The Heavenly Dao's Will

He picked four Mysterious Spirit Fruits and five ripe Star Fruits before leaving.

Arriving in a lush bamboo forest, Lin Fan saw two plump bear cubs lying sprawled out, gnawing on bamboo shoots.

Their lazy demeanor made him frown.

"Big brother, you're finally here."

"Big brother, I've missed you so much; one day apart feels like four seasons."

Xiong Batian and Xiong Aotian raised their heads to greet him, but showed no intention of getting up.

Lin Fan ignored these two lazy fellows.

He took out the Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Pill and began to comprehend it.

As his divine sense immersed itself within, his spiritual platform bloomed with wisdom, rapidly analyzing the profound laws contained within the Heavenly Pill.

Ding, congratulations to the host for comprehending 3.3 Law of Alchemy, mastering the True Meaning of Alchemy.

Ding! Congratulations to the host for deriving the Heavenly Dao Grade ** --Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique.

Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Acquired Spiritual Root supreme treasure, the Lunar Divine Tree.

Lin Fan opened his eyes, a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, the Law of Alchemy clearly manifested in his sea of consciousness, and the key to refining the Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Pill was fully understood.

This pill requires the laws as the cauldron, Yin Yang Creation as the guide, melting the Origin of All Things, and then undergoing Circulation Tempering to achieve completion.

Even for Hunyuan powerhouses, it is a rare treasure, but for him now, it is still difficult to control.

Refining such a pill might require reaching the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

On this trip, he also obtained the Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique, a significant opportunity.

This ** was comprehended by integrating the oppressive aura of Pangu Hall, the Dao Charm, and the fundamental laws of the Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Pill.

Currently, there are two mainstream ** systems circulating in the world.

The first is the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Merit, a body-tempering method created by the Witch Race based on their inherent characteristics.

It is mainly used to strengthen the Witch Race's naturally powerful physique.

The other is the Nine Revolutions Primordial Merit, deduced by the Three Pure Ones Venerates based on the Primordial Spirit's origin.

Both ** systems have their strengths; the former focuses on physical cultivation, while the latter concentrates on Primordial Spirit tempering.

Both of these ** are regarded as supreme secret manuals in the cultivation world.

However, in essence, neither can break through the limitations of the Heavenly Dao to ascend to the Hunyuan realm.

The Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique, however, can break through this limitation.

This is due to its unique integration of both physical and Primordial Spirit dual cultivation systems.

The Nine Revolutions mentioned in the ** correspond to nine fundamental transformations, with each breakthrough being like a rebirth through fire.

Upon reaching the perfection of the Nine Revolutions, one can attain the Hunyuan Taiji Golden Immortal position.

This is also known as the legendary supreme realm of the Heavenly Dao.

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However, although the Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique is profound, it still falls short compared to the two Great Dao fundamental ** he primarily cultivates.

Therefore, its practical value to him is limited.

After leaving the Primordial Pearl, Lin Fan returned to Pangu Hall.

He suddenly sensed spatial ripples emanating from the depths of the hall.

After a brief pause, he flashed over to investigate.

Soon, he saw a massive blood pool churning with immense energy.

A dense aura of blood fiends permeated the hall.

Lin Fan immediately recognized this as the Pangu Blood Pool, where the Twelve Ancestral Witches were nurtured.

At this moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were arrayed around the blood pool, guarding it.

Behind the blood pool was the core area of Pangu Hall.

The pressure emanating from there was something even the Ancestral Witches had to treat with caution.

Their previous probing attempt had ended in failure.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Dijiang attempted to push forward again.

The entire blood pool suddenly boiled violently, churning up a sky-high surge of Blood Essence.

A mighty and vast power erupted from the deepest part of Pangu Hall, as if the entire Great Desolation was crushing down, heavily pressing towards Dijiang's true form.

Caught off guard, Dijiang was sent flying back dozens of feet like a kite with a broken string.

"Brother, are you alright?"

The eleven Ancestral Witches arrived in an instant, forming a protective circle around Dijiang.

Dijiang waved his hand, signaling he was fine.

Seeing their eldest brother unharmed, the Ancestral Witches' suspended hearts finally settled. However, astonishment was etched on their faces – Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, couldn't even withstand it for a moment. Just how terrifying was the power hidden within this hall?

Houtu's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, "That power just now..."

"It felt familiar," Dijiang gazed into the depths of the dark hall, sensing a presence akin to their Father God.

