Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique

My physical body is indeed no inferior to an Ancestor Witch!

One must know, Zhurong had just used his fire divine ability, imbued within his Ancestor Witch body, for a full-powered strike.

Yet, it was blocked by my casual punch, without me falling behind even a bit.

If I add my Devouring Divine Ability, crushing Zhurong would be no problem.

Hiss!

Seeing this, the Twelve Ancestor Witches collectively gasped.

Hongyun's physical body is actually this powerful, even surpassing theirs.

It's simply inconceivable!

"Zhurong, are you alright?"

Dijiang, the Ancestor Witch, stepped forward and asked with concern.

"Big Brother, I dare to assert that this Hongyun is definitely an Ancestor Witch of our Witch Clan who was lost outside!"

Zhurong's tone was firm.

In that strike just now, he clearly felt Hongyun's overwhelming strength, which even surpassed his own slightly.

"We Twelve Ancestor Witches each control a divine ability. If Hongyun is truly an Ancestor Witch, he must also possess a divine ability!"

Zhu Jiuyin spoke again.

At this moment, he was ninety percent certain that Hongyun was an Ancestor Witch, but the matter of his divine ability still needed verification.

If Hongyun truly possessed an Ancestor Witch-level divine ability, then without a doubt, he must be a member of the Witch Clan.

He might even have taken form earlier than them.

Back then, when they took form in Pangu Hall, there were only twelve of them.

Afterward, no more Ancestor Witches were born.

If Hongyun is truly an Ancestor Witch, he must have taken form before them.

By the time they were born, Hongyun had already departed.

That's why they were completely unaware.

"Then let's use our natal divine abilities to test this Hongyun!"

Dijiang, the Ancestor Witch, decisively ordered.

"Alright!"

All the Ancestor Witches responded in unison.

"Behold my water divine ability!"

Gonggong roared, and surging water waves swept out.

"My fire divine ability!"

Zhurong spewed a ball of flames, lunging straight at Hongyun.

"Lightning divine ability!"

"Thunder divine ability!"

The remaining Ancestor Witches attacked one after another, their divine abilities like rainbows, all unleashed.

Twelve divine abilities erupted from the Ancestor Witches, weaving into a net that tightly ensnared Hongyun.

"Divine abilities? Hmph!"

Facing the natal divine abilities of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, Hongyun remained unfazed.

Divine abilities, laws, the Great Dao – divine abilities are merely the lowest tier.

Even so, they are far superior to ordinary immortal arts and daoist techniques.

But Hongyun's Devouring Divine Ability had already vaguely touched upon the power of laws.

Buzz!

He lightly waved his hand, and a giant mouth suddenly appeared in the void, like an ancient fierce beast opening its gaping maw.

The sky seemed to be torn open by a black hole.

The black hole rapidly expanded, engulfing the divine abilities of the Twelve Ancestor Witches in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the twelve divine abilities were completely swallowed by the Devouring Divine Ability.

The boundless devouring power almost tore the void apart.

The figures of the Twelve Ancestor Witches became unstable, and they quickly retreated, only managing to avoid the range of devouring after withdrawing tens of thousands of meters.

"This..."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, still shaken, looked at each other.

"Big Brother, Hongyun is definitely one of our Ancestral Witches, and he took form even earlier than us!"

Seeing how domineering Hongyun's divine abilities were, Zhu Jiuyin said to Dijiang.

"That's right, he should be our true Big Brother!"

Dijiang nodded repeatedly.

If Hongyun had taken form before them, then Dijiang would no longer be the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Hongyun would be!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, the truth now obvious.

They stepped forward in unison, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, "Greetings, Big Brother!"

"Big... What Big Brother!"

Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches' actions, Hongyun was stunned for a moment before shouting to stop them.

What a joke!

The Witch Clan were the protagonists of the tribulation. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches called him Big Brother, wasn't that pushing him into a fiery pit?

Let alone denying it, if he actually became the Witch Clan's Big Brother, his death would likely be near.

"Hongyun, you are our Big Brother! Do you know that you are the first Ancestral Witch to take form in the Witch Clan!"

Dijiang said urgently.

"Yes, Big Brother, your bloodline is more potent than ours, your physical body is stronger, and your divine abilities are more overbearing. You are our Big Brother!"

Zhu Jiuyin chimed in.

The Devouring Divine Ability Hongyun had displayed had completely convinced him that Hongyun was the first Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan, without a doubt.

