Did you join the Wu Clan with my permission?

For a moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches stared at Qing Xuan with burning eyes.

They had spent countless Eons searching for a solution to the problem of their nascent souls.

Despite their power, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were privately called "savages" and "brutes" by the mighty beings of the Great Desolation because they lacked nascent souls and could not deduce Heavenly Secrets like other cultivators.

This made it incredibly easy for others to scheme against the Witch Race.

And now, here before them was someone with the bloodline of the Father God, who cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and possessed a nascent soul.

With the hope of countless Eons appearing before them, it was difficult for the Ancestral Witches to remain calm.

Qing Xuan was their hope, the hope of the Witch Race.

Qing Xuan let out a wry smile.

He knew exactly what the Twelve Ancestral Witches were thinking as they looked at him, but he wasn't truly of the Witch Race. He was a transformed Innate Spiritual Root, born with a nascent soul.

He truly had no immediate solution for how the Ancestral Witches could obtain nascent souls.

The Witch Race didn't naturally lack nascent souls; it was just that at birth, they were tainted by too much innate malevolent energy, which suppressed their nascent souls deep within their sea of consciousness, preventing them from manifesting.

In reality, there were still nascent soul seeds within the Ancestral Witches' seas of consciousness.

"Little brother, how do you have a nascent soul?"

Houtu asked impatiently.

Houtu was the most anxious about the Witch Race's lack of nascent souls.

When Hongjun was Preaching the Dao in Zixiao Palace, she had also gone to Zixiao Palace to seek answers.

However, Hongjun would absolutely not tell Houtu the solution, even if he knew it.

In the scripts of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, the Witch Race was a race destined to perish.

As descendants of Pangu's bloodline, they only respected Pangu, not the Heavenly Dao.

This was a provocation in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, and the threat posed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches was far greater than that of the Three Pure Ones, who were formed from Pangu's nascent soul.

Qing Xuan began to explain, fearing that if he didn't, it would become even more difficult to clarify later.

"Esteemed Ancestral Witches, I am truly not of the Witch Race. I am a transformed Innate Spiritual Root, and this bloodline connection is a boon I received from Great God Pangu through a fortunate encounter."

As he spoke, fearing the Ancestral Witches wouldn't believe him, Qing Xuan deliberately deactivated the System's shielding formation, revealing the aura of the Tongtian Jianmu.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches carefully sensed Qing Xuan's origin aura and indeed, it was not the origin of the Witch Race.

This caused the Twelve Ancestral Witches some disappointment, and their dream of the Witch Race possessing nascent souls was once again shattered.

At the same time, Qing Xuan's method also gave the Twelve Ancestral Witches a headache.

Logically speaking, Qing Xuan had received the boon of the Father God, possessed Pangu's essence blood, and cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. He was more like a member of the Witch Race than the Witch Race itself. If one didn't consider his origins, no one would believe he wasn't an Ancestral Witch.

But Qing Xuan truly wasn't of the Witch Race.

A divine light flashed within Zhu Jiuyin's pupils, as if he were observing something.

As the Ancestral Witch of Time, Zhu Jiuyin's mastery of time laws had already reached the Primordial Golden Immortal level, allowing him to briefly observe the River of Time and the destinies of all beings.

The divine light slowly dissipated, and Zhu Jiuyin spoke to Di Jiang.

"Big Brother, although Qing Xuan is not of the Witch Race, he has obtained the Father God's essence blood and cultivates the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, so he is one of us in the Witch Race."

"Moreover, this might be the Father God's guidance for our Witch Race, sending Qing Xuan to help us."

As the wisest among the Witch Race, Zhu Jiuyin's words carried significant weight among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Especially since he invoked Pangu at the end.

The Witch Race's reverence for Pangu was difficult for ordinary people to comprehend. Within the Witch Race, as long as you invoked Pangu, no one else would object.

