Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique

His physical body truly wasn't inferior to that of an Ancestral Witch!

One had to know that Zhurong had just used his fire divine ability, infusing it into his Ancestral Witch physique before striking with all his might.

Yet Red Cloud had casually blocked it with a single punch, without falling even half a step behind.

With the addition of his Devouring Divine Ability, overwhelming Zhurong would be effortless.

Hiss!

Upon seeing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches all drew in sharp breaths.

Red Cloud's physical body was actually this formidable, not the slightest bit inferior to theirs—in fact, it was even stronger.

It was simply inconceivable!

"Zhurong, are you all right?"

Ancestral Witch Dijiang stepped forward and asked with concern.

"Big Brother, I dare to swear that Red Cloud is absolutely an Ancestral Witch of our Witch Clan who was lost outside!"

Zhurong's tone was resolute.

In that exchange, he had clearly sensed Red Cloud's overwhelming strength, which was even slightly greater than his own.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches each possess a divine ability. If Red Cloud truly is an Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan, he must possess one as well!"

Zhu Jiuyin spoke again.

At this moment, he was already ninety percent certain that Red Cloud was an Ancestral Witch, but his divine ability still needed to be verified.

If Red Cloud truly possessed an Ancestral Witch-level divine ability, then without a doubt, he had to be a member of the Witch Clan.

He might even have transformed before they did.

Back then, when they transformed in Pangu Hall, there had only been twelve of them.

Afterward, no other Ancestral Witches were born.

If Red Cloud truly was an Ancestral Witch, then he must have transformed before them.

By the time they emerged into the world, Red Cloud had already departed.

That was why they knew nothing about him.

"Then use your innate divine abilities to test Red Cloud!"

Dijiang decisively gave the order.

"Good!"

The Ancestral Witches answered in unison.

"Behold my water divine ability!"

Gonggong roared, and monstrous waves surged forth.

"My fire divine ability!"

Zhurong spat out a mass of blazing flames that shot straight toward Red Cloud.

"Thunder divine ability!"

"Lightning divine ability!"

The other Ancestral Witches also attacked, unleashing their divine abilities in unison, each one dazzling like a rainbow.

Twelve divine abilities burst forth from the Ancestral Witches, weaving together into a net that firmly enveloped Red Cloud.

"Divine abilities? Hmph!"

Facing the innate divine abilities of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Red Cloud remained completely unafraid.

Divine abilities, laws, the Great Dao—divine abilities were merely the lowest of the lot.

Even so, they still far surpassed ordinary immortal arts and Dao techniques.

But Red Cloud's Devouring Divine Ability had already faintly touched the power of laws.

Buzz!

He waved his hand lightly, and a huge maw suddenly appeared in the void, as though an ancient ferocious beast had opened its blood-filled jaws.

It was as if a black hole had been torn open in the sky.

The black hole rapidly expanded and, in the blink of an eye, enveloped the Twelve Ancestral Witches' divine abilities.

Whoosh!

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

The boundless force of devouring nearly tore the void apart.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches staggered and hurriedly retreated, withdrawing tens of thousands of meters before barely escaping the devouring range.

"This..."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, still shaken, looked at one another.

"Big Brother, Red Cloud is absolutely an Ancestral Witch of our Witch Clan—and one who transformed before us!"

Seeing how domineering Red Cloud's divine ability was, Zhu Jiuyin looked toward Dijiang as he spoke.

"That's right. He is probably our true Big Brother!"

Dijiang nodded repeatedly.

If Red Cloud had transformed before them, then Dijiang was no longer the first among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Red Cloud was!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances. The truth was now obvious.

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

"Big... What Big Brother!"

Seeing what the Twelve Ancestral Witches had done, Red Cloud was stunned for a moment before shouting to stop them.

What a joke!

The Witch Clan was one of the protagonists of the tribulation. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches called him Big Brother, wouldn't that be pushing him into a fire pit?

Never mind that he wasn't one of them. If he truly became the Witch Clan's Big Brother, he would probably be close to meeting his end.

"Red Cloud, you are our Big Brother! Do you know that you are the first Ancestral Witch to transform in the Witch Clan?"

