Hou Tu Repairs Her Primordial Spirit!

Not knowing how much time had passed.

The faint light at Hou Tu's tightly furrowed brow gradually stopped flickering and slowly solidified.

Immediately afterward, a profound aura diffused, like the first wisp of pure air when Primordial Chaos first opened.

Then, a small, illusory figure that looked exactly like Hou Tu quietly took shape above her head.

Qin Xuan's heart leaped when he saw this, followed by elation.

It was a nascent soul!

Hou Tu had actually cultivated a nascent soul!

He naturally knew that even without a nascent soul, Hou Tu could transform her body into the cycle of reincarnation and become a Saint of the Earth Dao.

But that would also mean completely losing her freedom. From then on, Hou Tu would transform into the Lady of Peace, leaving almost no trace in the Primordial Chaos.

Leaving behind only the saying, "Hou Tu is no longer a Witch."

But now, everything was different!

With a nascent soul, Hou Tu would no longer have to sacrifice her body as the price and could directly create the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

In this way, her future achievements would no longer be limited to being a Saint of the Earth Dao.

She might even be able to control the authority of the Earth Dao and become the master of the Earth Dao, standing shoulder to shoulder with Hongjun!

What a thick thigh to latch onto!

The surrounding Ancestral Witches also looked excited and all crowded around.

Their faces were filled with undisguised, heartfelt joy.

Xuan Ming rushed forward and hugged the newly awakened Hou Tu.

Her usually cold face was now full of unconcealable smiles as she softly asked:

"Hou Tu, little sister!"

"You... you really developed a nascent soul?!"

Hou Tu opened her eyes slightly, a trace of confusion still in them, and nodded gently, obviously not fully adapted yet.

Dijiang laughed loudly, shaking the Pangu Temple:

"Hahaha! Listening to Qin Xuan was indeed the right thing to do!"

In his heart, he was completely convinced and admired this youngest brother of his.

If Qin Xuan hadn't led them to Three Immortal Island and found the Chaos Spirit Liquid, such a heaven-defying treasure, how could little sister Hou Tu have had the opportunity to cultivate a nascent soul?

Moreover, seeing that the Chaos Spirit Liquid in the spirit pool hadn't been used up much, maybe all of their brothers would have the opportunity to repair their damaged nascent souls!

Seeing that Hou Tu was awake, Qin Xuan took out the copy of the Primordial Creation Art that he had prepared long ago.

He didn't know where this cultivation art came from.

He only knew that when he first transmigrated to the Primordial Chaos, it was directly imprinted in his sea of consciousness.

And it was precisely because of this cultivation art that his strength in the same realm could be said to be almost invincible!

He handed the copy to Hou Tu and said slowly:

"Sister Hou Tu, this is a cultivation art left behind by Father God, called the Primordial Creation Art, which is far superior to the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. You didn't have a nascent soul before, so I didn't give it to you. Now that your nascent soul has been formed, you can cultivate it."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the Ancestral Witches lit up.

They had long been curious about what kind of strange cultivation art this kid Qin Xuan was practicing, and how he could be so powerful.

However, Hou Tu looked at Qin Xuan with some suspicion.

Given by Father God?

But the inheritance that Father God left to them, these elder brothers and sisters, was only the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.

How could you, the youngest brother, have another inheritance?

Qin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine as Hou Tu stared at him.

His heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself:

"Bad!"

"Sister Hou Tu seems to have become smarter with a nascent soul!"

"This... won't be easy to fool in the future..."

Hou Tu solemnly put away the Primordial Creation Art.

Just then, Zhurong's eyes suddenly rolled, and his face was filled with eager excitement:

"Qin Xuan, why don't we spar!"

Speaking of which.

Over these tens of thousands of years, Qin Xuan and the Ancestral Witches had been refining the Law Shards left behind by Pangu's phantom.

Besides Hou Tu, everyone's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Qin Xuan had already reached the mid-stage of Primordial Golden Immortal, and was at the peak of the mid-stage!

The other Ancestral Witches had also stepped into the early stage of Primordial Golden Immortal.

Only Zhurong, that fellow, had refined all the Blazing Sun Fruits.

That was Dijun's stock accumulated over nearly two million years!

As a result, Zhurong's Fire Law surged upwards.

He actually broke through to the mid-stage of Primordial Golden Immortal as well, instantly leaving the other brothers behind and reaching the same realm as Qin Xuan.

At this moment, Zhurong's heart was swelling with pride, and his mouth was almost splitting open to the roots of his ears.

Qin Xuan looked at Zhurong's infuriating appearance and chuckled:

"If elder brother wants to spar, little brother will naturally accompany you!"

As soon as Zhurong heard this, he immediately perked up.

The Fire Law within his body instantly boiled, and he shot out like a meteor, wreathed in raging flames, and punched Qin Xuan.

When the other Ancestral Witches saw this scene, they were all refreshed and intrigued.

They were also very curious as to who was stronger between Zhurong and Qin Xuan, both being at the mid-stage of Primordial Golden Immortal.

Qin Xuan stood where he was, without moving at all.

He felt the power contained in Zhurong's punch, and only slightly adjusted the power within his body, using about 50% of his strength.

Then, he simply threw a punch.

The two fists collided fiercely in the air, erupting in a loud noise like a thunderclap.

The space within the Pangu Temple shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, in the astonished gazes of the Ancestral Witches.

Zhurong's figure shot backwards like a cannonball that had been blasted away!

"Duang!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, Zhurong crashed solidly into the sturdy wall of the Pangu Temple, and then slowly slid down like mud.

Zhurong slumped on the ground, his face full of dazedness and disbelief.

Both at the mid-stage of Primordial Golden Immortal...

Was this gap a bit too outrageous?!

When Gonggong saw this, he couldn't hold back and immediately burst into laughter, pointing at Zhurong and laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back:

"Still mid-stage Primordial Golden Immortal!"

"Is that all you've got?"

"Just this bit of strength?"

"Hahaha!"

Zhurong's face instantly turned darker than the bottom of a pot when he heard Gonggong's ridicule.

It didn't matter if he was beaten up by Qin Xuan!

After all, he had been beaten up a lot over the years, and he was used to it!

But being ridiculed by Gonggong, how could he possibly endure that!

Suddenly, Zhurong, who was slumped on the ground, rolled his eyes, and a bad idea popped into his head. He taunted Gonggong:

"Some people!"

"Only know how to talk!"

"If you have the ability, go up and try it!"

"Afraid, aren't you?"

When Gonggong heard these words, how could he bear it!

His anger soared to the top of his head, and he shouted angrily:

"Try it, then try it!"

The next moment.

Rumble!

Accompanied by another huge crashing sound, Gonggong's figure followed closely behind, sliding down the wall in the same way, and finally slumped next to Zhurong.

When the Ancestral Witches saw this scene, they couldn't hold back the laughter they had been suppressing for so long.

For a time, deafening laughter erupted within the Pangu Temple!

Just then, a clear voice suddenly came from outside the Pangu Temple:

"Poor Daoist Tongtian is here to pay a visit."