Who knew how much time had passed.
At the center of Hou Tu's tightly furrowed brow, that faint speck of light gradually stopped flickering and slowly solidified.
Then, a mysterious aura spread outward, like the first wisp of pure qi when the Primordial Chaos first opened.
Soon after, a tiny phantom figure identical to Hou Tu quietly condensed above her head.
The sight made Qin Xuan's heart leap, followed by wild joy.
It was a Primordial Spirit!
Hou Tu had truly cultivated a Primordial Spirit!
He naturally knew that even without a Primordial Spirit, Hou Tu could still transform her body into reincarnation and become an Earthly Dao Saint.
But that would also mean losing her freedom completely. From then on, Hou Tu would become Pingxin Niangniang, leaving almost no trace of herself in the Primordial World.
All that would remain was the saying, "Hou Tu would no longer be a witch from this day forth."
But now, everything was different!
With a Primordial Spirit, Hou Tu would no longer need to pay the price of her own body. She could directly establish the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
That way, her future achievements would no longer be limited to merely becoming an Earthly Dao Saint.
She might even seize control of the Earthly Dao's authority and become its master, standing on equal footing with Hongjun!
What an enormous backer that would be!
The surrounding Ancestral Witches were equally excited, all crowding over at once.
Every face was filled with barely concealed, heartfelt ecstasy.
Xuan Ming rushed forward and wrapped the newly awakened Hou Tu in a hug.
The smile on her usually cool face could no longer be hidden as she asked softly,
"Little sister Hou Tu!"
"You... you really cultivated a Primordial Spirit?!"
Hou Tu slowly opened her eyes. There was still a trace of confusion in them, and she merely nodded gently, clearly not yet fully accustomed to it.
Dijiang burst into laughter, making the entire temple hum and tremble.
"Ha ha ha! Listening to Qin Xuan was indeed the right choice!"
From the bottom of his heart, he was utterly convinced by his youngest brother and admired him beyond measure.
If Qin Xuan had not led them to Three Immortal Island and found the heaven-defying treasure known as Chaos Spirit Liquid,
how could little sister Hou Tu have had the chance to cultivate a Primordial Spirit?
And judging from the Chaos Spirit Liquid in the spirit pool, it had barely been consumed. Perhaps all of them brothers might have a chance to restore their damaged Primordial Spirits as well!
Seeing that Hou Tu had awakened, Qin Xuan took out the copy of the Primordial Creation Art he had prepared long ago.
Even he did not know where this cultivation technique had come from.
He only knew that when he had first transmigrated into the Primordial World, it had been directly imprinted in his sea of consciousness.
And it was precisely because of this technique that he was practically invincible among those of the same realm!
He handed the copy to Hou Tu and said slowly,
"Big sister Hou Tu, this is a cultivation technique left behind by Father God. It is called the Primordial Creation Art and surpasses the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Skill by far. Since you previously had no Primordial Spirit, I did not give it to you. Now that your Primordial Spirit has formed, you can cultivate it."
The moment those words came out, the eyes of all the Ancestral Witches lit up.
They had long been curious about what strange cultivation technique Qin Xuan had been practicing to become so powerful.
However, Hou Tu scrutinized Qin Xuan with some suspicion.
Father God had given it to him?
But the inheritances Father God had left for them, his elder brothers and sisters, were only the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Skill.
How did he, the youngest brother, have another inheritance?
Qin Xuan's scalp tingled beneath Hou Tu's stare.
His heart skipped a beat as he thought,
Oh no!
It seems Big Sister Hou Tu became smarter after gaining a Primordial Spirit!
This is going to make her... much harder to fool...
Hou Tu solemnly put away the Primordial Creation Art.
Just then, Zhurong's eyes rolled as an eager, excited expression appeared on his face.
"Qin Xuan, how about the two of us spar?"
Speaking of which,
over the past tens of thousands of years, Qin Xuan and the Ancestral Witches had all been refining the Law Shards left behind by Pangu's phantom.
Other than Hou Tu, everyone's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Qin Xuan had already reached the mid-stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm, and was even at the peak of that stage!
The other Ancestral Witches had also entered the early stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm.
Only Zhurong had refined every last Blazing Sun Fruit.
That had been Dijun's stockpile accumulated over nearly two million years!
As a result, Zhurong's Fire Law rose at a staggering rate.
He had actually broken through to the mid-stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm as well, leaving his other brothers behind in one stroke and reaching the same realm as Qin Xuan.
At that moment, Zhurong was so inflated with confidence that the corners of his mouth nearly reached his ears.
Qin Xuan looked at Zhurong's punchable expression and chuckled.
"Since Elder Brother wants to spar, your little brother will naturally accompany you!"
The moment Zhurong heard that, he became energized.
The Fire Law within his body instantly boiled. Like a meteor, he flashed forward and threw a punch at Qin Xuan, carrying boundless blazing flame with it.
The other Ancestral Witches were immediately invigorated by the sight.
They were also curious: both were at the mid-stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm, so who was stronger, Zhurong or Qin Xuan?
Qin Xuan stood where he was without moving an inch.
Feeling the power contained in Zhurong's punch, he merely adjusted the strength within his body slightly and used roughly half his power.
Then he threw a simple punch.
The two fists collided fiercely in midair, erupting with a thunderous boom.
Even the space within Pangu Temple shook violently.
Then, before the astonished eyes of the Ancestral Witches,
Zhurong's body shot backward like a cannonball that had been blasted away!
Duang!
With a deafening crash, Zhurong slammed solidly into the sturdy wall of Pangu Temple, then slowly slid down like a lump of mud.
Zhurong slumped on the ground, his face filled with bewilderment and disbelief.
They were both mid-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortals...
Wasn't this gap a little ridiculous?!
Seeing this, how could Gonggong possibly hold back? He immediately doubled over with laughter, pointing at Zhurong so hard he could barely straighten up.
"Mid-stage Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, huh!"
"That's it?"
"That's all the strength you have?"
"Ha ha ha!"
At Gonggong's mockery, Zhurong's face instantly turned blacker than the bottom of a pot.
Getting beaten up by Qin Xuan was no big deal!
After all, he had taken plenty of beatings from him over the years and had long grown used to it!
But being mocked by Gonggong? How the hell could he endure that!
Suddenly, Zhurong's eyes rolled as he lay sprawled on the ground. A bad idea popped into his head, and he sneered at Gonggong.
"Some people!"
"Only know how to wag their tongues!"
"If you have the guts, why don't you go try?"
"Or are you too scared?"
The moment Gonggong heard that, how could he possibly take it?
His fury shot straight to his head as he roared,
"Then I'll try!"
The next moment,
Boom!
Accompanied by another tremendous impact, Gonggong's figure followed right after. He too slid down the wall before finally collapsing beside Zhurong.
When the Ancestral Witches saw this, they could no longer hold back the laughter they had been suppressing.
For a moment, earth-shaking laughter erupted throughout Pangu Temple!
Just then, a clear voice suddenly came from outside Pangu Temple.
"I am Tongtian, and I have come to pay a visit."
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