Red Flower, White Lotus Root, Green Lotus Leaf

After Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun departed, Wu Ming looked at the Twelve Ancestor Witches and said, "There is still some time before the second preaching of the Dao."

"During this period, you may arrange your own affairs."

"You can choose to return to the Witch Clan's tribes and see how they fare now."

"You can also travel the Primordial Wilderness, comprehend the laws of heaven and earth, and verify what you have learned."

"Remember, before the second preaching begins, you must return to Pangu Hall to gather."

Zhurong was the first to respond, grinning as he stretched his limbs: "Alright! Just right to go back and see those little brats!"

Gonggong snorted: "After being cooped up for so long, it's time to go out for a walk."

Dijiang and the other Ancestor Witches also nodded one after another.

With Wu Ming's permission, the twelve figures did not linger. They tore through space in an instant and headed toward the Witch Clan's settlement at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

The vast tribal settlement was orderly, exuding a vibrant vitality.

It was no longer the crude, brute-force reliance on hunting and raw strength of the past.

Countless Witch Clan warriors, in their respective areas, were either tempering their bodies, comprehending the laws, or practicing battle techniques.

The Witch Clan was still the Witch Clan—refining themselves with the Sha Qi of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon, proud of their mastery of laws and their formidable physiques.

But the overall spirit of the entire clan radiated an unprecedented cohesion and discipline.

This was the result of Wu Ming's subtle guidance over ten thousand years and Zhou Ming's covert planning.

A fledgling civilization, different from the Immortal Path yet equally pursuing power and order, was quietly taking root.

The Ancestor Witches watched all this, feeling a measure of satisfaction and relief in their hearts.

"It seems Brother Wu Ming has put in a lot of effort," Zhujiuyin murmured.

After a brief inspection, the Ancestor Witches set their minds at ease.

They gave a few instructions to the Great Witches in the tribe, then scattered to begin their true journey through the Primordial Wilderness.

The Immortal Path system preached by Hongjun, though vastly different from the Witch Clan's heritage, contained the supreme principles of the Great Dao, which could be understood by analogy.

Walking through the Primordial Wilderness, witnessing the changes of mountains and rivers, sensing the flow of laws, and combining this with what they had learned at Zixiao Palace, the Ancestor Witches' understanding of the laws they controlled grew ever deeper.

Wu Ming did not return to the clan with the Twelve Ancestor Witches. He had his own plans.

He walked slowly across the Primordial Wilderness, sensing the subtle changes in the laws of the wilderness after ten thousand years of preaching.

Meanwhile, on Kunlun Mountain.

The Three Pure Ones also left their Dao fields.

They too chose to travel the Primordial Wilderness, to comprehend the mysteries of heaven and earth and verify their own Great Dao.

Taiqing, with his nature of quiet non-action, walked accompanied by a profound Dao Rhythm.

Yuanshi's face was cold, surrounded by Immortal Light, carrying an air of pride.

Tongtian was more unrestrained, sometimes stopping to observe the myriad creatures of the wilderness, sometimes bursting with sword intent to cleave the void.

"Most of these myriad races in the wilderness are crude in nature and incompatible with our Great Dao," Yuanshi said, frowning as he looked down at a clan locked in slaughter.

"Each has its own Dao," Taiqing replied calmly.

"Second Brother, there are billions of living beings in the wilderness. How can they all be as you imagine?" Tongtian shook his head. "For many creatures, mere survival is already difficult."

"Hmph, those with fur and horns, born from moisture and eggs—how could they understand the true pure Dao?" Yuanshi's tone was disdainful.

Tongtian did not argue further. He knew his second brother's temperament.

The three of them walked to Buzhou Mountain and suddenly stopped in unison.

"It seems there is an opportunity here related to us," Taiqing said slowly.

Yuanshi nodded slightly: "Transformed from Father God Pangu's spine, it is indeed extraordinary, able to nurture such a treasure."

Tongtian could no longer hold back. Following the faint guidance, he headed toward a hidden valley.

Taiqing and Yuanshi exchanged a glance and followed.

Passing through layers of Innate restrictions and parting the hazy chaotic currents, a clear pond appeared before the three.

At the center of the pond, a lotus platform bloomed quietly.

Verdant lotus leaves, immaculate lotus roots, and at the top, three budding flower buds—red, white, and blue—flowed with endless creative vitality and profound Dao Rhythm.

It was none other than one of the Innate Supreme Treasures transformed from a seed of the shattered Chaos Green Lotus—the Twenty-Fourth Grade Green Lotus of Creation!

Seeing this treasure, the Three Pure Ones immediately understood that it was fated for them.

This Green Lotus of Creation was originally a companion object of the place where Pangu's Primordial Spirit was nurtured, sharing the same origin with them.

Taiqing looked at the largest red lotus at the top, felt a resonance, and made a respectful bow.

"Red Flower."

As the words fell, the red lotus moved without wind, drifting down, transforming into an ancient and profound Coiled Dragon Cudgel, which fell into Laozi's hands.

Yuanshi looked at the pure white lotus root and also bowed.

"White Lotus Root."

The snow-white lotus root detached from the lotus platform, a flash of light transforming it into a Three Treasures Jade Ruyi covered in mysterious runes, which flew before Yuanshi.

Tongtian looked at the largest green lotus leaf, a trace of satisfaction in his eyes, and called out clearly.

"Green Lotus Leaf!"

The verdant lotus leaf shot up abruptly, turning in midair into a sword of unmatched sharpness, its Dao Rhythm perfected by heaven—the Qingping Sword—which Tongtian grasped in his hand.

The Green Lotus of Creation split into three, becoming three Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, thus belonging to the Three Pure Ones.

In the pond, only the soil beneath the lotus platform remained, still exuding a faint vitality.

The Three Pure Ones each obtained their treasure, sensing the Great Dao laws contained within, and were all fully content.

Taiqing put away his Crooked Staff.

Yuanshi held the jade ruyi, gently stroking it.

Tongtian caressed the blade of the Qingping Sword, its ring clear and crisp.

"This matter is settled; let us continue our travels," Taiqing said calmly.

Yuanshi and Tongtian nodded. The three did not linger, their forms transforming into pure qi as they left the valley, resuming their journey through the Primordial Wilderness.

Several thousand years passed once more.

The time for Hongjun's second preaching of the Dao drew ever closer.

Across the land of the Primordial Wilderness, streaks of light tore through the sky, converging from all directions toward the Chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Di Jun and Taiyi rode the Golden Crow Rainbow Light, their might imposing.

Nuwa and Fuxi, brother and sister, walked side by side, surrounded by Auspicious Clouds.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun also set out together, faces bearing hope for the Great Dao and a trace of hidden worry for the future.

Kunpeng's enormous silhouette blotted out the sun and sky, carrying endless gloom and resentment as he charged alone toward Zixiao Palace.

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.

Twelve powerful auras descended almost simultaneously.

Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong... the Twelve Ancestor Witches had ended their travels and all returned.

Ten thousand years of wandering had made their auras more restrained, yet the laws of power swirling around them were denser and stronger than before.

Wu Ming had long been waiting here.

"All back," Wu Ming said simply.

"Big brother," Dijiang stepped forward.

"Mm, it seems you've all gained something," Wu Ming swept his gaze over the group. "The time for the second preaching is near; prepare to set out."

"Yes!" the Twelve Ancestor Witches answered in unison.

No further words were needed. Thirteen figures shot into the sky, instantly tearing through space, speeding toward Zixiao Palace deep within Chaos.

(As many readers have commented on the setting of the Twenty-Four Grade Green Lotus of Creation, the author has changed it to the Twenty-Four Grade.)