"Fine! But let's get this straight first—the next one has to be me!"
Zhurong clung to Hong Yun, looking as though he would never let go unless Hong Yun agreed.
"All right, all right. I'll help you next."
To Hong Yun, it made no difference who went first. They would all get their turn anyway.
Dijiang, however, was having the time of his life. He continuously traversed the secret realm within Pangu Hall, moving with remarkable fluidity.
After gaining a Primordial Spirit, the Law of Space he naturally controlled seemed capable of condensing into a Dao.
Everything came as naturally as water flowing into a channel, and his Way of Space grew increasingly profound and extraordinary.
Ten thousand years later.
Twelve Ancestor Witches at the mid-Quasi-Saint stage had been born within Pangu Hall. They all possessed Primordial Spirits and had also cultivated the Way of the World.
Hong Yun was very satisfied. As he gazed at the excited Ancestor Witches, he wondered whether the Great Powers would be stunned speechless in the future.
"Now that things have come this far, I can begin planning my Primordial Wilderness Replenishment Plan!"
With that thought, Hong Yun called out to the Twelve Ancestral Witches and told them to settle down.
Only after the Ancestor Witches had all gathered around him did he say solemnly, "Brothers and sisters, would you all like to become Saints?"
Hong Yun's very first sentence left them all deeply shaken.
"Brother Hongyun, you're not joking, are you? We Ancestor Witches can become Saints too? Do you have that much Primordial Violet Qi?"
Zhurong's two enormous, bell-like eyes darted slyly as he stared intently at the expression on Hong Yun's face.
As for Zhurong, he seemed reckless, but was actually quite shrewd. Whenever there was a benefit to be had,