Seeing the Primordial Spirit child atop Houtu's head, all the Ancestral Witches immediately held their breath.
They were afraid that breathing even slightly too heavily would harm Houtu's Primordial Spirit.
Qingxuan was also overcome with excitement when he saw Houtu's Primordial Spirit.
Those twenty thousand years of effort had not been in vain. He had truly helped Houtu give birth to a Primordial Spirit.
This proved that Qingxuan's idea had been correct.
Then the other Ancestral Witches could also use this method to resolve their Primordial Spirit problem.
Qingxuan released his own Primordial Spirit and carefully sent Houtu's Primordial Spirit child back into Houtu's Zizhou Prefecture.
Houtu's Primordial Spirit was still far too weak. It was only at the Profound Immortal realm, and she would have to cultivate slowly on her own if she wanted to strengthen it.
"Sister Houtu, your Primordial Spirit is still too weak. Don't release it easily. Once a Primordial Spirit is injured, it's much harder to heal than the physical body."
Qingxuan carefully reminded Houtu. He didn't want the Primordial Spirit he had worked so hard to help her give birth to suffer any harm.
Houtu listened to Qingxuan's warning, deeply moved.
She threw her arms around Qingxuan.
"Thank you, little brother."
No one knew how many hardships Houtu had endured or how many methods she had considered for the sake of the Witch Race's Primordial Spirits. It was only after meeting Qingxuan that the problem could finally be resolved.
Qingxuan's body stiffened, then relaxed as he hugged Houtu back.
"Sister, I'll preach the Dao to you for a thousand years from now on and help strengthen your Primordial Spirit."
Looking at the two embracing figures, all the Ancestral Witches wore knowing smiles.
Di Jiang could not help interrupting them.
"There's no need to rush the preaching. Qing, we're preparing to announce to the Primordial World that you're the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch."
Qingxuan released Houtu and shook his head at Di Jiang.
"Big Brother Di Jiang, I can become the thirteenth Ancestral Witch, but don't announce it to the Primordial World yet."
Di Jiang frowned and asked in confusion,
"Qing, why not?"
Qingxuan patiently explained. Because of the secrets of Heaven, he could not reveal too much.
"Big Brother Di Jiang, the Witch Race and the demon race are the two protagonists of this tribulation."
Di Jiang nodded. They had already known this when they established the Witch Race. As for the demon race, the Witch Race did not think much of them. Aside from Di Jun and Tai Yi, the other demon experts were nothing special in the eyes of the Ancestral Witches.
Qingxuan knew what Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches were thinking as soon as he saw their expressions.
"Big Brother Di Jiang, you absolutely must not underestimate the demon race."
"Before long, Di Jun and Tai Yi will probably develop a great formation called the Grand Formation of the Stars."
"This formation will gather the power of the stars throughout the heavens and possess tremendous might."
"What you need to do now is practice the Twelve Divine Fiend Great Formation inherited by your bloodline."
"Sister Houtu already has a Primordial Spirit, but you must maintain your fiendish aura until the Witch-Demon Tribulation ends in order to sustain the Grand Formation of the Great Heavenly Fiends."
"I can't say anything more, but please believe me."
After hearing Qingxuan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches asked no further questions. In their eyes, Qingxuan's words were practically sacred decrees.
Di Jiang nodded.
"In that case, we'll listen to you, Qing. However, although we can't announce it to the Primordial World, we can inform the members of our race and let the younger warriors meet you, the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch."
This time, Qingxuan did not refuse. After all, he was already inseparably entangled with the Witch Race. He would inevitably take part in this Witch-Demon Tribulation, so it was necessary for the Witch Race to get to know him.
Di Jiang seemed to suddenly remember something and asked again,
"Qing, what Law do you cultivate?"
Qingxuan smiled faintly.
The Dao Charm of the Law of Strength spread around Qingxuan.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches widened their eyes. The Law of Strength?!
The Law of Strength of the Father God.
Qing really was the person chosen by the Father God.
