I Like This Divine Technique

The Innate Gourd Vine has not yet appeared, but he doesn't want to wait until it does to search for it.

Otherwise, if other powerful beings get there first, he'll only be able to obtain a crimson gourd according to the original plot.

Hongyun's ambition is to take the entire Innate Gourd Vine into his possession.

Although his physical body's strength is no less than a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure after refining Pangu's Essence Blood, this is limited to its hardness.

Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures possess infinite wondrous uses, capable of trapping and killing enemies with ease, which a physical body cannot match.

Hongyun, lacking magical treasures, would never miss this opportunity.

Time flew by, and fifty years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Hongyun's eyes snapped open, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body.

That aura contained a dense bloodline power, the pure essence of Pangu, purer than that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

After all, he not only refined a drop of Pangu's Essence Blood but also devoured ten Netherworld Blood Rivers.

The Pangu blood within the Blood Rivers was also extraordinary.

Now, Hongyun's essence blood and bloodline both originated from the great god Pangu.

If anyone in the Great Desolation was closest to Pangu, it used to be the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but now it was undoubtedly Hongyun!

"Such a powerful feeling!"

After completely digesting Pangu's Essence Blood and the ten Blood Rivers, Hongyun's strength had increased more than tenfold compared to before.

Especially his physical body, which had become incredibly robust.

"If Old Ancestor Minghe attacked me with those two top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures now, they wouldn't be able to harm me one bit!"

Hongyun sighed with emotion.

The benefits of a powerful physical body were fully displayed; like the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he was unafraid of the bombardment from top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

He was even superior to them.

"The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique has now reached the third revolution, but the fourth revolution cannot be achieved in a short time. It's time to make a trip to Buzhou Mountain!"

Hongyun said softly, then stepped out of Huoyun Cave.

Buzhou Mountain is located within the Witch Clan's territory.

He was only going there to find the Innate Gourd Vine and did not wish to get entangled with the Witch Clan.

After all, the protagonists of the Witch-Demon Tribulation were the destined ones to face the tribulation. Getting involved would be difficult to escape from.

Without sufficient strength, one could only turn to dust during the tribulation.

Hongyun was no fool.

Whoosh!

He rode a mystical cloud, flying rapidly.

Three years later, Hongyun arrived at Buzhou Mountain.

A majestic, colossal mountain range came into view, standing on the earth like the pillar of heaven and earth.

The peak emitted a terrifying pressure, making it difficult for beings below Grand Unity to approach.

Legend has it that it was formed from Pangu's Spine.

Buzhou Mountain was vast and boundless; even a Quasi-Saint expert would take several hundred years to circle it.

It was filled with numerous restrictions and countless rare treasures.

Finding an Innate Gourd Vine in such a vast area was no easy feat.

Hongyun knew that if he were lucky, he might find it in a few decades or a century.

If his luck was poor, he might not find it even after a thousand years.

He decided to search while riding his cloud and cultivating the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique.

"The third revolution has already improved my physical body so much; the subsequent ones will surely be even stronger!"

"This cultivation technique directly points to the Saintly Path. As long as one's foundation is high enough, becoming a Saint is not an issue!"

Which being in the Great Desolation didn't dream of becoming a Saint?

Yet, even the powerful beings didn't know the path to becoming a Saint.

Later, after hearing Hongjun preach, they learned the method of severing three corpses, and only then did they gradually achieve sainthood.

And Hongyun now possessed a cultivation technique for the Saintly Path; how could he not cultivate it diligently, given the system's blessing?

However, the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique could not lead everyone to sainthood.

Even with foundations as high as the Twelve Ancestral Witches, by the end of the Witch-Demon Tribulation, they had only reached the peak of Quasi-Saint and failed to become Saints.

The difficulty of becoming a Saint was evident.

But Hongyun's current foundation already surpassed the Twelve Ancestral Witches; he was the foremost in the Great Desolation.

While circulating his cultivation technique, he also admired the scenery of Buzhou Mountain.

The spiritual energy in the mountain region was abundant, no wonder the Witch Clan considered it their territory.

Ten years later.

Buzz!

On this day, Hongyun's aura surged again, his power increasing several times over.

"Late stage Grand Unity!"

Hongyun felt a slight surprise.