As the first Ancestral Witch to awaken, Dijiang knew more secrets. When he first gained sentience, this wisp of energy had lingered in the hall. Later, as his brothers awakened one after another, the energy inexplicably vanished. He had thought it was due to the depletion of the Pangu Blood Pool's origin, but he never expected to sense it again today from the deepest part of the hall.

"Father God's legacy?!"

The Ancestral Witches were all deeply shaken by these words.

"Is it true?" Zhurong's bell-like eyes shot out a brilliant light.

"How could my senses be wrong?" Dijiang's tone was firm.

Houtu, however, sighed softly, "Alas, the restrictions in the depths are too powerful, repelling all things..."

"Perhaps you could let me try."

A clear voice suddenly rang out. The Ancestral Witches only then realized that Lin Fan had appeared on the other side of the blood pool at some unknown time. Dijiang did not hesitate, "Please, friend."

"Lin Fan's talent is extraordinary, perhaps he can find the key."

Houtu and Xuanming's eyes held a glimmer of anticipation.

He walked to the other side of the Pangu Blood Pool, closed his eyes, and his invisible divine sense spread out, carefully sensing the pressure and Dao Charm of Pangu Hall.

After a moment, he detected that a formation was hidden in the depths of Pangu Hall.

This formation contained immense gravity laws and the pure origin of the Great Dao of Strength.

This formation could concentrate the majestic gravitational field of Buzhou Mountain into a single point.

No wonder even the Ancestral Witches, with their formidable physiques, could not enter it.

But what was even stranger was that the outer layer of the formation was covered by another formation that concealed Heavenly Secrets, almost completely masking the existence of the formation.

If Lin Fan hadn't possessed the Void-Piercing Divine Eyes, he too would have been deceived for a time.

This gave him cause for doubt—

Who exactly had set up this concealing formation? And for what purpose?

His divine sense delved into the formation, rapidly deciphering its laws and structure.

Soon, he saw through its fundamental order.

Lin Fan raised his hand and lightly tapped the void with his fingertip.

In an instant, strands of law imprints appeared, subtly altering the connections between the formation and space.

At a certain moment—

With a loud boom!

The void trembled.

The rules of the formation were broken, revealing a passage.

Houtu, standing nearby, was the first to notice the change in power and her face lit up with joy.

"Wonderful! Lin Fan actually succeeded!"

The other Ancestral Witches looked at Lin Fan, their eyes filled with unconcealed shock. They had never imagined he could actually find a flaw.

"Young friend, how exactly did you do it?"

Dijiang couldn't help but ask.

"There is an Innate Gravity Grand Formation in the depths of Pangu Hall. You couldn't enter, not only because of the pressure but also because of this formation,"

Lin Fan explained.

Dijiang exchanged glances with Zhu Jiuyin, surprise evident on their faces.

"There's such a formation? We've never noticed it since our birth."

Without further inquiry, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Lin Fan stepped into the depths of Pangu Hall together.

They saw a massive heart suspended in the air, its blood almost completely depleted.

Despite this, a world-shaking pressure still erupted from the core.

This power not only enveloped Pangu Hall but also spread throughout the Great Desolation.

The Heavenly Dao laws vibrated violently, alerting all Heavenly Dao Saints.

Atop Kunlun Mountain, Laozi's brow furrowed, a sense of inexplicable unease rising within him.

He gazed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, pondering, Could this be related to the Witch Race?

Inside Pangu Hall, "This truly is Father God's heart!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were overcome with emotion and burst into laughter.

Di Jun suddenly understood:

"No wonder I sensed a familiar aura before, it originated from Pangu's heart."

"This matter must be kept secret."

Dijiang solemnly warned all the Ancestral Witches.

"Pangu's heart is of great importance;

if news leaks, it will surely attract the covetousness of Saints."

"Big brother, rest assured."

The Ancestral Witches responded in unison, their eager gazes fixed on Pangu's heart.

Houtu reminded them at the opportune moment:

"Thanks to Lin Fan's assistance, otherwise, we still wouldn't have discovered it."

"Little sister is right,"

Xuanming's eyes flickered as she gazed at Lin Fan, "Lin Fan has shown great kindness to our race."

Dijiang said earnestly:

"We thank you for your guidance, otherwise, we would still be unaware of this secret."

"It was merely a small effort."

Lin Fan replied calmly, "It's a pity the heart is withering;

resurrecting it may not be easy."

