After the Witch Race acknowledged Qingxuan as the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, the Ancestral Witch of Strength, Qingxuan felt a massive surge of providence settle upon him—the providence of the Witch Race.
Qingxuan had earned the recognition of the entire Witch Race, so the Witch Race's providence naturally blessed him.
As the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, the providence he received had already reached the same level as that of the other Ancestral Witches.
Under the blessing of this providence, Qingxuan instantly felt that his Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique was about to break through to the sixth revolution.
He was overjoyed. The sixth revolution of the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique corresponded to the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm. Combined with his treasures and abilities, as long as his opponent was not a Saint, Qingxuan could contend with anyone.
After meeting the Witch Race's warriors, establishing his might before them, and receiving the Witch Race's providence, Qingxuan returned to Pangu Hall with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
After thinking it over, Qingxuan decided to teach the Three Styles of Heaven Opening he had obtained to the Witch Race.
After all, he had already firmly established himself as the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch and received the gift of the Witch Race's providence.
The stronger the Witch Race became, the more benefits he would receive.
Under such circumstances, Qingxuan naturally had to do everything he could to help the Witch Race grow stronger.
After receiving Qingxuan's instruction in the Three Styles of Heaven Opening, the Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at him, utterly speechless.
Father God's bloodline, the Great Dao of Strength, and now the Three Styles of Heaven Opening. If anyone dared say Qingxuan was not Father God's heir, the Ancestral Witches would beat that person senseless.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged a glance and made an important decision.
"Brother Qing, from now on, you will be the leader of the Witch Race. We and the entire Witch Race will follow your orders."
"That's right, Thirteenth Brother. From now on, whoever you say we should fight, we'll fight."
"Little Brother, Big Sister believes you can lead the Witch Race to even greater heights."
This decision by the Twelve Ancestral Witches was not the result of a momentary impulse. It was because everything Qingxuan had done for them had left them unable to repay him, and because Qingxuan had obtained Father God's inheritance. Only then had they made this decision.
He had helped the Witch Race find a way to give birth to Primordial Spirits, offered them advice, and even taught them Father God's Three Styles of Heaven Opening.
Any one of these accomplishments would have been enough to make someone an honored guest of the Witch Race. Qingxuan had accomplished all of them.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches also knew the Witch Race's weakness. When it came to fighting, none of them feared anyone. They would even charge at the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun with weapons in hand.
But when it came to planning and schemes, the Witch Race was utterly blind.
Now that they had Qingxuan, the Witch Race's final weakness had been filled.
Qingxuan waved his hand. He still preferred a peaceful life of idleness, so he would pass on becoming the leader.
"Big Brother Di Jiang, you should remain the leader. I'll notify you all when something comes up."
Seeing how resolute Qingxuan was, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could only let the matter drop.
"Very well. Other than Sister Houtu, who must hurry to cultivate her Primordial Spirit, everyone else needs to return and restrain your tribes. The first great battle will probably begin very soon."
Qingxuan's gaze seemed to pass through Pangu Hall and reach the Demon Race on the Sun Star.
The Ancestral Witches all nodded, their eyes filled with anticipation for the coming battle.
Everyone left one after another. In the blink of an eye, only Houtu and Qingxuan remained in Pangu Hall.
Houtu's eyes revealed her reluctance as she spoke softly.
"Little Brother, are you leaving?"
Qingxuan nodded. He had been away for so long. It was indeed time to return and take a look.
I wonder if my Master misses me.
Seeing the tenderness and longing in Qingxuan's eyes, Houtu felt a faint sourness in her heart for some reason.
"Little Brother, who are you thinking about?"
Qingxuan looked at Houtu in confusion and explained.
"My Master, Nuwa."
Houtu froze. She truly had not known that Qingxuan had a master, much less that it was Nuwa.
As two of the Primordial World's top female cultivators, Houtu was naturally familiar with Nuwa. In fact, the two of them were quite acquainted.
"Ah... Little Brother, you took Nuwa as your master?"
"Yes. Why?"
Qingxuan was somewhat curious about Houtu's reaction.
Houtu spoke hesitantly.
"Then... then doesn't that mean I'll be a generation junior to Nuwa from now on?"
Seeing that this was what Houtu was troubled about, Qingxuan could not help laughing.
"Sister Houtu, we'll each follow our own relationships."
What Qingxuan did not say was that Nuwa might have to call Houtu "Sister" in the future.
Seeing that he had finished explaining everything, Qingxuan prepared to leave.
When Houtu saw Qingxuan was about to leave, her mind went blank. She stepped forward and hugged him tightly.
Her soft lips lightly pressed a kiss onto Qingxuan's cheek.
Qingxuan had not expected Houtu to act so suddenly. After recovering, he smiled and patted her head.
Although Houtu always called herself his elder sister, in Qingxuan's eyes, she was still a somewhat airheaded younger sister.
"Good Sister, cultivate diligently. A great opportunity awaits you later. Once we resolve the Witch-Demon Tribulation, you can stay by my side forever. How does that sound?"
Hearing Qingxuan's words, Houtu immediately relaxed. Her eyes shone as she looked at him.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true."
Houtu watched Qingxuan's departing figure with contentment.
After leaving Pangu Hall, Qingxuan still wore a smile.
Eager to return, Qingxuan did not slowly ride the clouds this time. Instead, he transformed into a streak of light and headed toward Fengqi Mountain's Dao Field.
As he passed above a lush forest, Qingxuan sensed fluctuations from a battle below.
Curious, he looked down.
A Grand Unity Golden Immortal–realm great demon was threatening an old man with a group of lesser demons.
"Old fool, His Majesty the Demon Emperor said that all sentient beings with intelligence are part of the Demon Race. Since you plant spirits have taken human form, you naturally have to join the Demon Race."
Although the old man was also at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, plant spirits were naturally disinclined toward fighting. He was no match for the great demon.
"We plant spirits have little combat power. Even if we joined the Demon Race, we would not be of much use. Please, Immortal, show mercy and spare my people."
Golden light flashed through Qingxuan's eyes, and he instantly saw the old man's true form: a Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress.
So this forest was the territory of the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress clan.
Back when he had fooled Nuwa, he had even claimed that his own origin was a Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress.
"Very well. I suppose this is fate."
Qingxuan descended through the clouds.
"Old fool, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. If you won't join the Demon Race, then there's no need for your people to remain."
As he spoke, the great demon spat out demonic fire, intending to set the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress clan's territory ablaze.
At the critical moment, a pair of large, sharply jointed hands clamped down on the great demon's mouth and forcibly shut it.
Terror flashed in the great demon's eyes as he stared fearfully at the Daoist who had suddenly appeared before him.
It was Qingxuan.
Perhaps because Qingxuan's true form also belonged to the plant spirits, seeing what the great demon had done to the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress, another plant spirit, had greatly displeased him.
Since Qingxuan was displeased, he could only make the person who had displeased him even more displeased!
Before you continue