood!

To shake hands and make peace now was easier said than done.