In the massive Witch Race treasure vault, Innate Spiritual Treasures were piled together like garbage.
Innate Spiritual Roots were also stacked in heaps to one side.
Qingxuan merely glanced around, yet he had already sensed the auras of several Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasures.
If Innate Spiritual Treasures could speak, they would surely shout about their grievances while cursing the Witch Race barbarians.
Other Great Powers would probably go mad and join forces to attack the Witch Race upon seeing their treasure vault.
Ever since Hongjun passed down the Slaying Three Corpses method, even a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure could trigger a bloody battle throughout the Primordial World.
Yet here in the Witch Race's vault, even Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasures were treated like garbage and left to gather dust.
Seeing Qingxuan's eyes light up as he stared at the pile of scrap metal in the Witch Race's eyes, Houtu could not help letting out a soft laugh.
"Qing, take a good look around. If there's anything you can use, take it. In any case, none of the rest of us can use them."
The Witch Race had always been like this. Once they acknowledged Qingxuan as their thirteenth brother, they would not be stingy with anything belonging to the Witch Race.
The Witch Race did not have the scheming minds of other races. In their understanding, as long as you were one of their own, they would treat you wholeheartedly.
Qingxuan nodded without being polite to Houtu. Since he had already decided to help the Witch Race change their fate, it should not be excessive for him to take some of their spiritual treasures now, right?
Houtu left the vault and waited for Qingxuan outside.
Qingxuan also began picking through the Witch Race's treasure vault.
Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, Pure World White Lotus.
Legend had it that after the Primordial Azure Lotus disintegrated, it split into four lotus seeds, which transformed into the Karma Fire Red Lotus, Merit Golden Lotus, Pure World White Lotus, and Reincarnation Purple Lotus.
The Karma Fire Red Lotus released karmic fire and specifically countered Karma. It was Ancestor Minghe's Companion Supreme Treasure.
The Merit Golden Lotus specialized in defense and suppression. Hongjun had bestowed it upon Jieyin to suppress the destiny of the Western Teachings.
The Pure World White Lotus specialized in purification and countered all evil and heretical forces. He had never expected to find it in the Witch Race's treasure vault.
The Reincarnation Purple Lotus possessed the power of reincarnation. It was said to have transformed and become Empress Pingxin's disciple, the Great Emperor Fengdu who governed Fengdu.
With the Pure World White Lotus, Qingxuan could try to see whether it could purify the ancestral witches' baleful aura, giving them an extra sliver of hope of birthing Primordial Spirits.
Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, Star Axe.
It could gather the power of the stars throughout the heavens and infuse it into the axe.
As it happened, Qingxuan's Three Styles of Heaven Opening still lacked a suitable axe. Although he could also use the Jianmu Divine Spear to execute them, Qingxuan always felt that something was awkward.
He casually took several more treasures that women could use, planning to bring them back as gifts for his own master.
There were even more Innate Spiritual Roots: the high-grade Innate Spiritual Root Azure Spirit Fruit and the mid-grade Innate Spiritual Root Crimson Tang Tree.
There was also the Supreme Innate Spiritual Root Yellow Middle Plum.
Qingxuan rummaged through the Witch Race's treasure vault for a while, taking everything he could use regardless of its grade.
Time slowly passed. Just as Qingxuan finished sweeping through the vault and was about to leave, a gray, unremarkable bead in the corner caught his attention.
Qingxuan walked over and reached out to pick it up.
The bead was gray and its material could not be discerned, but it felt as warm and smooth as jade in his hand.
Just as Qingxuan was about to put it away, the gray bead suddenly released a chaotic radiance and shot straight into his Sea of Consciousness.
Qingxuan was shocked and hurriedly examined himself inwardly.
Before long, an expression of wild joy appeared on Qingxuan's face.
The unremarkable bead was actually the legendary Chaos Bead.