After learning that Qingxuan cultivated the Law of Strength, the Twelve Ancestral Witches became even more affectionate toward him. In their eyes, Qingxuan had clearly become the heir of the Father God.
Thus, Di Jiang began summoning all the members of the Witch Race to Buzhou Mountain.
The enormous commotion caused by the Witch Race immediately alarmed the demon race and Zizhou Prefecture.
Both factions sent out scouts to investigate the Witch Race's movements.
Qingxuan paid no attention to this.
He began preaching the Dao to Houtu in Pangu Hall.
Although Qingxuan was only at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, the Dao he preached consisted of the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique and some insights from Great God Pangu. These Dao Charms reached directly toward the Great Dao, naturally producing wondrous phenomena one after another.
For a time, the entire Pangu Hall was surrounded by Dao Charm.
Houtu soon immersed herself in the Great Dao Qingxuan preached and entered a state of enlightenment.
Her Primordial Spirit cultivation advanced rapidly.
A thousand years later, Qingxuan stopped preaching.
It was not that Qingxuan was unwilling to continue, but Houtu's Primordial Spirit was still too weak. Listening to the Dao for too long would damage it.
After listening to the Dao for a thousand years, Houtu's Primordial Spirit cultivation had reached the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.
Qingxuan also gave her several treasures suitable for her that he had taken from the Witch Race's treasury.
"Sister Houtu, cultivate properly here in Pangu Hall for now. As long as you don't harm your Primordial Spirit, the higher your Primordial Spirit cultivation, the better. There's still a great opportunity waiting for you afterward."
Seeing that Qingxuan had finished preaching, Di Jiang walked over.
"Qing, come out with us and meet the younger warriors of the Witch Race."
Qingxuan nodded and followed the Twelve Ancestral Witches out of Pangu Hall.
Looking at the countless members of the Witch Race below, Qingxuan felt somewhat emotional. The Witch Race truly was born for battle. Every member below had surging qi and blood and was filled with fighting spirit.
Qingxuan also saw many famous Great Witches among them.
Xing Tian, Hou Yi, Kuafu, Xiang Liu, Jiu Ying, Feng Bo, Yu Shi...
All of them would become extremely famous Great Witches in later generations.
Looking at the Witch Race's younger warriors below, Di Jiang spoke in a deep voice.
"Warriors, this person beside me is the thirteenth Ancestral Witch of our race, the Ancestral Witch of Strength, Qingxuan. From now on, you must obey the Ancestral Witch of Strength unconditionally."
In the Witch Race, the words of an Ancestral Witch were sacred decrees.
As soon as Di Jiang finished speaking, the members of the Witch Race below shouted in unison,
"Greetings, Ancestral Witch of Strength!"
Xing Tian stepped forward and looked at Qingxuan.
"Lord Ancestral Witch of Strength, I'd like to spar with you."
Xing Tian did not have any objections to Qingxuan. He was simply a battle maniac who became eager to fight whenever he saw an expert. Since Qingxuan could become a new Ancestral Witch, his strength was certainly not weak.
Qingxuan smiled. He could see that Xing Tian had only fighting spirit, not hostility.
As it happened, he also needed someone to establish his authority, and Xing Tian was the most suitable candidate.
Qingxuan stopped Di Jiang, who was about to speak up and intervene.
"Come on. I'll just stand here. If you can make me take one step back, you win."
Xing Tian had no concept of showing courtesy and merely felt that Qingxuan was looking down on him.
He raised Gan Qi and charged at Qingxuan.
He came quickly, but he was sent flying even faster.
Qingxuan merely threw a simple punch, and Xing Tian was instantly sent flying backward, smashing through several mountain peaks.
After quite some time, Xing Tian finally rose from the rubble and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"The Ancestral Witch of Strength possesses extraordinary power. I concede."
When they heard Xing Tian admit defeat, the members of the Witch Race immediately became excited.
After all, Qingxuan was the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch. The stronger Qingxuan was, the happier the Witch Race became.
"Witch! Witch! Witch!"
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