Primordial Chaos: My Brothers and Sisters Are the Ancestral Witches, and I'm Neutering Them!
Chapter 10

Zhurong, the Unlucky One

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However, just as Yuanshi's fingertips were about to touch the green lotus,

a powerful palpitation from the depths of his soul suddenly surged forth, forcing him to halt his movement and instinctively withdraw his hand.

At the same time, the twenty-fourth-grade Creation Green Lotus seemed to have been stimulated by something and began to sway violently.

The spiritual radiance around its body flashed rapidly, as though the power it had accumulated had reached its limit and it was about to break free from some restraint and fully take form!

But at that very moment, the winds and clouds above the nine heavens abruptly changed!

The previously clear sky was instantly covered by boundless tribulation clouds. Thunder rumbled, resounding through heaven and earth.

Thick, mountain-like bolts of divine lightning, so purple they were nearly black, tore through the heavens.

Carrying the majestic might of heaven and a terrifying aura capable of extinguishing all life, they struck mercilessly toward the twenty-fourth-grade Creation Green Lotus in the pool!

The might of this divine lightning was as different from the lightning arts previously unleashed by the Three Pure Ones as the bright moon was from a firefly. They were not on the same level at all!

The Three Pure Ones' expressions changed drastically. How could they dare approach any closer?

They instantly retreated tens of thousands of feet while channeling all their mana to raise protective mystic light around their bodies.

Even the lingering aftershocks of the lightning's might placed immense pressure upon them.

Rumble!

Bolt after bolt of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning struck the Creation Green Lotus without mercy.

The green lotus trembled violently, its leaves scattering and its red flower withering.

At last, accompanied by a tremendous boom that seemed to make heaven and earth mourn,

the twenty-fourth-grade Creation Green Lotus, which had gathered limitless Creation, completely shattered after the final Purple Heaven Divine Lightning descended!

Amid that tremendous sound, the Three Pure Ones seemed to hear a faint, indistinct cry.

It was the unwillingness and despair of a nascent intelligence that had been forcibly erased beneath the will of the Heavenly Dao...

Only after the tribulation clouds dispersed and the lightning faded did the Three Pure Ones cautiously step forward to inspect the scene.

The pool struck by the divine lightning was not devastated at all. Instead, rosy light swirled through the air, and auspicious qi rose in waves.

The green lotus that had once stood within the pool had vanished. In its place were three treasures shining with spiritual light:

a Twelfth Grade Red Flower, a Nine-Section White Lotus Root, and a Three-Leaf Green Lotus.

Taiqing seemed lost in thought. With a gesture of his hand, the Twelfth Grade Red Flower transformed into a streak of red light and drifted into his palm. With a flash of spiritual radiance, it became an ancient yet elegant Coiled Dragon Flat Crutch.

Seeing this, Yuanshi pointed at the white lotus root. It flew over at once and landed in his palm, its treasure light flowing as it transformed into an exquisitely shaped Three Treasures Jade Ruyi that gleamed with jade light.

Tongtian smiled faintly and reached out for the green lotus leaf. A flash of green light passed, and the leaf disappeared, replaced by a Qingping Sword whose sharpness was concealed, yet whose sword qi soared into the heavens.

As the saying went, "Red flower, white lotus root, green lotus leaf—the Three Pure Ones were originally one family."

Though the Creation Green Lotus had been destroyed, it had also fulfilled the three brothers, granting each of them a supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure.

The Three Pure Ones all revealed uncontrollable delight. Though the process had been perilous, the outcome was excellent.

"An ultimate Innate Spiritual Treasure with forty-eight restrictions!"

Yuanshi gripped the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand, sensing the vast power and profound Dao essence contained within. He was so excited that he could hardly restrain himself.

He had coveted his eldest brother's Heaven and Earth Exquisite Pagoda for more than a day or two. Now, he finally possessed a supreme treasure of his own!

Having obtained such precious treasures, the three of them could not spare thought for anything else. They hurried back to their respective Dao grounds to enter seclusion and refine them.

Ultimate Innate Spiritual Treasures usually possessed between thirty-six and forty-eight innate restrictions.

The more restrictions one refined, the greater the power one could unleash.

It was not as though one could wield their full might the moment they were acquired.

Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, several thousand more years passed.

The Three Pure Ones each immersed themselves in the mysteries of refining their treasures, initially refining around ten restrictions within their respective spiritual treasures.