The Chaos Bead had originally been a Chaos Supreme Treasure, but it had been affected during the Heaven-Opening Calamity and hacked down a level by Pangu, becoming a Chaos Spiritual Treasure.
A divine object concealed its own radiance, and it had remained in the Witch Race's treasure vault all this time.
The Chaos Bead contained a complete chaotic world of its own.
With the Chaos Bead, even if the Witch Race ultimately failed to escape the schemes of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, Qingxuan could bring the entire Witch Race into the Chaos Bead. After Houtu established the Netherworld, he could send the entire Witch Race into the Netherworld. By then, no matter how powerful the Heavenly Dao was, there would be nothing it could do.
After calming his emotions, Qingxuan walked out of the Witch Race's treasure vault with a broad smile.
Seeing Qingxuan emerge with a face full of smiles, Houtu went up to him.
"Brother, was it a great haul?"
Qingxuan smiled and nodded, then asked Houtu to gather the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Although Houtu did not know what Qingxuan wanted to do, she did not ask further.
Soon, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered once more in Pangu Hall.
"Thirteenth Brother, you asked Little Sister to call us here. Is there something important?"
As usual, Zhu Rong was the first to speak.
Qingxuan waved his hand, signaling Zhu Rong to calm down for the moment.
"Brothers, I may have found a way in the Witch Race's treasure vault to help you birth Primordial Spirits."
Hearing Qingxuan's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were overjoyed.
"Is it really true, Qing? What do we need to do?"
Di Jiang forcibly suppressed his joy and asked Qingxuan.
Qingxuan summoned the Pure World White Lotus he had obtained in the Witch Race's treasure vault and explained its effects to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"Brothers and Sister, from what I observed, it isn't that you are incapable of birthing Primordial Spirits. Rather, you have absorbed and become tainted by too much innate baleful aura, suppressing your Primordial Spirits. The Pure World White Lotus is precisely a Supreme Treasure that can purify all negative auras."
After hearing Qingxuan's explanation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were simply ecstatic.
After so many epochs, they had finally seen a definite hope that the Witch Race could birth Primordial Spirits. All of this had been brought about by Qingxuan. At this moment, they believed Zhu Jiuyin's words without the slightest doubt.
Qingxuan was the brother sent by Father God to help them.
As the eldest brother, Di Jiang stepped forward to preside over the situation.
"If that's the case, Qing, let's give it a try."
Qingxuan nodded and said to Houtu,
"Sister Houtu, you go first. You were born the latest and have absorbed the least innate baleful aura, so purifying your baleful aura first will be the safest."
Houtu did not refuse after hearing Qingxuan's words. She trusted Qingxuan completely by now.
Following Qingxuan's instructions, Houtu sat cross-legged before him, while the other ancestral witches formed a circle and watched Qingxuan's actions without blinking.
Qingxuan took a deep breath. As his Profound Technique circulated, a steady stream of magical power flowed into the Pure World White Lotus.
The Pure World White Lotus erupted with dazzling white light, enveloping Houtu's entire body.
Strands of black aura visibly surged continuously from Houtu's body.
Everyone was overjoyed. As long as it worked, that was enough.
The Primordial World knew no years. In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years passed.
After continuously channeling magical power for ten thousand years, even Qingxuan, whose Profound Technique had reached the fifth revolution, felt wave after wave of exhaustion.
But the results were gratifying.
At that moment, with the radiance of the Pure World White Lotus illuminating her, Houtu appeared exceptionally sacred. The compassionate aura she carried had grown even more pronounced.
Another ten thousand years passed.
Finally, just as Qingxuan was about to collapse from exhaustion, not a trace of baleful aura remained around Houtu.
In its place was a light and ethereal aura unique to a Primordial Spirit.
A little figure resembling Houtu suddenly leaped out from the top of Houtu's head.
The little figure looked exactly like Houtu, only somewhat illusory and transparent.
It was unmistakably Houtu's Primordial Spirit!
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