The Wu Clan Emerges, Hongjun Attains the Dao

Deep within Pangu Hall, Zhou Ming emerged from his seclusion spot.

Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, Gong Gong... the Twelve Ancestral Witches sensed Zhou Ming's aura as he emerged from seclusion and hurried over one after another.

"Big Brother! You're out of seclusion!" Zhu Rong's loud voice rang out first, brimming with undisguised excitement.

"Congratulations, Big Brother, on your great advancement in cultivation!" Di Jiang said with a smile as well.

The other Ancestral Witches also stepped forward, their eyes filled with admiration and delight.

Zhou Ming's strength was the Wu Clan's strength.

After the brief celebration, Di Jiang scratched his head and spoke somewhat sheepishly. "Elder Brother, we came this time not only to congratulate you on your great advancement in cultivation. There's also something we'd like to discuss with you."

"Oh? What is it?" Zhou Ming asked.

Di Jiang looked at the other Ancestral Witches before saying, "It concerns Wu Clan procreation."

He paused, then continued, "Over the years, we've traveled outside and seen the living beings of the Primordial Wilderness grow ever more numerous. All sorts of tribes have begun to emerge. Our Wu Clan... Father God created us, and including Big Brother, there are only thirteen of us."

"The blood pool within Pangu Hall was formed from Father God's essence blood and contains endless vitality," Di Jiang continued. "We have discussed it and wish to borrow the power of the blood pool to create members of our Wu Clan!"

"That's right, Big Brother!" Zhu Rong added in his deep, booming voice. "With just the thirteen of us, there are far too few people! We need to create more clan members and bolster the Wu Clan's prestige!"

"Create clan members?" Zhou Ming had anticipated this long ago. Looking at the twelve pairs of expectant eyes, he gave a slight nod.

"You may. However, I have one condition."

"Please speak, Big Brother!"

"After creating the clan members, the twelve of you must enter seclusion with me within Pangu Hall to comprehend Father God's inheritance. Before Hongjun attains Dao, none of you may leave!"

"Ah? We still have to enter seclusion?" Zhu Rong was immediately a little reluctant.

"Big Brother, why?" Houtu asked, somewhat puzzled. "We're about to create clan members. This is precisely when they need our guidance."

"It is precisely because of that that we must enter seclusion all the more." Zhou Ming's tone was firm and decisive, leaving no room for doubt.

"The waters of the Primordial Wilderness run deeper than you imagine. An unprecedented transformation is about to arrive. Before then, we must raise our strength as much as possible!"

"Don't worry. I will leave behind an avatar to look after the newly born clan members in your stead."

"But all of you must devote your full attention to cultivation and awaken the Father God's Inheritance Mark hidden in the depths of your bloodline as soon as possible!"

"Only when we are strong enough can we truly shelter the Wu Clan!"

Though the Twelve Ancestral Witches remained somewhat confused, out of trust in Zhou Ming, they all nodded in unison. "Yes! We shall obey Big Brother's command!"

Afterward, Zhou Ming and the Twelve Ancestral Witches arrived beside the blood pool in the depths of Pangu Hall.

The blood pool surged and churned, radiating a Rich Life Aura.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously forced out their own essence blood and merged it into the blood pool.

Yet Zhou Ming stood at the pool's edge without moving in the slightest.

He quietly watched it all, but unlike the other Ancestral Witches, he did not offer up his own essence blood, because Zhou Ming had no intention of using his own essence blood to create the Wu Clan.

Controlling the Dao Origin Divine Pearl, Zhou Ming sent the improved Nine Revolutions Fiend Quenching Art into the blood cocoons being nurtured, one by one.

At the same time, the Dao Origin Divine Pearl floated above the blood pool, scattering gentle clear light to aid in nurturing the blood cocoons.

Blood cocoons bobbed up and down within the pool, each giving off auras of varying strength.

Time passed.

When the First Batch of Wu Clan transformed and emerged from the blood cocoons, Zhou Ming immediately probed them with his divine sense.

