Ancestral Witches Infertility! The Witch Clan is Gone!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches all froze in unison.

Their gazes swung toward Qin Xuan, filled with confusion.

They had long been eager to bring forth their clansmen, only forcibly suppressing that urge because Qin Xuan had yet to be born.

Who could have imagined that this younger brother, who had only just entered the world, would open his mouth and try to stop them?

Looking at the twelve elder brothers and sisters before him, their faces full of question marks, Qin Xuan sighed inwardly. The Witch Clan really can't be established!

Though he had become the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, dealing with the Demon Race might seem effortless—but above them still stood Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao!

He had come from the future, and the legends and speculations in his memories concerning the Primordial World were now incomparably clear.

Rather than an inevitable clash between two races vying for supremacy, the Witch-Demon Tribulation was more like a great purge jointly orchestrated by the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun against Pangu's legacy.

This was no conspiracy theory spun from thin air. One need only look at the fates of Pangu's descendants throughout Primordial World history to feel a chill run down one's spine.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, transformed from Pangu's essence blood, along with the countless future clansmen they might have birthed, were nearly wiped out entirely.

Dijun and Taiyi, formed from his eyes, as well as Xihe and Changxi—every last one of them perished in the tribulation, their Dao scattered and bodies destroyed.

Even the Three Pure Ones, formed from his Primordial Spirit, were ultimately forced to swallow the Saintfall Pill. They were called disciples of the Dao Ancestor, yet in truth were permanently imprisoned deep within the chaos, never again able to set foot in the Primordial World.

One matter after another left Qin Xuan with no choice but to think deeply.

So, the Witch Clan?

Witch Clan my hammer.

Without the name of the Witch Clan, without hundreds of millions of clansmen needing their protection and leadership, who could drag the thirteen siblings into that tribulation of eternal damnation?

At that thought, Qin Xuan steadied himself. Facing the still-bewildered gazes of his elder brothers and sisters, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Elder brothers, elder sisters! In the Primordial World, strength is the foundation of everything!"

He paused, guiding them to recall.

"Think of the Ancient Ferocious Beast Tribulation. As powerful as Beast Emperor Shenni was, what became of him in the end? The moment he fell, hundreds of millions of ferocious beasts turned to ash in an instant!"

"Then look at the more recent struggle for supremacy among the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Kylin Clan. They fought through countless ages—what did they gain in the end?"

"Other than boundless Karma winding around them and their fortune declining, what was left?"

"The Dragon Clan withdrew into the Four Seas, the Phoenix Clan was forever confined to Undying Volcano, and the Kylin Clan nearly vanished altogether, reduced to a symbol of auspiciousness in the Primordial World!"

"Must we brothers and sisters repeat their mistakes as well?"

Qin Xuan's words echoed through Pangu Temple. They were not loud, yet every word struck straight at the heart.

The Ancestral Witches, accustomed to acting according to instinct and preference, seemed for the first time to truly begin considering the consequences that founding a clan might bring.

The great hall fell silent for a time. The Ancestral Witches wore varying expressions, clearly digesting Qin Xuan's words.

After a while, Zhurong scratched his head. Still somewhat unwilling to accept it, he said in a muffled voice, "That may be true... but now, both you and Eldest Brother are in the late stage of Great Luo, while the rest of us have reached the peak of the middle stage. With such strength, looking across the Primordial World, who could be our match?"

His words immediately resonated with quite a few of the Ancestral Witches.

The flames in their eyes, which Qin Xuan's words had just suppressed, seemed on the verge of reigniting as they nodded in agreement.

Only Hou Tu, whose thoughts were comparatively more delicate, furrowed her lovely brows. She vaguely felt that Zhurong's words... were somewhat too arrogant.

Qin Xuan took in everyone's reactions. Knowing that blunt persuasion would have little effect, his thoughts turned, and a faint, enigmatic smile appeared on his face.

"Father God exhausted his strength opening the Primordial World and died. Yet instead of thinking of benefiting the Primordial World, we seek dominance and supremacy, laying waste to living beings. If we do this, can we truly face Father God, who opened Heaven and Earth and transformed his body into all things?"

That was right—moral coercion!

The Ancestral Witches respected neither Heaven nor Earth; they revered only Pangu Father God!

Trying to reason with these simple-minded, single-minded fellows was far less effective than bringing out Father God.

Today, no matter what, he had to thoroughly snuff out their thoughts of founding a clan and contending for supremacy. This was the first step toward avoiding the tribulation—and the most crucial one!

"Can you face Father God?"

This seemingly mild question landed in the ears of the Twelve Ancestral Witches like a thunderclap from the Ninth Heaven, like the heaviest of great hammers smashing viciously into their hearts.

In an instant, all thoughts of dominating the Primordial World and making a name for themselves vanished like smoke and clouds.

The twelve towering figures all drooped their heads in unison, each one dejected, as though life as a witch had instantly lost all joy.

Seeing his elder brothers and sisters so dispirited, Qin Xuan's heart ached.

