For a moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches stared at Qingxuan with burning eyes.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had already spent countless epochs searching for a solution to the problem of the Primordial Spirit.
Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches were powerful, the Great Powers of the Primordial World privately called them barbarians and brutes precisely because they lacked Primordial Spirits and could not deduce the workings of heaven like other cultivators.
As a result, scheming against the Witch Race was practically effortless for everyone else.
And now, someone with Father God's bloodline, who cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and possessed a Primordial Spirit, stood right before them.
The hope they had held for countless epochs had appeared before their eyes. It was difficult for the Ancestral Witches to remain calm.
Qingxuan was the hope of their Witch Race.
Qingxuan gave a bitter laugh.
Of course he knew why the Twelve Ancestral Witches were looking at him like that, but he was not actually a member of the Witch Race. He had transformed from an Innate Spiritual Root and had possessed a Primordial Spirit from birth.
As for how to let the Ancestral Witches possess Primordial Spirits, he truly had no solution at the moment.
The Witch Race had not been born without Primordial Spirits, either. It was just that they had been tainted by too much innate baleful energy at birth, causing their Primordial Spirits to be suppressed deep within their Seas of Consciousness and preventing them from emerging.
But in truth, seeds of Primordial Spirits still existed within the Seas of Consciousness of the Ancestral Witches.
"Little Brother, how did you come to possess a Primordial Spirit?"
Houtu asked impatiently.
Houtu was the most anxious about the Witch Race lacking Primordial Spirits.
When Hongjun preached the Dao at Zixiao Palace, she had once gone there to ask him about it.
Unfortunately, Hongjun would never tell Houtu the solution. Even if he knew one, he would not say.
In the scripts of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, the Witch Race was destined to be extinguished.
As descendants of Pangu's Bloodline, they revered only Pangu and not the Heavenly Dao.
In the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, this was a provocation. The threat posed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches was far greater than that of the Three Pure Ones, who had been transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit.
Qingxuan began explaining. He was afraid that if he did not explain himself soon, he would never be able to make things clear.
"Ancestral Witches, I truly am not a member of the Witch Race. I transformed from an Innate Spiritual Root. As for this bloodline resonance, I obtained it through a fortuitous opportunity when Great God Pangu bestowed a gift upon me."
As he spoke, Qingxuan worried that the Ancestral Witches would not believe him, so he deliberately lifted the system's concealment formation and revealed the aura of Tongtian Jianmu.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches carefully sensed Qingxuan's origin aura and confirmed that it was indeed not the origin aura of the Witch Race.
This disappointed the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Their dream of giving the Witch Race Primordial Spirits had been shattered once again.
At the same time, Qingxuan's situation left the Twelve Ancestral Witches utterly vexed.
By rights, Qingxuan had received a gift from Father God Pangu, possessed Pangu's Essence Blood, and cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. He looked even more like a member of the Witch Race than the witches themselves. If one ignored his origins, no one would believe he was not an Ancestral Witch.
Yet Qingxuan truly was not a member of the Witch Race.
Divine light flashed within Zhu Jiuyin's pupils, as if he were observing something.
As the Ancestral Witch of Time, Zhu Jiuyin's Law of Time had already entered the realm of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal. He could briefly observe the River of Time and see the fates of all living beings.
The divine light slowly faded, and Zhu Jiuyin spoke to Di Jiang.
"Big Brother, although Qingxuan is not a member of the Witch Race, he obtained Father God's Essence Blood and cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. That makes him one of us."
"And this may be Father God's guidance to our Witch Race, sending Qingxuan to help us."
As the Wise One of the Witch Race, Zhu Jiuyin's words carried considerable weight among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Especially since he had invoked Pangu at the end.
The Witch Race's reverence for Pangu was something ordinary people could hardly comprehend. In the Witch Race, as long as someone invoked Pangu, no one else would object.