These newborn Wu Clan members all possessed exceedingly powerful physical bodies.

Yet without exception, none had given birth to a primordial spirit.

"Ah... so it still won't work?" Zhou Ming sighed inwardly. Even after improving the cultivation method, he still could not enable the Wu Clan to give birth to primordial spirits.

"So be it. The gap in foundation is ultimately difficult to make up."

That the Twelve Ancestral Witches could give birth to primordial spirits was already a miracle born of the Favor of Father God's Will. He could not ask for too much.

Having confirmed that the newborn Wu Clan could not give birth to primordial spirits, Zhou Ming completely gave up on that line of thought.

He began carrying out the next step of his plan.

Split primordial spirit!

He sat cross-legged. His primordial spirit left his body and hovered above his head, radiating the powerful fluctuations of the Quasi-Saint Level.

"Sever!"

Zhou Ming gave a low shout. His face instantly turned pale, and his primordial spirit shook violently.

He had actually forcibly severed two small portions from his own primordial spirit!

An indescribable agony instantly swept through his consciousness, as though his soul were being torn into pieces.

Yet he clenched his teeth and endured it by force.

A moment later, his primordial spirit successfully split into two small portions.

Each portion contained roughly one-tenth of his primordial spirit power. Using great Dharma power, he fused each with One Drop of Own Essence Blood and began to shape avatars!

The other portion was even smaller. He nurtured it with a secret technique, saving it for another use in the future.

Before long, a figure whose features bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Zhou Ming's, but whose temperament was gentler and more reserved, appeared within the Great Hall.

This Avatar's aura was firmly at the early stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm!

That would be enough.

"Fellow Daoist, from this day onward, you are me. Walk the Primordial Land in my stead and manage the affairs of the Wu Clan," Zhou Ming said to his Avatar.

The Avatar gave a slight bow. "Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. You and I are one; leave the Wu Clan's affairs and my travels across the Primordial Land to me."

"Go, then. Keep a low profile, forge good ties—especially with... That One at Five Village Temple." Zhou Ming waved a hand.

The Avatar nodded, turned, and left Pangu Hall to begin carrying out his duties.

Zhou Ming's true body, meanwhile, led the Twelve Ancestral Witches once more into the deepest part of Pangu Hall. The heavy doors slowly shut, sealing off the inside from the outside as they began their long Seclusion.

Their foremost task was to comprehend the supreme inheritance left by Great God Pangu in the Depths of Bloodline!

In the Primordial Land, years went uncounted.

Zhou Ming's Avatar traversed the Primordial Land under the name "Wu Ming," discreetly handling the Wu Clan's affairs while observing the state of the land and forging ties with various factions.

Steady and thorough by nature, he came to know several friends.

Among them were Zhen Yuanzi, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals of Five Village Temple, as well as the famously kind-hearted Daoist Hong Yun by his side.

The Avatar discussed the Dao and drank tea with them, and their relationship grew quite harmonious.

Zhou Ming's true body and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, meanwhile, were wholly immersed in comprehending Pangu's inheritance, their cultivation steadily advancing.

This day.

The Heavenly Dao rumbled, raining down blossoms of gold. Above the Ninth Heavens, ten thousand rays of rosy light shone and a thousand streaks of auspicious radiance unfurled. High in the sky stood a faint, indistinct figure, with vast purple qi stretching ninety thousand li behind him.

Then, a majestic voice resounded through every corner of the Primordial Land, entering the hearts of every living being:

"High I recline upon the Ninth Heaven's clouds, A Cushion completes the truth of Dao.

Beyond heaven and earth, black and yellow, I alone shall hold the teacher's honor.

"I am Hongjun, and today I have attained the Dao and become a Saint!

"Three thousand years hence, I shall expound the Dao at the Palace of Purple Heavens and impart the Great Dao."

"All those with affinity may come and hear the Dao!"

As the voice fell silent, the phenomena between heaven and earth gradually dispersed.

Yet the pressure of that attainment, that proclamation of sainthood, exploded like thunder in the hearts of every Great Power in the Primordial Land!