He also understood that making these Ancestral Witches—born with corrupted Primordial Spirits and violent temperaments—behave like obedient little darlings would probably be more unbearable than killing them.

It was unrealistic, too!

"Elder brothers, why must you be like this?" Qin Xuan softened his tone, carrying a hint of carefree ease. "Even without clansmen, with the thirteen of us brothers joining forces, where in this vast Primordial World could we not go?"

"If someone displeases us, we'll just beat them up! So long as we do not slaughter innocents indiscriminately and incur Karma, with the merit of opening Heaven upon us, who in this Primordial World can truly do anything to us?"

These were no empty words.

The merit of opening Heaven was the immense grace Pangu had left behind when he opened Heaven and Earth. Its preciousness was far beyond that of the Heavenly Dao merit that came later.

Even Taiqing's founding of the Human Sect, Yuanshi's founding of the Chan Sect, and Tongtian's founding of the Jie Sect had relied on the merit of founding their sects to draw forth the merit of opening heaven before they could become Saints.

Had the Three Pure Ones not expended their merit of opening heaven when they became Saints, Hongjun would not have dared to imprison them so easily in the future.

Qin Xuan paused, a profound glint flashing through his eyes:

"Besides, if that day truly comes, and the strength of us thirteen brothers stands unrivaled in the Primordial World, then if you elder brothers wish to establish a clan, establish one. Who would dare utter a single word?"

The moment these words fell, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who had been listless just moments ago, immediately had light return to their eyes.

Dijiang pondered for a moment, his deep gaze fixed on Qin Xuan. Then he nodded heavily, his voice low and forceful:

"Today, Little Thirteenth's words have scattered the clouds and revealed the sun, clearing the fog from my mind!"

He swept his gaze over his brothers and sisters, his expression becoming graver than ever before:

"Establishing a clan to contend for supremacy was indeed poorly considered. The risks are too great. From this day onward, speak of it no more!"

Then his tone shifted, and his gaze fell upon Qin Xuan once more, his voice carrying an unquestionable resolve:

"Little Thirteenth was born with a Primordial Spirit. His thoughts are thorough and his vision unique, far surpassing ours."

"From this day forth, whenever we brothers and sisters encounter a major matter, Qin Xuan's opinion shall come first. Qin Xuan's will is my, Dijiang's, will!"

As the eldest brother, Dijiang understood well that though the twelve of them had taken form early on, they possessed no Primordial Spirits. They acted entirely on instinct and preference, easily given to impulsiveness and lacking in long-term planning.

Qin Xuan's appearance had made up for this shortcoming.

This Little Thirteenth not only possessed heaven-defying talent and a cultivation so high it was frightening, but, more importantly, he had such wisdom and such vision. No one was more suited to lead the Ancestral Witches.

"Good!"

"Eldest Brother is right. We'll listen to Little Thirteenth!"

"If we don't establish a clan, then so be it. We brothers can still live free and happy on our own!"

Zhurong scratched his head and roared:

"Me too!"

The Ancestral Witches all voiced their agreement. They felt not the slightest resistance toward letting Qin Xuan make the decisions.

In their simple way of thinking, they had all been born from Father God's essence blood. They were true brothers and sisters, sharing the same root and origin.

Whoever had the ability took the lead. Why make so many twists and turns out of it?

Qin Xuan's mind worked better than theirs.

Listening to him couldn't be wrong!

Seeing the complete trust in the eyes of these elder brothers and sisters before him, a warm current could not help but flow through Qin Xuan's heart.

Unfortunately, the Primordial Creation Art he cultivated required the Primordial Spirit and physical body to be cultivated together, complementing one another. His twelve elder brothers and sisters had no Primordial Spirits, so they were destined to be unable to cultivate it.

Still, no matter what, he had succeeded in stopping the Witch Clan from establishing itself—the first step in helping them break free of the predetermined trajectory of the great calamity.

Next, all that remained was to wait for Hongjun to become a Saint and preach the Dao.

Those meditation cushions concerned the future Saint positions. They were great opportunities decreed by the heavens!

He had to snatch one and trade it with Hongjun for some good things!

At this thought, Qin Xuan's gaze swept over his twelve elder brothers and sisters once again. His expression returned to its usual calm as he spoke:

"Elder brothers, elder sisters, let us cultivate in peace and strengthen ourselves. When Hongjun proves the Dao and becomes a Saint, that will be the day we brothers truly shake the Primordial World!"

"Saint?" The Ancestral Witches all revealed looks of astonishment. Though they had come into being extremely early, they had never heard of such a realm as that of a Saint.

What sort of existence was that?

Qin Xuan's gaze was unfathomable as he slowly spoke eight words:

"Beneath Saints, all are ants!"

As his words fell, his gaze seemed to pierce through Pangu Temple, looking beyond the boundless chaos toward Zixiao Palace. In his heart, he silently calculated:

"Whose meditation cushion should I snatch?"

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