He hadn't deliberately tried to raise his realm in the past few decades; otherwise, he would have broken through when refining the Blood River.

Even so, he had naturally advanced to the late stage of Grand Unity today.

Although his realm had risen, he didn't pay too much attention to it.

In the Great Desolation, strength was king.

No matter how high one's realm, it was futile if their combat power was lacking.

Take the future Heavenly Mandated Six Saints, for example. Though they reached the Saint level and were indestructible, they were suppressed by the Heavenly Dao and constrained by Hongjun, becoming mere puppets.

This was absolutely not what Hongyun wished for.

He continued to study the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique.

A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

Hongyun still hadn't found the Innate Gourd Vine, and he even suspected he might have come too early.

There was no trace of the gourd vine.

However, in the past thousand years, he had gained quite a few Houtian Spiritual Roots and ordinary Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Their benefit to his strength was limited.

His greatest gain was advancing the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique to the fourth turn.

It had to be said that after refining Pangu's Essence Blood, his foundation was too heaven-defying.

Coupled with the enhancement from the Great Dao Cushion, he reached the realm of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation in just a thousand years.

"Cultivating on the Great Dao Cushion not only speeds up my progress immensely but also makes my comprehension of the Devouring Divine Ability skyrocket!"

"This divine ability was originally similar to the innate divine abilities of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but now I've glimpsed a trace of the Law of Devouring!"

The Devouring Divine Ability was completely mastered after refining the Essence Blood.

In the subsequent hundreds of years, it advanced to Great Accomplishment and Perfection.

Now, he was even touching the edge of the Law of Devouring, vaguely approaching the level of the Great Dao.

The laws of the Great Dao superseded the Heavenly Dao.

Legend had it that Pangu used his power to prove the Dao, using the power of laws to create the supreme Great Dao.

Hongyun knew that Pangu's comprehension of the three thousand laws of the Great Dao from the Jade Disc of Creation was far beyond his own initial glimpse.

He wasn't impatient, cultivating slowly and letting nature take its course.

If he could comprehend the laws of the Great Dao in the future, it would be another path to becoming a Saint, which would be excellent.

Whoosh!

Hongyun continued to fly on his cloud.

One day, he suddenly heard auspicious clouds and looked towards the front.

Twelve majestic figures blocked his path.

"I haven't found the gourd vine, but I've run into the Twelve Ancestral Witches first!"

Hongyun felt a little helpless.

Although he didn't want to get involved with the Witch Clan, this was their territory, and encountering the Ancestral Witches was unavoidable.

"Isn't that Hongyun!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were training on Buzhou Mountain, saw him and their eyes lit up.

"Big brother, is Hongyun still carrying Ginseng Fruit? If we could get some, it would be greatly beneficial to our cultivation!"

Zhu Jiuyin whispered to Ancestral Witch Dijiang.

He was still thinking about Hongyun's Ginseng Fruit; it was a top-grade Innate Spiritual Fruit.

"Indeed, Hongyun is probably here to give us a gift!"

Ancestral Witch Dijiang was quite excited.

The other Ancestral Witches didn't mind getting some benefits from Hongyun either.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the Twelve Ancestral Witches surrounded Hongyun.

Seeing this, Hongyun's brows furrowed tightly.

He immediately felt something was wrong; these Ancestral Witches meant no good.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, we heard you have Ginseng Fruits. Why not share them with us!"

Ancestor Witch Dijiang stared directly at Hongyun and spoke without politeness.

Ancestral Witches had straightforward personalities and disliked beating around the bush.

If it were other powerful beings, they might have engaged in pleasantries with Hongyun.

But the Ancestral Witches were always direct.

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Hongyun. If you say you don't have Ginseng Fruits, we won't believe you unless you let us search you!"

Ancestor Witch Zhurong immediately chimed in.

Seeing the Ancestral Witches' aggressive demeanor, Hongyun's face darkened.

"These Twelve Ancestral Witches are too shameless, demanding Ginseng Fruits right off the bat. Do they really think I, Hongyun, am easy to bully!"

Anger surged within Hongyun.

Hum!

A majestic aura erupted from his body.

"Everyone, do you think I, Hongyun, am a soft persimmon that anyone can knead?"

Hongyun asked coldly.

At the same time, the aura surged towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches like a tide.