"Big Brother, come back to the Witch Clan with us!"

Zhurong, Houtu, Xuanming, and the other Ancestral Witches pleaded in unison.

Ptooey!

Hongyun spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Who says I'm an Ancestral Witch? The first Ancestral Witch? I am Hongyun, not some Ancestral Witch at all!"

"Your Witch Clan are all soulless puppets. I have a Primordial Spirit and can wield magic treasures!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a spirit treasure flew out, spinning in the air.

However, upon seeing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches remained convinced that Hongyun was an Ancestral Witch, and the first one at that.

"Big Brother! Big Brother!" they kept shouting.

Hongyun was speechless.

Getting involved with the Witch Clan was absolutely not what he wanted.

But the Twelve Ancestral Witches were straightforward. If he didn't return to the Witch Clan with them, they probably wouldn't let him go.

In a one-on-one fight, Hongyun could crush any single Ancestral Witch.

He was also confident in a two-on-one situation.

However, facing the combined might of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he was helpless.

Since they hadn't fallen out yet, it wasn't good for him to completely sever ties.

"Fine, I'll lay my cards on the table!"

Finally, Hongyun roared in exasperation.

He decided to trick these Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Normally, he never initiated trickery; that was his principle.

Only when someone tried to trick him first would he retaliate without mercy.

But this time, if he truly formed karma with the Witch Clan, the impact would be too great, and it might even drag him into the Witch-Demon Tribulation.

Thus...

Hongyun's gaze swept over the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"Ahem, ahem, actually, I'm not the first Ancestral Witch. I am... Pangu's son!"

He slowly uttered the astonishing words.

Hiss!

"What? Heavens, you are the Son of the Father God?"

"This is too shocking!"

"No wonder your bloodline is more potent than ours and your physical body is stronger!"

"Even your divine abilities far surpass ours!"

"You're actually... the Son of the Father God!"

"And you have a Primordial Spirit, but we don't!"

Upon hearing this, the Twelve Ancestor Witches didn't harbor the slightest doubt. Instead, they began to fill in the blanks themselves.

When it came to physical bodies, they, the Twelve Ancestor Witches, were practically top-tier in the Great Desolation.

Yet, they couldn't compare to Hongyun!

In terms of divine abilities, they were also among the best in the Great Desolation.

Still, they were inferior to Hongyun.

The most crucial factor was bloodline, which couldn't be faked.

Hongyun's bloodline was incomparably pure, a direct descendant of Pangu, even more potent than theirs.

Coupled with his Primordial Spirit, which the Witch Clan lacked.

If he were the Son of Pangu, how could it be false!

"We pay respects to the Son of the Father God!"

"We greet the Divine Son!"

"Lord Divine Son, it is a tremendous stroke of luck to meet you!"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches prostrated themselves before Hongyun once more.

This time, they finally understood that Hongyun was not an Ancestor Witch, nor was he part of the Witch Clan.

He was an existence far nobler than the Ancestor Witches—the Son of the Father God, the Divine Son!

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully deceiving others. Reward: Top-tier cultivation technique: Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique."

At this very moment, a mechanical voice sounded in Hongyun's mind.

The System had judged his deception to be successful.

Hongyun pursed his lips, too lazy to explain further.

He had even snagged a System reward, and his heart bloomed with joy.

This Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique, like the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, was a top-tier cultivation method.

The difference was that the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique tempered the physical body, while the Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique nurtured the Primordial Spirit.

With both a strong body and a strong Primordial Spirit, one could forge a completely different path to becoming a Saint.

This added another trump card to his arsenal for dealing with the machinations of Saints in the future.

Afterward, the Twelve Ancestor Witches invited him to the Witch Clan for a gathering again.

"Going to your Witch Clan is fine, but only as a guest. I'm really not the First Ancestor Witch!"

Hongyun couldn't refuse and could only emphasize.

"Whatever the Divine Son says goes!"

"That's right, the Divine Son is the Son of the Father God, a hundred times stronger than the First Ancestor Witch."

Seeing Hongyun agree, the Twelve Ancestor Witches hurriedly echoed his sentiment.

"Fine. Have the younglings of the Witch Clan keep an eye out for vines bearing gourds on Buzhou Mountain. If you find any, notify me immediately!"

Hongyun added.

He had originally intended to continue searching for the Innate Gourd Vine, but if he went to the Witch Clan, he wouldn't be able to split his attention.

Moreover, the chances of finding it alone were too slim.

