Merit Chaos Spirit Treasure

This Merit was vast and boundless, terrifying beyond compare. Never before had so much Merit appeared in the entire Primordial World.

Endless golden clouds of Merit filled the sky over the entire Primordial World. Wherever the golden light passed, countless living beings craned their necks in anticipation and drew sharp breaths.

Needless to say, this boundless Merit had naturally descended for slaying Luohu and averting a calamity.

The congratulations Fuxi had offered referred to this great expanse of Merit.

This Merit naturally belonged to Hongjun, Fuxi, and the others.

After all, Fuxi, Hongjun, Yang Mei, and the others had all contributed to the Dao-Demon War.

But the other fiend gods had all perished, their Daos extinguished, so naturally they could not enjoy any of this Merit.

Thus, only two tenths went to Great Immortal Yang Mei, whose whereabouts were unknown.

If nothing unexpected had happened, Yang Mei was already in the Chaos by now. Perhaps, with the aid of this Merit, he would have a chance to advance further. For him, that would be a great stroke of fortune.

The remaining eight tenths belonged to Fuxi and Hongjun.

Hongjun was the one who had set the whole scheme in motion, though it had failed badly, with Luohu leading him around by the nose.

But there was no doubt that Hongjun had been the one to initiate it, the so-called leader.

And Hongjun had also paid the greatest price in this battle!

The thought made Hongjun's heart ache terribly. Not only had he paid Fuxi two Magic Treasures, but he had also given benefits to most of the other fiend gods he had invited.

Ironically, Destruction, Bengtian, and Fate, those three traitors, had taken the most.

Thus, more than half of the eight tenths went to Hongjun, leaving three and a half tenths as Fuxi's share this time.

Boundless Merit streamed toward Hongjun and Fuxi.

Hongjun naturally absorbed all his Merit into his body without the slightest hesitation.

Everything he had done had been for this moment.

As long as he could turn this immense Merit into his own strength, breaking through to the final obsession corpse in Slaying the Three Corpses would naturally be no challenge.

With the Heavenly Dao's sanction as well, Hongjun becoming a sage was only a matter of time.

But Fuxi would not absorb all this Merit.

As before, he cultivated the Mythological Great Luo Law Hongmeng Scripture.

Today's battle had made the power of the Mythic Great Luo Method even more apparent.

Fuxi had only just left the Qi-Introduction Stage and was preparing to enter Deification, yet he had already managed to overpower Luohu's God-Slaying Spear.

Once he absorbed the boundless baleful Qi, fully perfected his Primordial Ancestral Qi, and opened each strand of Primordial Ancestral Qi into a world,

Fuxi's strength would then rival that of Hongjun, the Heavenly Dao's spokesperson.

He just didn't know whether Hongjun would become a sage first, or whether he would enter the Deification Stage first.

And so, this boundless Merit once again went to benefit his Fuxi Qin.

This innate spirit treasure of Fuxi's had absorbed a great deal of Merit ever since its birth.

It had already displayed tremendous power against Luohu. In Fuxi's hands, it could achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Now, as vast quantities of Merit descended, the Fuxi Qin underwent an earth-shaking transformation.

Golden light shone from every inch of it, and boundless creation intertwined around it.

Its patterns grew more intricate, and its Dao Rhymes more distinct.

Beneath the illumination of myriad rays of heavenly light, countless glimmers spilled forth.

Although the Fuxi Qin was not a treasure primarily meant for attack, it still displayed astonishing power at this moment.

Even the God-Slaying Spear and the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords were inferior to it.

It had surpassed a supreme treasure!!!

Fuxi stared at the treasure in his hands in surprise, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Could something surpassing a supreme treasure truly be born in the Primordial World?

But then he remembered that the Fuxi Qin had absorbed enough Merit to let a late-stage Quasi-Sage become a sage through Merit.

His confusion gradually faded.

"Good, good, good!"

"This is an unexpected delight!"

He had originally used the Fuxi Qin to absorb the Merit simply because he hadn't wanted to waste it.