Sensing Hongyun's imposing aura, the Twelve Ancestral Witches clenched their fists, their fighting spirit soaring.

The Witch Clan was naturally warlike, growing stronger when facing stronger opponents.

But suddenly, they all froze.

"This... why is this aura so similar to our bloodline!"

"Not just similar, it's practically identical!"

Dijiang, Zhurong, and Zhu Jiuyin were all dumbfounded.

Hongyun actually possessed the aura of the Witch Clan, and it wasn't weaker than theirs.

In fact... it was even superior!

How was this possible?

"This is absolutely impossible! Fellow Daoist Hongyun, how can this aura be the energy of my Witch Clan?"

Ancestor Witch Dijiang, without making a move, asked with shock.

"That's right, this aura is something only Ancestral Witches possess within my Witch Clan! You... are you perhaps one of my Witch Clan?"

Zhu Jiuyin was also stunned.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Zhu Jiuyin was the most intelligent; the rest were mostly straightforward.

But even this wise being's heart was stirred at this moment.

"I am not like you mindless brutes!"

Hongyun replied calmly.

The Witch Clan was nothing more than a group of soulless shells.

Hongyun disdained associating with them.

In his eyes, the Witch Clan was destined to collapse during the upcoming Heavenly Dao Tribulation, and the former overlords of the Great Desolation would find it a luxury even to have a place to live.

Only Ancestor Witch Houtu, by transforming into the cycle of reincarnation and becoming Empress Pingxin, guarding the Six Paths, could barely step into the Saint realm.

It was truly a sigh.

"No, this aura clearly originates from my Witch Clan's bloodline! And that bloodline power is exactly the same as ours, the Ancestral Witches!"

Ancestor Witch Houtu's beautiful eyes flickered as she keenly sensed the same origin of the aura on Hongyun as theirs.

"Could it be that besides us Twelve Ancestral Witches, there is another Ancestral Witch?"

Ancestor Witch Zhurong scratched his head and guessed, his face full of confusion.

The other Ancestral Witches also froze. If they were truly family, what was the point of fighting?

At this moment, Hongyun couldn't be bothered with their wild speculations and directly pushed his bloodline power to the extreme.

The refined Pangu's Essence Blood, combined with the ten Netherworld Blood Rivers he had devoured, erupted at this moment.

The vast bloodline aura surged out like a torrent, instantly making it difficult for the Twelve Ancestral Witches to breathe.

"This..."

Sensing this bloodline pressure far exceeding their own, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were once again dumbfounded.

"Big Brother, how can Hongyun's bloodline be even thicker than ours?"

Zhu Jiuyin was completely dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief.

"Impossible! We are Ancestral Witches, conceived from Father God's essence blood. No one in the Witch Clan can match our bloodline concentration."

"Yet Hongyun's bloodline actually surpasses ours. He must be another Ancestral Witch!"

Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch, stated with certainty.

At this moment, he had already determined that Hongyun was not only an Ancestral Witch, but possibly an even higher-level being.

Perhaps he should be called the Witch Lord!

"Big Brother, if Hongyun is truly an Ancestral Witch like us, his physical body must also be incomparably strong. Why don't we test it out!"

Zhu Jiuyin, having calmed down, quickly suggested.

"Yes, if Hongyun's physical body isn't strong, it proves he's not an Ancestral Witch!"

"Let's test the hardness of Hongyun's body, and everything will become clear!"

"Then I'll do it!"

The other Ancestral Witches nodded frequently. Finally, Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch, strode forward, preparing to engage Hongyun.

Swish!

A giant fist, wrapped in blazing flame divine abilities, slammed towards Hongyun with world-destroying might.

Hongyun's expression turned grim, and he immediately threw a punch to meet it, showing no weakness.

In the past, he would never have dared to clash with an Ancestral Witch using only his physical body.

But now, he had completely refined Pangu's Essence Blood and cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique to the fourth turn. His physical body was comparable to a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, and he didn't fear close combat at all.

Rumble!

A deafening roar erupted as the two giant fists collided fiercely.

Centered on the point where their fists met, a violent fluctuation tore through space, spreading outwards like ripples on water.

Then, under everyone's gaze, Ancestral Witch Zhurong staggered back several steps.

Although Hongyun also took a step back, he was overjoyed internally.