Buzhou Mountain was the Witch Clan's territory; having them help keep an eye out greatly increased the odds of finding it.

"Lord Divine Son, I will arrange it at once!"

Zhu Jiuyin quickly agreed.

Following that, Hongyun, surrounded by the Ancestor Witches, stepped into the Witch Clan.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches had initially planned to gather the entire clan, billions of subjects, to pay homage to the Divine Son.

Upon hearing this, Hongyun quickly stopped them.

What a joke, he didn't want to draw attention.

Besides, this "Son of Pangu" was false.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches had no choice but to abandon the idea.

Next, they led Hongyun to a majestic palace.

"Lord Divine Son, this is Pangu Hall, formed from the Father God's heart!"

Dijiang said, standing outside the hall.

Pangu Hall exuded waves of pressure, incomparably powerful. It had once nurtured Pangu's Essence Blood, from which the Twelve Ancestor Witches were born.

However, the Essence Blood had been depleted and was no longer present.

"This is Pangu Hall?"

Hongyun gazed at the massive hall, his heart filled with awe.

It was truly magnificent and boundless.

Its oppressive aura was no less than the pressure a Saint gave him.

He had never set foot in Pangu Hall before and was quite curious.

Immediately, he strode towards the hall.

Hum!

Just as he was about to step through the entrance, an oppressive force targeting him emanated from Pangu Hall.

His steps involuntarily halted.

"Pangu Hall is rejecting me?"

Hongyun felt a slight surprise.

But soon, he understood.

Pangu Hall was not a place any creature could enter.

Aside from the Witch Clan, even the Three Pure Ones, who were transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, had no chance to set foot in it.

Even within the Witch Clan, not everyone was qualified.

Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches and a few Great Witches could enter.

Hongyun deduced that the entry requirement was bloodline!

One needed to inherit Pangu's bloodline, and its concentration had to meet the standard to pass.

With this thought, he circulated the bloodline power within his body.

Hum!

A surge of majestic bloodline aura erupted, far exceeding that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Then, he stepped into the hall again.

This time, Pangu Hall offered no resistance, and he entered with ease.

Inside, it was a world of its own, vast and boundless.

In the center stood a colossal blood pool.

The blood within churned, exuding a strong, bloody scent.

"This..."

Hongyun was momentarily stunned by the sight.

"Divine Son, this is the Father God's Blood Pool. It's where we Twelve Ancestral Witches were conceived and born."

"But now, the Father God's Essence Blood is all gone, leaving only ordinary blood. Thus, no more Ancestral Witches are born."

"What the blood pool now conceives are all Great Witches of the Witch Clan."

Dijiang quickly explained, seeing Hongyun's expression.

"And as the concentration of the blood pool decreases, the bloodline of the Great Witches born now is also becoming increasingly diluted!"

Zhu Jiuyin added.

Hongyun nodded slightly.

Then, he released his divine sense to scan the entire Pangu Hall.

Soon, a giant stone tablet entered his perception, standing tall by the side of the hall.

This piqued his curiosity.

A moment later, he moved to the stone tablet.

Hum!

As his divine sense probed it, the stone tablet emitted waves of information.

The information flooded into his mind, and Hongyun was stunned.

"This... this is the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique?"

He whispered to himself.

"Divine Son, this stele indeed records the supreme cultivation technique of our Witch Clan. Our comprehension of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique all originated from this."

Dijiang explained.

Hongyun's interest surged, and he immediately began to study it.

Several days later, he opened his eyes.

From the stone tablet, he comprehended the first five revolutions of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique.

It was missing the latter half compared to the complete version bestowed by the System.

The System's reward was a complete set of cultivation techniques.

As for the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique on this stele, one could not comprehend further after the fifth revolution.

"I wonder what stage the Ancestor Witches have reached in their Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique?"

Hongyun asked curiously.

"Divine Son, I have already reached the fourth revolution!"

Dijiang replied.

"I am also at the fourth revolution!"

Zhu Jiuyin chimed in.

"I am at the third revolution!"

Gonggong said.

"I am also at the third revolution. This technique is too difficult to cultivate!"

Zhurong complained.

They had spent hundreds of thousands of years to reach the third or fourth revolution.

The fifth revolution was even more unattainable.

"However, according to this stele, the highest level seems to be only the fifth revolution technique!"

Dijiang sighed.

The Witch Clan's top cultivation technique was actually incomplete.