Xuanzheng Directs the Mountain's Ascent! Buzhou Mountain Certification Ceremony, Old Ancestor Hongjun's Blood Pressure Soars!

Buzhou Mountain's initial construction phase was complete. Xuanzheng gazed at the sky-piercing pillar before him, now renewed and more imposing than ever, a "simple" sense of accomplishment welling up within him.

This sense of accomplishment, of course, couldn't compare to the sky-high merit and Pangu's legacy he was about to obtain.

"It's about time. Let's do something big, add some fun to this Primordial World, and bring more glory to our Witch Clan."

With a thought, Xuanzheng's left hand, the [Karma Scale], quietly materialized.

He carefully "mortgaged" a small portion of the vast, yet to be fully settled, karma of "Buzhou Mountain's eternal stability and sky-supporting merit" to the Heavenly Dao in the unseen void.

"Brother Heavenly Dao, lend me some special effects. I guarantee a grand spectacle, something that will give you face too, won't it?"

The [Karma Scale] trembled slightly, its beam swaying. A wisp of profound aura integrated into the heavens and earth.

The next moment, the winds and clouds shifted in the nine heavens. Purple energy surged eastward for thirty thousand miles. Golden lotuses bloomed from the void, celestial music lingered, and heavenly maidens scattered flowers. Countless blurry phantom images of gods and immortals bowed towards Buzhou Mountain.

These special effects cost five cents but created a million-dollar scene!

Xuanzheng nodded in satisfaction. This was a worthwhile endeavor.

"Summon someone! Send out invitations far and wide. Announce that our Witch Clan's Buzhou Mountain repair project has been successfully completed and invite all the great powers of the Primordial World to attend the 'First Primordial World Buzhou Mountain Structural Reinforcement Project Quality Certification Conference and Pangu's Creation Spirit Study Seminar'!"

He paused and added, "Just deliver the invitations. Come if you want, don't if you don't. Either way, the reputation must be made!"

The Witch Clan's efficiency was remarkably high. Within just a few days, countless gilded invitations were delivered to the leaders of the major powers in the Primordial World.

Instantly, the Primordial World was in an uproar.

"Those simpletons from the Witch Clan can actually do this?"

"Quality Certification Conference? Pangu Spirit Seminar? It sounds quite legitimate!"

The conference was held as scheduled in a vast plaza newly opened at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

On the high platform, Xuanzheng, clad in a simple witch robe, wore a "simple and honest" smile.

Ancestral Witch Dijiang cleared his throat and stepped forward, facing the sparse but influential representatives of various clans (and many more who were just there to watch the spectacle).

"Fellow Daoists, we have gathered you here today to declare to the Primordial World: Our Witch Clan loves peace!" Dijiang's expression was solemn.

As soon as he spoke, a hush fell over the crowd below, followed by a few suppressed snickers.

Dijiang remained unfazed and continued, "Father God created the heavens and earth, transforming into all things in the Primordial World. As descendants of Father God, we, the Witch Clan, must inherit his will and protect the peace of the Primordial World. This repair of Buzhou Mountain is merely a small, insignificant contribution our Witch Clan has made to the harmony and stability of the Primordial World!"

He spoke in a way that almost convinced himself.

Xuanzheng nodded secretly from behind. Brother Dijiang's acting skills have improved.

Next, Ancestral Witch Houtu gracefully moved forward, her face displaying an appropriate mix of "compassion" and "relief."

"Back then, Father God created the heavens and earth, transforming himself into mountains and rivers. How arduous it was! We, his descendants, born under Father God's grace, how can we only engage in internal strife and disregard the heavens and earth?"

Her voice choked, and her eyes turned red.

"To repair this Buzhou Mountain, our Witch Clan's warriors worked day and night, using their flesh and blood to transport divine materials and pour divine concrete... How many clan members collapsed from exhaustion on the construction site, how many persisted despite their injuries..."

Houtu became more "emotional" as she spoke, a few crystal-clear "tears" falling. Many emotional beings in the audience were moved.

[Ding! Received 0.05 strands of 'Karma of Myriad Spirits' Moving'! ]

[Ding! Heavenly Dao Merit slightly increased! ]

Xuanzheng secretly praised in his heart, "Sister Houtu's eye drops, no, this genuine emotional display, is superb!"

Following that, Ancestral Witch Jumang stepped forward. Behind him, phantom images of countless spiritual roots and immortal herbs appeared, full of vitality.