However, on this very day, the three of them, still in seclusion, suddenly opened their eyes at the exact same moment, as if their hearts were linked!

A mysterious and profound sensation rose within them. In the direction of distant Buzhou Mountain, another world-shaking opportunity seemed about to emerge!

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The three exchanged glances and immediately stopped refining their treasures without further hesitation. They transformed into three streaks of rainbow light and sped directly toward Buzhou Mountain.

At the same time, across the Primordial World, those innate great powers with profound cultivation and abundant fortune—

such as Dijun, Taiyi, Nüwa, Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and others—also sensed something at almost the same time. Their gazes all turned toward the greatest divine mountain of the Primordial World—Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain, somewhere hidden along its mountainside.

The celestial phenomena here were equally strange. Rather than the majestic heavenly might that accompanied the birth of an Innate Spiritual Treasure, dark clouds pressed down overhead as lightning flashed and thunder roared.

As Qiangliang, the Thunder Ancestral Witch, frantically formed hand seals, bolts of lightning as thick as water barrels crashed down upon an open patch of ground below as though they cost nothing.

Amid the lightning and electric arcs, a burly man wreathed in flames could clearly be seen moving and dodging in utter disarray through the gaps between the thunderbolts.

It was none other than Zhurong, the Fire Ancestral Witch.

At this moment, Zhurong looked utterly miserable.

His originally fiery red hair had been scorched black by the lightning, every strand standing on end like a blown-up chicken coop, with black smoke puffing out from it from time to time.

"Time Stop!" Zhu Jiuyin, the Time Ancestral Witch, shouted.

With his command, Zhurong, who had been rapidly moving to evade the lightning, suddenly froze in midair as though he had become a statue.

Immediately afterward, several bolts of lightning struck him solidly, making his entire body convulse.

The effect of Time Stop lasted only an instant. Yet the moment Zhurong regained the ability to move, he discovered that even more lightning was already crashing down over his head and face, leaving him no choice but to flee for his life.

"Spatial Lockdown!" Dijang roared.

Zhurong instantly felt the space around him solidify like walls of bronze and iron. No matter which direction he charged or punched toward, it was as though he had struck an invisible wall. He simply could not break through.

Thus, another dense barrage of crackling divine lightning descended with perfect precision upon the immobilized Zhurong.

By now, not only was Zhurong's hair charred black and his clothing tattered, but even every breath he exhaled carried thick black smoke and the stench of burnt flesh.

"Time Reversal!" Zhu Jiuyin acted again, attempting to return Zhurong to the state before he had been struck by lightning so he could experience it all once more.

"Glacial Imprisonment!" Xuan Ming snorted coldly, and bone-piercing cold instantly froze Zhurong and the surrounding ground together.

"Surging Tides!" Gonggong refused to be outdone, raising towering waves and smashing them toward the frozen Zhurong...

For a time, centered on Zhurong, the powers of the laws of time, space, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning took turns entering the fray.

Poor Zhurong was frozen one moment, encased in ice the next, drowned after that, then sliced apart by metal blades...

The only thing that never changed was the dense lightning overhead, which had never ceased for even a moment.

Outside the battle zone, atop a hillside with an excellent view,

Qin Xuan lay leisurely in a rocking chair he had obtained from who knew where. A faint smile hung on his lips as he watched the Ancestral Witches' "training" with great interest.

This brutal training method had been proposed by him.

The twelve Ancestral Witches were born with control over laws, but their use of those laws was quite crude and primitive.

Thus, Qin Xuan came up with this method of "practical combat training":

One Ancestral Witch would serve as a target, dodging the law attacks of the other Ancestral Witches in the field. This would train everyone's precision in controlling laws, ability to adapt, and skill in combining them.

Of course, this method required a target tough enough to take the punishment, and willing—or unwilling—to do so.

Clearly, Zhurong was that unlucky target.

As for Qin Xuan himself, he simply lay back and watched the show.

It was not that he was lazy. Mainly, his Law of Strength was a little too overbearing.

If he truly entered the field, he would probably knock Zhurong flat with a single punch...

Then the others would have no target left, wouldn't they?

Qin Xuan leisurely rocked in his chair. Not far from him, a strange vine swayed gently in the wind.

Seven gourds of different colors, each flickering with spiritual light, hung from the vine.

One of the green gourds was clearly a size smaller than the other six and looked somewhat underdeveloped. It was obvious that it had yet to fully mature.

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