Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, Ancestral Witch of Strength

Seeing the nascent Primordial Spirit above Houtu's head, all the Ancestral Witches held their breath.

They were afraid that even the slightest heavy breath would harm Houtu's Primordial Spirit.

Qing Xuan was also excited to see Houtu's Primordial Spirit.

It was worth the hardship of the past twenty thousand years; Houtu had truly birthed a Primordial Spirit.

This meant Qing Xuan's idea was correct.

Then, the other Ancestral Witches could also solve their Primordial Spirit issues using this method.

Qing Xuan released his own Primordial Spirit and carefully guided Houtu's nascent Primordial Spirit back into Houtu's Purple Mansion.

Houtu's Primordial Spirit was still too weak, only at the Mystic Immortal realm. To strengthen it, Houtu would have to cultivate slowly herself.

"Sister Houtu, your Primordial Spirit is too weak now. Don't release it easily. If your Primordial Spirit is injured, it's much harder to heal than the physical body."

Qing Xuan carefully cautioned Houtu, not wanting the Primordial Spirit he had worked so hard to help her birth to suffer any harm.

Houtu was touched by Qing Xuan's words.

She hugged Qing Xuan tightly.

"Thank you, little brother."

Heaven knows how many hardships and methods Houtu had gone through for the Primordial Spirits of the Witch Race, only to find a solution after meeting Qing Xuan.

Qing Xuan's body stiffened for a moment, then he relaxed and hugged Houtu back.

"Sister, I will preach the Dao for you for a thousand years next, to help you strengthen your Primordial Spirit."

Watching the two embrace, all the Ancestral Witches had looks of fond amusement.

Di Jiang couldn't help but interrupt.

"Preaching the Dao can wait. Brother Qing, we are preparing to announce to the Great Desolation that you will become the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch."

Qing Xuan let go of Houtu and shook his head at Di Jiang.

"Brother Di Jiang, I can be the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, but please don't announce it to the Great Desolation for now."

Di Jiang frowned and asked in confusion.

"Brother Qing, why is that?"

Qing Xuan patiently explained. Due to Heavenly Secrets, Qing Xuan couldn't reveal too much.

"Brother Di Jiang, the Witch Race and the Demon Race are the two main protagonists of this Calamity."

Di Jiang nodded. They already knew this when they established the Witch Race. As for the Demon Race, the Witch Race didn't really look down on them, except for Di Jun and Tai Yi. The other demon experts were nothing special in the eyes of the Ancestral Witches.

Seeing Di Jiang's and the other Ancestral Witches' expressions, Qing Xuan knew their thoughts.

"Brother Di Jiang, you absolutely cannot be careless with the Demon Race."

"I expect that not long from now, Di Jun and Tai Yi will develop a Grand Formation called the Grand Formation of the Stars."

"This formation gathers the power of the myriad stars and possesses immense might."

"What you need to do now is practice the Twelve Divine Fiend Great Formation that comes with your inheritance."

"Sister Houtu already has a Primordial Spirit, and you all need to maintain your malevolent energy until the end of the Witch-Demon Tribulation to sustain the Twelve Divine Fiend Great Formation."

"I can't say more, but please believe me."

Hearing Qing Xuan's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches no longer asked questions. Qing Xuan's words were like imperial decrees in their eyes now.

Di Jiang nodded.

"In that case, we'll listen to you, Brother Qing. Although we won't announce it to the Great Desolation, we'll inform everyone within the tribe so that our younger generation can recognize you as their Thirteenth Ancestral Witch."

Qing Xuan did not refuse this time. After all, his connection with the Witch Race was already inseparable. He was bound to be involved in this Witch-Demon Tribulation, so it was necessary for the Witch Race to recognize him.

Di Jiang seemed to suddenly remember something and asked again.

"Brother Qing, we still don't know which law you cultivate."

Qing Xuan smiled slightly.

The Dao rhythm of the Law of Strength permeated Qing Xuan's body.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches' eyes widened. The Law of Strength?!

Father God's Law of Strength.

Brother Qing is truly the one chosen by Father God.