"Everyone, please look. Since our Witch Clan repaired Buzhou Mountain, the mountain body has stabilized, the earth veins have been harmonized, and within ten thousand miles of Buzhou Mountain, the spiritual energy concentration has increased by thirty percent. Countless withered spiritual roots have regained their vitality, and new immortal herbs and spiritual medicines are growing everywhere! This is the merit of Father God Pangu, and also the effort our Witch Clan has made for the Primordial World's ecosystem!"

Jumang waved his hand, and several freshly ripened thousand-year Vermilion Fruits flew into the hands of several great powers below the platform.

"Try them. These are spiritual fruits imbued with Pangu's aura. They are extremely beneficial!"

Zhurong and Gonggong could no longer hold back and jumped onto the high platform.

Zhurong let out a great roar and grabbed a basin-sized piece of [Pangu Divine Concrete].

"I, Old Zhu, don't understand all those complicated things. All I know is that what our Witch Clan makes is solid!"

He swung his fist, the wind whistling, and smashed it fiercely onto the divine concrete!

[Bang--!]

A dull thud echoed. The divine concrete remained motionless, not even a white mark appearing.

Zhurong shook his hand, gritting his teeth. "Ouch, it's really damn hard!"

A gasp arose from the crowd below.

Gonggong also picked up a piece of [Immortal Grade Geng Metal], a top-tier material "compensated" by the Demon Clan.

Zhurong spewed out a stream of Southern Bright Lihuo, burning the Geng Metal until it glowed red, on the verge of melting.

Gonggong, on the other hand, summoned a stream of Elite Kui Water. The clash of water and fire did not cause an explosion but instead formed a peculiar cycle. Under the tempering of water and fire, the Geng Metal's impurities were removed, and its brilliance intensified.

"Everyone, watch carefully! This is called 'Water and Fire Complement Each Other, Tempering True Metal'! It's a new technique Old Brother Zhurong and I have developed!" Gonggong said proudly.

Zhurong also nodded in agreement. "That's right! Before, we used to fight whenever we met. Not anymore! For the harmony of the Primordial World, for Father God's glory, we can coexist peacefully and even work together on construction!"

This scene made the great powers below almost drop their eyeballs.

Water and fire complement each other? Zhurong and Gonggong living in harmony?

This is even more outrageous than Pangu being resurrected!

Inside Zixiao Palace.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun silently watched the farce below Buzhou Mountain in the water mirror, almost dropping the Jade Plate of Creation in his hand.

He had deduced heavenly secrets countless times, yet he had never seen such... such a Witch Clan that played completely by ear!

This Primordial World... this Primordial World is utterly beyond saving! Xuanzheng has completely ruined it!

Heavenly Dao Merit poured into Buzhou Mountain like it was free, a golden pillar of light surging into every Witch Clan member participating in the repair project.

Xuanzheng bathed in the golden light of merit, the "honest and simple" smile on his face growing even "purer."

"Oh my, this is the result of everyone's hard work. I, Xuanzheng, dare not take any credit!"

He spoke humbly, but in his heart, he was calculating how much the overall strength of the Witch Clan would increase with this wave of merit.

As the grand ceremony neared its end, Xuanzheng "accidentally" tripped over a rock. A jade slip tucked into his embrace, containing part of the formula for [Pangu Divine Concrete], fell to the ground with a "clatter," shattering into several pieces.

"Oh no!" Xuanzheng exclaimed in "feigned alarm," scrambling to pick them up.

But some powerful beings with quick eyes had already taken advantage of the chaos, snatching away one or two fragments the size of a fingernail.

"Fellow Daoists, please don't snatch! This is a secret art of my Witch Clan that is not to be passed down. It was an accident... alas!" Xuanzheng put on a show of "annoyance" and "heartbreak."

Those who had snatched the fragments treated them like treasures and quickly departed, eager to study the mysteries of this "Pangu Divine Concrete."

Of course, they didn't know that the formulas on these fragments were intentionally "spiced up" incorrect versions by Xuanzheng. Anyone who tried to refine them would be courting disaster.

Hongjun, in Zixiao Palace, watched this scene, his lips twitching slightly.

He had never seen such a shameless Witch!

Xuanzheng watched the backs of everyone as they left, a cold sneer in his heart.

"Trying to steal our secrets? Go ahead and study them! By the time you figure it out, the day will be long gone!"

He turned and, with a grand wave of his hand, addressed the Witch Clan members who were still immersed in the joy of gaining merit.

"Pack it up! Time for the celebration banquet!"