He hadn't expected a surprise like this.

The Primordial World had only just weathered the Dragon-Han Calamity. The Witch-Demon Calamity, the Investiture of the Gods, and Journey to the West still lay ahead.

There were also many ways and opportunities to obtain Merit.

Fuxi thought, Perhaps in the future, I should not only help my little sister obtain Merit, but also give some thought to the Fuxi Qin!

Perhaps I can nurture it into a treasure at the level of a Chaos spirit treasure!

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, I have gained much today and must return to secluded cultivation. Let us part here!"

While Fuxi was excited, Hongjun had also absorbed all the Merit bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.

He had received far more Merit than Fuxi.

After Hongjun absorbed part of the Merit, Fuxi could clearly sense that his presence had become unfathomably deep. His strength had evidently risen to another level.

But even so, Hongjun still couldn't see through Fuxi and felt terribly frustrated.

On the surface, Hongjun remained perfectly courteous to Fuxi.

But Fuxi understood that Hongjun had surely sensed an opportunity to become a sage, and was therefore eager to return to secluded cultivation.

Fuxi didn't stop him. After Fuxi cupped his hands in farewell, Hongjun vanished from sight.

Fuxi, meanwhile, flew all the way back to the Witch Clan.

When he returned, the Twelve Ancestral Witches came together to pay their respects to him, their big brother!

Ancestor Witch Dijiang said to Fuxi, "Big Brother, were you involved in what happened in the west?"

"This great calamity of heaven and earth seems to have passed, and it looks as though the Primordial World has been reshuffled. Where should our Witch Clan go from here?"

The Dragon-Han Tribulation had now passed, but the great battle between Hongjun, Luohu, and Fuxi still left all the living beings of the Primordial World trembling with fear.

But because they were in remote places and the secrets of heaven were obscured, many living beings in the Primordial World did not know what had caused the battle or how it had ended.

The same was true of the Witch Clan. With their cultivation as Daluo Golden Immortals, it was impossible for them to learn even a little of what had happened.

Much less so when they had no primordial spirits and could not make deductions.

But when Fuxi had used his divine abilities, he had revealed traces of Pangu's presence. The twelve witches therefore had a vague suspicion that Fuxi might have been involved.

Faced with the Twelve Ancestral Witches' questions, Fuxi did not keep them in suspense.

"This matter did indeed involve me. You need not worry. The overall situation in the Primordial World is now settled, and after the great calamity comes boundless vitality!"

"What you need to concern yourselves with is how to develop and grow stronger during these peaceful days! But remember well why the Three Innate Races fell into decline!"

The great calamity had just passed. Simply put, everything had been thoroughly reshuffled, and whether ordinary living beings of the Primordial World or mighty experts of great strength, all needed to act carefully and use the opportunities before them to develop and grow stronger.

But for the Witch Clan, this was both good and bad.

Fuxi, who knew how events would unfold in later ages, was naturally well aware that the Witch-Demon Calamity followed the Dragon-Han Tribulation.

Back then, he had sent the Witch Clan out to sweep across heaven and earth to advance the great calamity and accomplish his goal.

Now that his plan had succeeded, there was no need for the Witch Clan to display too much hostility.

The example of the Three Innate Races was still before them. Presumably, the Witch Clan understood that as well.

As for how the Witch Clan should develop in the future, Fuxi would have to give it careful thought.

After all, the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan accepting Fuxi as their big brother had not been part of his original plan.

He had merely pushed the boat along with the current!

"Cultivate diligently!"

"Starting today, I too will enter secluded cultivation!"

Fuxi could hardly wait to thoroughly refine the World-Destroying Black Lotus and take that crucial step.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had different temperaments, but at this moment they nodded to Fuxi in unison.

"Big Brother, we'll remember. You can enter seclusion without worry!"

Seeing that the Ancestral Witches had no questions, Fuxi returned to Buzhou Mountain and handed the Qiankun Cauldron to his little sister Nuwa.

This treasure held the Power of Creation, so it was best to leave it with his little sister for her to study while he cultivated in seclusion.