Pangu Hall

Qingxuan smiled bitterly.

"Misunderstanding, it was all a misunderstanding. Ancestral Witches, I'm not part of the Witch Race."

Qingxuan's explanation was rejected by the two women in unison.

"Impossible. You must possess Father God's bloodline. Otherwise, how could you cultivate the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique?"

"That's right, little brother. Only Father God's bloodline can cultivate the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. That is the best proof."

Qingxuan immediately rubbed his forehead.

How was he supposed to explain this? Was he supposed to tell them that he cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique, a reward from the system, and that he could cultivate it without Pangu's Essence Blood?

Besides, he had indeed absorbed Pangu's Essence Blood. It wasn't only Houtu and Xuanming who sensed something from him.

Qingxuan could also sense the Pangu Bloodline within Houtu and Xuanming.

This... This really was impossible to explain.

"Little brother, Big Sister knows you suffered quite a bit while wandering outside alone. But that's all in the past now. Come back to the Witch Race with Big Sister. The Witch Race is your home."

Houtu was determined to establish Qingxuan's identity as her little brother.

She was the youngest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, with eleven older brothers and sisters.

She had never experienced what it felt like to be an older sister.

No matter what, she had to acknowledge Qingxuan as her little brother and be an older sister for once.

Qingxuan truly had no idea what to do.

Dealing with this stubborn bunch from the Witch Race was like a scholar meeting soldiers—reason was useless.

From what Xuanming and Houtu meant, they wanted to take him back to the Witch Race.

Forget it. There's no harm in visiting the Witch Race. After all, he had promised Great God Pangu that he would look after the Witch Race. It wouldn't hurt to see what state the Witch Race was in first.

With that thought, Qingxuan stopped rushing to explain. He could explain once they arrived at the Witch Race.

The three of them rose and activated their movement arts, hurrying toward the Witch Race.

On the way, Houtu sent word of Qingxuan's existence to the other Ancestral Witches.

When the other Ancestral Witches heard that Father God's bloodline had actually been left outside in the Primordial World, they could no longer sit still.

They all rushed to Pangu Hall.

"Big Brother, Little Sister sent word that she found Father God's bloodline, which had been left outside. Is it true?"

Zhu Rong, an Ancestral Witch who cultivated the Law of Fire, had the most impatient temper.

Unable to hold back, he asked Di Jiang, the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Di Jiang glared at him.

"Little Sister is bringing him back. We'll know soon enough whether it's true. Why are you in such a hurry?"

The other Ancestral Witches were curious as well, but since their eldest brother Di Jiang had spoken, they could not ask further.

Zhu Jiuyin, the strategist of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, said with a smile,

"Little Sister is the most meticulous among us. If she weren't certain of the thirteenth brother's identity, she would never have sent word to us. We only need to wait patiently."

"Exactly, exactly. Zhu Rong, can't you learn from me and be a little steadier?"

Gong Gong, the Ancestral Witch of Water, could not resist taunting him.

Zhu Rong's eyes widened, and flames surged around his body.

"Gong Gong, you bastard, are you looking for a fight? And call me Sixth Brother."

Gong Gong was unwilling to back down.

"Bah! You're the one who should call me Sixth Brother. Fine, let's fight. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong cultivated the Law of Fire and the Law of Water respectively. Their Great Daos were naturally opposed, so they would quarrel whenever they met.

In particular, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong had emerged from Pangu's Blood Pool almost at the same time. Both believed they had been born earlier than the other and should therefore be the older brother.

Every time they argued over who was the older brother, they had to fight before they were willing to stop.

Di Jiang slammed his hand against the table and glared at them.

"You two, settle down. The most important thing now is confirming whether Qingxuan possesses Father God's bloodline and is our brother. If you cause any more trouble, I'll teach you both a lesson."

Only after hearing Di Jiang speak did Zhu Rong and Gong Gong settle down.

As the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jiang was naturally not their leader merely because he had been born earlier.

The Witch Race was a warlike race. For Di Jiang to become its leader, his strength was naturally formidable.

"Time is revered, and space is king.

