Pangu Hall

Qing Xuan forced a bitter smile.

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

The two women immediately rejected Qing Xuan's explanation in unison.

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

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

Qing Xuan immediately put his hands to his forehead.

How was he supposed to explain this? Did he have to tell them he was cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique, a reward from the System, and that it didn't require Pangu's Essence Blood to cultivate?

Moreover, he had indeed absorbed Pangu's Essence Blood, and it wasn't just Houtu and Xuanming who could sense it.

Qing Xuan could also sense Houtu and Xuanming's Pangu bloodline.

This... this seemed impossible to clarify.

"Little brother, I know you've suffered a lot on your own out there, but it's all in the past now. Come back to the Witch Race with me. The Witch Race is your home."

Houtu was determined to solidify Qing Xuan's identity as her brother.

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

She hadn't experienced being an older sister yet.

No matter what, she had to acknowledge Qing Xuan as her little brother, so she could be an older sister for once.

Qing Xuan was truly at a loss.

Dealing with the stubborn Witch Race was like a scholar trying to reason with a soldier – there was no way to make himself understood.

From the way Xuanming and Houtu spoke, they intended to take him back to the Witch Race.

Fine, going to the Witch Race to take a look wasn't impossible. After all, he had promised Great God Pangu to look after the Witch Race. It wouldn't hurt to see their situation first.

With that thought, Qing Xuan no longer rushed to explain. He could explain once they arrived at the Witch Race.

The three of them rose and used their escape technique to head towards the Witch Race.

On the way, Houtu sent a message to the other Ancestral Witches about Qing Xuan's situation.

When the other Ancestral Witches heard that Father God's bloodline was still wandering in the Great Desolation, they immediately became restless.

They all gathered in Pangu Hall.

"Big Brother, little sister sent a message saying she found Father God's lost bloodline. Is it true?"

Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong, who cultivated the Law of Fire, was the most impetuous.

He couldn't help but ask Di Jiang, the eldest brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Di Jiang glared at him.

"Little sister is bringing him back now. We'll know soon enough. What's the rush?"

The other Ancestral Witches were also curious, but since their eldest brother Di Jiang had spoken, they didn't dare to ask further.

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

"Little sister is very meticulous. If she wasn't sure about confirming the thirteenth brother's identity, she wouldn't have sent us a message. Let's just wait patiently."

"Exactly, Zhu Rong, can't you learn to be a bit more steady like me?"

Ancestral Witch Gong Gong of Water couldn't help but retort.

Zhu Rong's eyes narrowed, and flames surged around him.

"Gong Gong, you punk, want to fight? And you call me 'ge'?"

Gong Gong was not to be outdone.

"Hmph, you're the one who should be calling me 'ge'. You want to fight? 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 in conflict, and they would argue every time they met.

Especially since Zhu Rong and Gong Gong emerged from Pangu's blood pool almost simultaneously, both believed they had emerged before the other and should be the older brother.

Every time, they would fight over who was the older brother before they would stop.

Di Jiang slammed the table hard and glared at the two of them.

"You two, quiet down! The most important thing now is to confirm if this Qing Xuan is Father God's bloodline. If you keep causing trouble, I'll deal with you."

Hearing Di Jiang's command, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong finally settled down.

Di Jiang, as the eldest brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, wasn't just respected for emerging earlier.

The Witch Race was a warlike race, and as their leader, Di Jiang's strength was naturally extremely formidable.

Time is honored, Space is king.

Destiny is absent, Karma reigns supreme.

Excluding the Great Dao of Strength, Time, Space, Destiny, and Karma, these were considered the most powerful laws.

Di Jiang was cultivating the Law of Space.

There are strengths and weaknesses among the Ancestral Witches. Di Jiang, as the eldest brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, could fight three others at once without issue.

Time slowly passed as the Ancestral Witches awaited.

Qing Xuan, Xuanming, and Houtu finally arrived at the Witch Race.

Upon arriving at the Witch Race, Xuanming and Houtu ignored the curious gazes of the Great Witches and led Qing Xuan straight to Pangu Hall.

Pangu Hall was formed from Pangu's head, possessing its own space that no one, not even the Heavenly Dao, could spy upon.

Furthermore, it had the function of detecting Pangu's Bloodline. Those without Pangu's Bloodline would be greatly suppressed upon entering Pangu Hall.

Their magic power, primordial spirit, and divine abilities would all be sealed.

In front of Pangu Hall, the two women exchanged a glance and stepped inside simultaneously, looking back at Qing Xuan.

Qing Xuan's divine sense swept over the area, and he understood the general situation.

Without any hesitation, he also stepped into Pangu Hall.

As expected, Qing Xuan was not suppressed in the slightest upon entering Pangu Hall.

After all, he truly possessed Pangu's Bloodline.

Upon entering Pangu Hall, he realized there were other mysteries within.

The vast hall was not decorated like the other Great Powers' residences, exuding an ancient and boundless aura.

In the center of the great hall was a blood pool.

Within the blood pool, red blood mixed with streaks of golden light, and one could sense a vast energy gestating within.

The other Ancestral Witches were already waiting in the hall.

Seeing Qing Xuan enter Pangu Hall with such ease and without any discomfort, they immediately became happy.

Since Pangu Hall did not reject Qing Xuan, it meant Qing Xuan truly had the Father God's bloodline.

Zhu Rong laughed heartily and stepped forward.

"Thirteenth brother, you are indeed our thirteenth brother."

Di Jiang also appeared very pleased. The Witch Race had always been small in population. The current members of the Witch Race were all created by the Twelve Ancestral Witches using their own essence blood combined with the Pangu Blood Pool. Now that there was a new Ancestral Witch, as the eldest brother, he was naturally happy.

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

"Sister Xuanming, what happened to you?"

Xuanming and Houtu had been in a hurry to bring Qing Xuan back to the Witch Race, and had forgotten to tidy themselves up.

Xuanming tidied her clothes and said nonchalantly, "Qing Xuan and I sparred, and I lost."

Hiss!

The gazes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches instantly changed as they looked at Qing Xuan.

As mentioned before, there were strengths and weaknesses among the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Xuanming's combat strength was consistently ranked in the top three among them.

Now, Xuanming claimed she had lost to Qing Xuan.

The other Ancestral Witches couldn't help but be astonished, especially since Qing Xuan's realm was only at the peak of Grand Unity, while Xuanming had already reached Primordial Golden Immortal.

Fighting across a major realm was not unheard of in the Great Desolation. Killing enemies of a higher level with magical treasures was not uncommon.

However, this was usually applicable to cultivators of lower realms or ordinary cultivators with ordinary foundations.

To cross a major realm and defeat an Ancestral Witch, one could only say you might as well go back to sleep, because you'll only achieve it in your dreams.

And now, something impossible was happening before their very eyes.

"Brother Qing's Nine Revolutions Profound Technique has already reached the perfection of the fifth revolution, and he can break through to the sixth revolution at any time."

"And he can use... magical treasures?"

Xuanming pouted. It was only then that she realized the implication of her words.

Qing Xuan... he could use magical treasures?!

The other Ancestral Witches' eyes widened instantly.

Magical treasures? Thirteenth brother can use magical treasures?

Being able to use magical treasures implied he had a primordial spirit.

And as everyone knew, the Witch Race had no primordial spirits.

Qing Xuan was an exception.

Thinking of this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at Qing Xuan with fiery gazes.