The Ancestral Witches' expressions turned grave upon hearing this.

"We can discuss this matter at length."

Dijiang consoled them.

Lin Fan then took out the Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique, "This is what I comprehended, **

perhaps it will be beneficial for your cultivation."

Sensing the ** profound fluctuations, the Ancestral Witches were stunned at first, then ecstatic.

"This technique can allow those without a Primordial Spirit to cultivate one?"

"It's a hundred times more exquisite than our Nine Revolutions Mysterious Merit!"

"Such a ** exists in the world, it's truly inconceivable."

Houtu stared at Lin Fan, her eyes trembling:

"Did you truly comprehend this?"

"Indeed."

Lin Fan nodded.

Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin exchanged a glance, shock evident in their eyes.

Such comprehension could be called unprecedented in all of history.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, unable to contain their excitement, bowed to Lin Fan one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Fan has bestowed a favor upon our Witch Race greater than rebirth."

"This kindness and virtue will be remembered forever."

Since the beginning of chaos, the Witch Race had a natural deficiency—

Possessing powerful physiques and primordial laws, yet lacking the ability to cultivate Primordial Spirits.

What Lin Fan gifted them now perfectly compensated for this lack.

It even contained supreme profound mysteries, which might help them break through their shackles and achieve Hunyuan.

Lin Fan had generously gifted such a treasure.

His magnanimity was beyond mortal comprehension.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was like the kindness of parents.

In truth, Lin Fan had other considerations:

Although this item was wondrous, it was not something he cultivated.

It was better to gift it to the Witch Race and foster good karma.

The Great Tribulation was perilous; perhaps through the Witch Race, he could directly break through the Demon Race.

At this moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew nothing of this.

They only saw Lin Fan's pure goodwill, their gratitude overflowing.

Houtu said urgently:

"Brother, Fellow Daoist Lin Fan's kindness is as heavy as a mountain."

"Our clan's treasury is piled with many useless items; why not give him half?"

Buzhou Mountain was formed from Pangu's spine, with an inexhaustible supply of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

The Witch Race had no techniques for cultivating Primordial Spirits, so most of these treasures had long been gathering dust and decaying.

"It is only right."

Dijiang agreed without hesitation.

Lin Fan not only helped them understand the profound mysteries of Pangu's Heart but also bestowed such a supreme treasure.

This debt of gratitude was too heavy; even more treasures couldn't repay it.

The other Ancestral Witches nodded in agreement:

I have no objections.

Little Friend Lin Fan's kindness to our Witch Race is as heavy as a mountain; mere treasures are insignificant.

Facing the Ancestral Witches' generosity, Lin Fan no longer refused.

Houtu immediately led him to the Witch Race's treasure vault. Inside, countless treasures gleamed—

Innate Spiritual Roots and Dharma artifacts shone brightly, Acquired Spiritual Treasures flowed with luster, and heavenly wonders like Solar Divine Crystals, Profound Iron, and Profound Gold dazzled the eyes.

The depth of the Witch Race's foundation left Lin Fan amazed.

With a wave of his sleeve, he collected half the treasures into the Primordial Pearl.

Houtu gazed at him, starlight flowing in her eyes: Little Brother Lin Fan saved my life and rendered great service to the Witch Race. How can I repay you?

The youth subconsciously took half a step back: Didn't we already...?

What kind of repayment are those idle items? Houtu suddenly leaned forward and left a loud kiss on the youth's cheek.

Seeing Lin Fan's stunned expression, she couldn't help but chuckle—

This little fellow was awe-inspiring when fierce, but so endearing when cute that one's heart melted.

When you grow up, will you marry me, Sister? she winked mischievously.

Lin Fan was completely dumbfounded.

Were all Witch Race women this bold?

He secretly appraised the person before him:

Her white robes fluttered, her jade bones and ice skin shimmered, her smiling eyes were like the moon, and her waist was slender.

Her head bowed, obscuring her feet.

...She is indeed an excellent candidate for a wife.

It's just... the youth hesitated, my sister might not agree.

Your sister?

Houtu paused slightly, then clenched her fists.

If she dared refuse, watch me make her cry.

After all, when Nuwa wasn't yet a Saint, she was no match for her.

Houtu was still immersed in her past perceptions.

Lin Fan shook his head secretly.

He couldn't bear to burst her bubble.

He had a deep understanding of that Yao's strength.