"If fate does not appear, Karma reigns supreme.

"Other than the Great Dao of Strength, time and space, fate and Karma could be said to be the four strongest laws."

Di Jiang cultivated the Law of Space.

There were differences in strength among the Ancestral Witches as well. As the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jiang could easily fight three opponents alone.

Time slowly passed amid the anticipation of all the Ancestral Witches.

Qingxuan, Xuanming, and Houtu finally arrived at the Witch Race.

After arriving at the Witch Race, Houtu and Xuanming ignored the curious gazes of the Great Witches and headed straight for Pangu Hall with Qingxuan.

Pangu Hall had been transformed from Pangu's head and contained a space of its own. No one could spy on it, not even the Heavenly Dao.

It also had the ability to test Pangu's bloodline. Anyone without Pangu's bloodline would be subjected to tremendous suppression upon entering Pangu Hall.

Their magical power, Primordial Spirits, and divine abilities would all be sealed.

Before Pangu Hall, the two women exchanged a glance and stepped inside together before turning back to look at Qingxuan.

Qingxuan swept the area with his divine sense and understood the situation roughly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he also stepped into Pangu Hall.

Sure enough, Qingxuan was not subjected to any suppression after entering Pangu Hall.

After all, he truly did possess Pangu's bloodline.

Only after entering Pangu Hall did he realize that it contained another mystery.

The spacious hall was not decorated like the residences of other Great Powers. Instead, it revealed an ancient and desolate atmosphere.

There was a blood pool in the center of the hall.

Within the blood pool, red blood mixed with streaks of golden light. One could sense immense energy gestating within it.

The other Ancestral Witches had already been waiting inside the hall.

When they saw Qingxuan enter Pangu Hall with ease and without the slightest discomfort, they immediately became excited.

Pangu Hall had not rejected Qingxuan, which meant that he truly possessed Father God's bloodline.

Zhu Rong laughed heartily and stepped forward.

"Thirteenth Brother, it really is Thirteenth Brother."

Di Jiang was also visibly delighted. The Witch Race had always been few in number. The current members of the Witch Race had all been created by the Twelve Ancestral Witches using their own essence blood together with Pangu's Blood Pool. Now that they had a new Ancestral Witch, their eldest brother was naturally happy.

At that moment, Zhu Jiuyin noticed Xuanming's appearance.

"Little Sister Xuanming, what happened to you?"

Xuanming and Houtu had been in such a hurry to bring Qingxuan back to the Witch Race that they had forgotten to tidy themselves up.

Xuanming straightened her clothes and said indifferently,

"Qingxuan and I exchanged pointers. I lost."

Hiss!

The way the Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at Qingxuan instantly changed.

As mentioned before, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had different levels of strength. Xuanming's combat power was firmly among the top three of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Yet Xuanming had actually said that she had lost to Qingxuan.

The other Ancestral Witches could not help but be shocked. After all, Qingxuan's cultivation was only at the Great Overarching Golden Immortal's Perfection, while Xuanming had already entered the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm.

There were not no precedents in the Primordial World of someone crossing an entire major realm to fight an opponent. With the help of treasures, situations where someone killed an opponent above their level were not uncommon.

But that only applied to cultivators of lower realms or ordinary cultivators with mediocre foundations.

To cross an entire major realm and defeat an Ancestral Witch—one could only say that they should go wash up and sleep. Anything was possible in a dream.

Yet now, something impossible had happened right before their eyes.

"Qingxuan has already cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique to the perfection of the fifth revolution. He can break through to the sixth revolution at any time."

"And he can also use magic... Magic treasures?"

Xuanming curled her lips. It was only when she reached the end of her sentence that she belatedly realized it.

"Qingxuan... He can use magic treasures?!"

The other Ancestral Witches also widened their eyes.

Magic treasures? The thirteenth brother could use magic treasures?

Being able to use magic treasures meant that he possessed a Primordial Spirit.

And as everyone knew, the Witch Race did not possess Primordial Spirits.

Qingxuan was an exception.

With this thought, the Twelve Ancestral Witches stared at Qingxuan with burning gazes.