Knowing that Qing Xuan cultivated the Law of Strength, the Twelve Ancestral Witches became even more affectionate towards him. In their eyes, Qing Xuan was clearly the inheritor of Father God.

Thus, Di Jiang began to summon all the members of the Witch Race to Buzhou Mountain.

The Witch Race's massive movement immediately alerted the Demon Race and Zizhou Prefecture.

Both forces sent scouts to investigate the Witch Race's movements.

Qing Xuan paid no attention to these matters.

He began preaching the Dao to Houtu in the Pangu Hall.

Although Qing Xuan was only at the Great Unity Golden Immortal perfection stage, the Dao he preached was the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique and some insights from Great God Pangu. These Dao rhythms originated from the Great Dao, naturally leading to continuous phenomena.

For a time, the entire Pangu Hall was enveloped in Dao rhythms.

Houtu soon became immersed in the Great Dao preached by Qing Xuan, falling into enlightenment.

Her Primordial Spirit cultivation was rapidly improving.

A thousand years later, Qing Xuan stopped preaching.

It wasn't that Qing Xuan was unwilling to preach more, but rather that Houtu's Primordial Spirit was still too weak. Listening to the Dao for an extended period would damage her Primordial Spirit.

After listening to the Dao for a thousand years, Houtu's Primordial Spirit cultivation had already advanced to the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

Qing Xuan then handed her some suitable magical treasures he had taken from the Witch Race's treasury.

"Sister Houtu, you should cultivate well in this Pangu Hall for now. As long as you don't harm your Primordial Spirit, the higher your Primordial Spirit cultivation, the better. A great opportunity awaits you later."

Seeing that Qing Xuan had finished preaching, Di Jiang walked over.

"Brother Qing, come out with us and meet the warriors of the Witch Race."

Qing Xuan nodded and followed the Twelve Ancestral Witches out of Pangu Hall.

Looking at the countless members of the Witch Race below, Qing Xuan couldn't help but sigh. The Witch Race was truly a race born for battle. The Witch Race below were all brimming with Blood Essence and filled with fighting spirit.

Qing Xuan also saw many famous Great Witches below.

Xing Tian, Hou Yi, Kuafu, Xiang Liu, Jiu Ying, Feng Bo, Yu Shi...

All of them were Great Witches famous in later generations.

Looking at the warriors of the Witch Race below, Di Jiang spoke in a deep voice.

"Warriors, beside me stands the thirteenth Ancestral Witch of our race, the Ancestral Witch of Strength, Qing Xuan. From now on, you will unconditionally obey the Ancestral Witch of Strength."

In the Witch Race, the words of an Ancestral Witch were like imperial decrees.

As soon as Di Jiang finished speaking, the Witch Race below shouted in unison.

"Greetings, Ancestral Witch of Strength."

Xing Tian stepped forward and looked at Qing Xuan.

"Lord Ancestral Witch of Strength, I wish to spar with you."

Xing Tian didn't have any issues with Qing Xuan; he was simply a battle maniac. He got excited whenever he saw a master. Since Qing Xuan could become a new Ancestral Witch, his strength must be considerable.

Qing Xuan smiled. He could tell that Xing Tian only had fighting spirit, not hostility.

Coincidentally, he also needed someone to establish his authority, and Xing Tian was the most suitable candidate.

Qing Xuan stopped Di Jiang, who was about to speak and object.

"Come on, I'll just stand here. If you can make me take a step back, you win."

Xing Tian didn't understand politeness. He only felt that Qing Xuan was underestimating him.

He raised Gan Qi and attacked Qing Xuan.

But he came fast and left even faster.

Qing Xuan simply threw a punch, and Xing Tian was sent flying backward, smashing through several mountain peaks.

After a while, Xing Tian stood up from the ruins, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"The Ancestral Witch of Strength's power is extraordinary. I concede defeat."

Hearing Xing Tian admit defeat, the members of the Witch Race became excited.

After all, Qing Xuan was the thirteenth Ancestral Witch. The stronger Qing Xuan was, the happier the Witch Race would be.

"Witch! Witch! Witch!"