Dijiang spoke anxiously.

"That's right, Big Brother. Your bloodline is purer than ours, your physical body is stronger than ours, and your divine ability is more domineering than ours. You are our Big Brother!"

Zhu Jiuyin chimed in.

The Devouring Divine Ability Red Cloud had displayed at the end had completely convinced him that Red Cloud was the first Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan. There could be no mistake.

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

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

Bah!

Red Cloud spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Who said I'm an Ancestral Witch? The first Ancestral Witch, no less? I'm Red Cloud. I'm not an Ancestral Witch at all!"

"You members of the Witch Clan are all soulless puppets. I possess a primordial spirit and can control magic treasures!"

With that, he waved his hand, and a spiritual treasure flew out, spinning rapidly in the air.

Yet even after seeing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches still firmly believed that Red Cloud was an Ancestral Witch—and the first Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan at that.

"Big Brother! Big Brother!" they shouted incessantly.

Red Cloud's face was filled with speechlessness.

He had absolutely no desire to become involved with the Witch Clan.

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

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

Even against two, he would still hold the upper hand.

But facing all twelve Ancestral Witches working together, he was helpless.

Since they had not yet turned hostile, he could not bring himself to completely fall out with them.

"Forget it. I'll come clean!"

In the end, Red Cloud shouted helplessly.

He decided to trick the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Normally, he never took the initiative to trick others. That was his principle.

Unless someone tricked him first, in which case he would retaliate without mercy.

But this time, if he truly formed a karmic connection with the Witch Clan, the consequences would be too great. He might even be dragged into the Witch-Demon Tribulation.

And so...

Red Cloud's gaze swept over the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and his expression became incomparably solemn.

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

He slowly uttered these shocking words.

Hiss!

"What? Oh heavens, you are Father God's son?"

"This is too shocking!"

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

"Even your divine ability far surpasses ours!"

"You are actually... Father God's son!"

"And you possess a primordial spirit, while we do not!"

Upon hearing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not harbor the slightest doubt. Instead, they began filling in the details themselves.

In terms of physical bodies, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were regarded as top-tier existences in the Great Desolation.

Yet they were still inferior to Red Cloud!

In terms of divine abilities, they were also first-rate throughout the Great Desolation.

But they were still inferior to Red Cloud.

Most importantly, bloodlines could not be faked.

Red Cloud's bloodline was incomparably pure, the true lineage of Pangu, and even denser than theirs.

On top of that, he possessed a primordial spirit, while none of the members of the Witch Clan did.

If he said he was Pangu's son, how could it be false?

"Greetings, Father God's son!"

"Greetings, Divine Son!"

"Divine Son, meeting you is truly the greatest fortune!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches once again bowed before Red Cloud.

This time, they finally understood that Red Cloud was not an Ancestral Witch, nor was he a member of the Witch Clan.

He was instead an existence nobler than the Ancestral Witches—the son of Father God, the Divine Son!

Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully tricking them. Reward: top-tier technique, Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique.

At that moment, a mechanical voice rang out in Red Cloud's mind.

The system had determined that he had successfully tricked them.

Red Cloud curled his lips and could not be bothered to explain further.

He had even conveniently obtained a system reward, and his heart blossomed with joy.

The Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique and the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique were both top-tier techniques.

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 his physical body and primordial spirit strengthened, he would be able to open up an entirely different path to sainthood.

This gave him another trump card for resisting the schemes of the Saints in the future.

Afterward, the Twelve Ancestral Witches once again invited him to visit the Witch Clan.

"Going to your Witch Clan is fine, but I'm only visiting. I'm truly not the first Ancestral Witch!"

Unable to overcome them, Red Cloud could only emphasize this point.

"Whatever the Divine Son says goes!"

"That's right. The Divine Son is Father God's son, a hundred times stronger than the first Ancestral Witch."

Seeing that Red Cloud had agreed, the Twelve Ancestral Witches hurriedly echoed him.

"Forget it. Have the members of the Witch Clan keep watch around Buzhou Mountain for vines bearing gourds. If you find any, notify me immediately!"

Red Cloud spoke again.