Moreover, Qingxuan's strength was not weak. He could defeat Xuanming Ancestral Witch, a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, while only being a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. Thus, no one had any objection to letting him join the Witch Race.
Houtu was especially delighted. After all, she had wanted a little brother from the very beginning.
"I agree!"
Houtu was the first to respond.
"I have no objections."
"Neither do I."
"Haha, then our thirteenth brother will have to spar with me in the future."
The other Ancestral Witches had no objections to Zhu Jiuyin's proposal, either.
Qingxuan was dumbfounded. Wait, you're letting me join the Witch Race—did I agree to it?
Could they really force a sale like this?
Di Jiang laughed heartily and patted Qingxuan on the shoulder.
"Brother Qing, although you are not a member of the Witch Race, you have fused with Father God's Essence Blood. That makes you our brother."
Qingxuan was just about to refuse.
After all, he knew the Witch Race's eventual fate and truly did not want to become involved in the Tribulation.
He had originally only planned to preserve a drop of the Ancestral Witches' Essence Blood during the final battle between the Witches and Demons, then give it to Houtu after she transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation. That would count as fulfilling Pangu's instructions.
Before Qingxuan could open his mouth, Di Jiang spoke to Houtu again.
"Little Sister, since Qingxuan is already our brother, take him to look around our treasury. We can't use most of those things anyway. They can only gather dust in the storeroom."
Qingxuan immediately swallowed the words of refusal that had reached his lips.
The Witch Race's treasury! It held the countless-epoch collection of one of the protagonists of the Tribulation, currently one of the strongest races in the Primordial World.
One could catch a glimpse of its wealth from the richness of the Dragon Race's treasury.
The Dragon Race had declined steadily ever since the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation. Basically, any Great Power could visit the Dragon Race and take advantage of them. Even so, by the time of the Journey to the West, the Dragon Race could still casually produce spiritual treasures.
As another protagonist of the Tribulation, the Witch Race had Pangu's remaining legacy. Its fortune was no weaker than the Dragon Race's and was even stronger. Moreover, the Witch Race lacked Primordial Spirits and could not use magical treasures, so its treasury was truly worth anticipating.
Houtu acknowledged him and pulled Qingxuan toward the treasury.
Only after the two of them disappeared from sight did Di Jiang turn to Zhu Jiuyin.
The other Ancestral Witches also looked toward Zhu Jiuyin. Although everyone had accepted Qingxuan joining the Witch Race and becoming one of their brothers, they still wanted to know what Zhu Jiuyin had seen in the River of Time.
Zhu Jiuyin did not keep them in suspense.
"An anomaly! I cannot see anything about Brother Qing in the River of Time. His past, future, and everything else are shrouded in mist."
"I can only vaguely sense that Brother Qing will bring a turning point to our race."
The Ancestral Witches immediately grew solemn.
When the Witch Race had established itself, Zhu Jiuyin had once borrowed the power of the Great Dao to briefly break through the veil of heavenly secrets and glimpse a fragment of the future.
In the future, fewer than one in ten members of the Witch Race would survive. The tragic scene had left Zhu Jiuyin shaken to this day.
The other Ancestral Witches were clearly aware of this as well.
Now that they heard Zhu Jiuyin say Qingxuan would bring a turning point to the Witch Race, they immediately regarded Qingxuan with even greater importance.
Qingxuan naturally knew nothing of the other Ancestral Witches' conversation in the main hall.
At that moment, he and Houtu were standing before the Witch Race's treasury.
The Witch Race's treasury had the same style as Pangu Hall: a simple, ancient stone door.
Houtu formed several hand seals.
The heavy treasury doors slowly opened, and the radiance of treasures in countless colors gushed out.
Once he saw the scene inside the treasury clearly, even Qingxuan, a transmigrator with foreknowledge, could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
The Witch Race was simply obscenely wealthy.
Just how rich could a race with abundant fortune that was also one of the protagonists of the Tribulation be? Qingxuan had now seen it for himself.
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