Furthermore, Qing Xuan's strength was not weak; as a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, he could defeat the Ancestral Witch Xuanming, who was a Primordial Golden Immortal. Having him join the Witch Race, no one had any objections.

Houtu was particularly delighted, as she had wanted a younger brother from the very beginning.

"I agree!"

Houtu was the first to respond.

"I have no objections."

"I don't have any objections either."

"Haha, then in the future, thirteenth brother, you must spar with me."

The other Ancestral Witches also had no objections to Zhu Jiuyin's proposal.

Qing Xuan was dumbfounded. Wait, they wanted him to join the Witch Race, but did he agree to that himself?

Was this forced recruitment?

Di Jiang laughed heartily and patted Qing Xuan's shoulder.

"Brother Qing, although you are not of the Witch Race, you have merged with the Father God's essence blood, making you our brother."

Qing Xuan was about to refuse.

After all, he knew the final fate of the Witch Race and truly did not wish to get involved in the Calamity.

He had originally only planned to preserve a drop of blood essence from the Ancestral Witches during the decisive battle between the Witch and Monster races, and hand it over to Houtu, who had transformed into the six paths of reincarnation. This would have fulfilled Pangu's charge.

Before Qing Xuan could speak, Di Jiang addressed Houtu again.

"Little sister, since Qing Xuan is already our brother, why don't you take him to see our clan's treasury? We don't need those things anyway; they'll just gather dust in there."

Qing Xuan immediately stopped the words he was about to refuse.

The Witch Race's treasury! That was the collection of an entire Eon from the Witch Race, one of the most powerful races in the Great Desolation and one of the main protagonists of the current Calamity.

The richness of the Dragon Race's treasury was just a glimpse of what it could be.

The Dragon Race had been declining day by day since the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation. Basically, any Great Expert could go and extort them. Even so, by the time of the Journey to the West, the Dragon Race could still casually produce spiritual treasures.

As fellow protagonists of a Calamity, the Witch Race also had Pangu's legacy. Their fortune was only stronger than the Dragon Race's. Especially since the Witch Race had no primordial spirit and couldn't use magical treasures, the Witch Race's treasury was something to look forward to.

Houtu responded and pulled Qing Xuan towards the treasury.

After both of them disappeared from sight, Di Jiang looked at Zhu Jiuyin.

The other Ancestral Witches also turned their gaze to Zhu Jiuyin. Although they had all accepted Qing Xuan into the Witch Race as one of their brothers, they still wanted to know what Zhu Jiuyin had seen in the river of time.

Zhu Jiuyin didn't keep them in suspense.

"An anomaly! I couldn't see anything about Brother Qing in the river of time. His past, his future, everything was shrouded in mist."

"I could only vaguely sense that Brother Qing would bring a turning point for our clan."

The Ancestral Witches immediately became serious.

When the Witch Race was founded, Zhu Jiuyin had briefly broken through the Heavenly Secrets with the power of the Great Dao and saw a corner of the future.

In the future, less than one-tenth of the Witch Race would survive. That tragic scene still made Zhu Jiuyin tremble with fear.

The other Ancestral Witches clearly knew about this.

Now, hearing Zhu Jiuyin say that Qing Xuan would bring a turning point for the Witch Race, they immediately attached even more importance to Qing Xuan.

Qing Xuan, naturally, did not know about the conversation the other Ancestral Witches were having in the great hall.

At this moment, he and Houtu were standing in front of the Witch Race's treasury.

The Witch Race's treasury had the same style as Pangu Hall, a simple and ancient stone gate.

Houtu formed several hand seals.

Instantly, the heavy treasury door slowly opened, and the radiant light of colorful treasures gushed out.

After seeing the scene inside the treasury, even Qing Xuan, a transmigrator with foreknowledge, couldn't help but gasp.

The Witch Race was truly too wealthy.

Qing Xuan finally witnessed how rich a race with a strong fortune and as a protagonist of a Calamity could be.