He had originally intended to continue searching for the Innate Gourd Vine, but he would be unable to split his attention if he went to the Witch Clan.

Besides, searching alone offered far too slim a chance.

Buzhou Mountain was the territory of the Witch Clan. Having them keep watch would greatly increase the hope of finding it.

"Divine Son, I'll arrange it at once!"

Zhu Jiuyin hurriedly agreed.

Afterward, surrounded by all the Ancestral Witches, Red Cloud entered the Witch Clan.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had originally wanted to summon the countless billions of members of the entire clan to pay their respects to the Divine Son.

Upon learning of this, Red Cloud hurriedly stopped them.

What a joke! He did not want to make a spectacle of himself.

Besides, this "son of Pangu" identity was fake.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had no choice but to give up.

Next, they led Red Cloud to a towering palace.

"Divine Son, this is Pangu Hall, which was transformed from Father God's heart!"

Dijiang stood outside the hall and spoke.

Pangu Hall radiated waves of pressure, powerful beyond compare. It had once nurtured Pangu's Essence Blood within, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had been born from it.

However, the Essence Blood had now been exhausted, with none remaining.

"Is this Pangu Hall?"

Hong Yun gazed at the enormous hall, his heart shaken.

It was truly magnificent and boundless.

The pressure it exuded was no weaker than the oppression a Saint brought him.

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

He immediately walked toward the interior of the hall.

Buzz!

Just as he was about to cross the threshold, a pressure targeting him emanated from Pangu Hall.

His footsteps stopped involuntarily.

"Is Pangu Hall actually rejecting me?"

Hong Yun was slightly surprised.

But he soon understood.

Pangu Hall was not a place that just any living being could enter.

Aside from the Witch Clan, even the Three Pure Ones, who had been transformed from Pangu's primordial spirit, had no chance to set foot inside.

Even among the Witch Clan, not everyone was qualified.

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

Hong Yun guessed that the requirement for entry lay in one's bloodline.

They needed to inherit Pangu's bloodline, and its concentration had to reach the required level before they could pass through.

With that thought, he activated the power of his bloodline.

Buzz!

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

He immediately stepped into the hall again.

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

The interior contained a world of its own, vast and boundless.

At the very center stood a gigantic blood pool.

The blood in the pool churned, radiating a thick, bloody stench.

"This..."

Hong Yun was slightly stunned at the sight.

"Divine Son, this is Father God's Blood Pool. Back then, the twelve of us Ancestral Witches were born from it."

"But now, Father God's essence blood has been exhausted, leaving behind only ordinary blood. As a result, no more Ancestral Witches can be born."

"Those currently gestating in the blood pool are all Great Witches of the Witch Clan."

Seeing Hong Yun's expression, Dijiang hurriedly explained.

"And as the blood pool's concentration has declined, the bloodlines of the Great Witches born nowadays have also grown increasingly thin!"

Zhu Jiuyin added.

Hong Yun nodded slightly.

He then released his divine sense, investigating the entirety of Pangu Hall.

Before long, a massive stone stele entered his perception, standing beside the hall.

This aroused his curiosity.

A moment later, he walked to the front of the stone stele.

Buzz!

As his divine sense entered it, the stone stele emitted waves of information.

The information surged into his mind, leaving Hong Yun stunned.

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

he murmured to himself.

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

Dijiang explained.

Hong Yun's interest increased greatly, and he immediately began comprehending it.

Several days later, he opened his eyes.

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

Compared to the complete version granted by the system, it was missing the latter half.

The system's reward had been the entire cultivation technique.

But the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique on this stele could no longer be comprehended beyond the fifth revolution.

"I wonder how far the Ancestral Witches have cultivated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique?"

Hong Yun asked curiously.

"Divine Son, I have cultivated it to the fourth revolution!"

Dijiang replied.

"I have also reached the fourth revolution!"

Zhu Jiuyin echoed.

"I'm at the third revolution!"

Gonggong said.

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

Zhurong complained.

They had spent hundreds of thousands of years reaching the third and fourth revolutions.

The fifth revolution was even more remote and unattainable.

"However, this stele seems to contain only up to the fifth revolution of the technique!"

Dijiang sighed.

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