The 23rd Chapter

Laozi Saint's Grand Unity Gourd Brush, Tongtian Saint's Green Ping Sword, Primordial Saint's Three Treasures Jade Ruyi.

Hence the saying, 'Red flowers, white roots, green lotus leaves; the Three Pure Ones are one family.'

This shows the unique nature of the World-Purifying White Lotus."

After Houtu's explanation, Lu Changsheng took the white lotus and examined it carefully.

He knew that this World-Purifying White Lotus was indeed a rare treasure.

Invincible in defense, impervious to all magic.

The World-Purifying Profound Light it emitted could cleanse all impurities in the world!

However, Lu Changsheng had profound fortune and was blessed with great luck, protected by the Heavenly Dao.

He did not need to rely on defensive Magic Treasures.

"Not bad, placing it in the hall as an ornamental plant is quite elegant."

Lu Changsheng played with it for a moment before putting it away with satisfaction.

Dong Wang Gong, standing nearby, heard Lu Changsheng's muttering and his hand, which was serving tea, trembled slightly.

The immortal tea almost slipped from his hand.

Even though he had followed Lu Changsheng for many years.

Such words, unlike those of mortals, still stirred his heart.

As for the other Ancestor Witches, they were completely stunned on the spot.

The top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the World-Purifying White Lotus, was actually only fit to be used as an ornamental plant?

Perhaps even a Saint would not possess such extravagance?

Yet Lu Changsheng did exactly that.

After all, the Northern Profound Origin Water Control Banner and the Exquisite Pagoda were already hanging in the hall.

Adding another World-Purifying White Lotus now was not particularly surprising.

Randeng and Kunpeng on the side shook their heads repeatedly.

Suddenly, they felt that the Merit Treasures under their brooms were not as painful to part with.

Compared to the top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure being used as an ornamental plant, what were these Merit Treasures being swept away?

Their treatment was actually not bad.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, are there any other treasures?"

Lu Changsheng put away the World-Purifying White Lotus and saw Houtu still staring at him blankly.

Although he knew he was exceptionally handsome, being stared at like this was a bit too bold.

So he reminded her with a smile.

Houtu snapped back to attention at the sound, smiled somewhat awkwardly, and continued:

"There are only some lower-grade Magic Treasures left, two hundred in total.

In addition, there is one High-grade Innate Spiritual Root and sixteen Spiritual Roots of middle to lower grade."

As she spoke, she sorted the Magic Treasures and handed them to Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng had no interest in Magic Treasures below the level of top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

As for the Spiritual Roots, he was also indifferent.

Without even a top-grade Spiritual Root, they held little significance for him.

However, the Witch Clan had a deep foundation, so it was impossible for them to not have top-grade Innate Spiritual Roots.

He assumed they were kept for their own use.

Lu Changsheng's thoughts turned, and he did not take them himself, merely casually ordering:

"Little Kun, you count and put them away."

Kunpeng obeyed, quickly put down his broom, and returned to his role as accountant.

"Yes, Great Master!"

The Spiritual Roots and Magic Treasures were handed over.

Houtu then took out a large batch of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and presented them all to Lu Changsheng.

Due to the large quantity, she did not introduce them one by one.

Lu Changsheng swept them with his divine sense and picked up a blood-colored treasure bead.

The rest were handed over to Kunpeng for counting.

Seeing him examining the blood bead, Houtu explained with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng, this is a Pangu Blood Bead condensed from the heart of Father God Pangu. It can temper the physical body."

Lu Changsheng nodded slightly and took it into his embrace.

Seeing the many treasures offered by the Witch Clan, Duke Dong Wang couldn't help but show surprise.

He never expected the Witch Clan to have collected so many treasures.

"The overlords of heaven and earth truly live up to their name, with such profound heritage!"

He sighed inwardly, and at the same time, felt fortunate that he had long since submitted to the Great Master.

If not, with the Witch Clan's substantial accumulation alone, the Demon Clan would naturally be no less.

And to think he had once foolishly tried to contend with the Demon Clan for the Primordial World, it was truly overestimating himself.

Just as Duke Dong Wang was pondering, Kunpeng had finished counting the treasures and stepped forward to report, "Great Master, a total of ninety million merit."

Upon hearing this number, the Twelve Ancestor Witches' breathing tightened.

Ninety million merit, how immense!

However, Lu Changsheng frowned slightly and murmured, "Only ninety million? It seems there were still too few treasures, not enough exchanged."

His words stunned all the Ancestor Witches.

Houtu's eyes twitched slightly—this was nearly sixty percent of the Witch Clan's accumulated wealth!

But as their gaze swept over the mountain of treasures and that broom, the Ancestor Witches felt relieved.

Compared to this person, their reserves were indeed insignificant.

However, none of that mattered now.

When Lu Changsheng handed them the ninety million merit golden cloud, the Ancestor Witches were ecstatic. After repeatedly thanking him, they hurried away.

With so much merit, they would surely succeed in condensing their Primordial Spirits!

After the Ancestor Witches left, Lu Changsheng returned to his grandmaster chair, casually tossed the World-Purifying White Lotus to Randeng, and instructed, "Find the highest-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure bottle, place it in it, and put it next to the Exquisite Pagoda. Remember to arrange it beautifully."

Randeng caught the World-Purifying White Lotus, which had been casually thrown, and his heart skipped a beat.

This was a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, one of the ultimate treasures of the Primordial World, and it was being treated so carelessly? Not to mention using it for flower arranging—it was a complete waste! How much better would it be if it were used as a defensive Magic Treasure.

But no matter how tempted Randeng was, he dared not act rashly, bound as he was by the Heavenly Dao Oath.

Lu Changsheng took out the blood bead condensed from Pangu's heart, enveloped it with his magic power, and slowly refined it.

As the blood bead melted, a vast surge of Blood Essence permeated his entire body. His bones, sinews, skin, and flesh seemed like sharks smelling blood, greedily devouring this power.

Before long, his physique had expanded by several times.

Suddenly, the Blood Essence surged like a thunderclap—

"Boom!"

After a deafening roar that pierced through the Wuji Heaven, Lu Changsheng's physical body completed its refinement.

His muscles bulged, and he had transformed into a colossal being whose physical body could rival that of an Ancestor Witch.

"This treasure is indeed extraordinary, worthy of tens of millions of merit."

"However, these muscles are too exaggerated, not quite to my liking."

Lu Changsheng's thoughts flickered, and he instantly reverted to the appearance of a refined young man in white robes.

Though his muscles were hidden, the power of his physical body remained undiminished.

Kunpeng and the other two on the side swallowed hard, secretly astounded.

Lu Changsheng's appearance was normal, but they knew clearly—they probably couldn't even withstand a single punch from him.

Meanwhile, in the Pangu Temple of the Witch Clan.

A hundred years passed quietly. Suddenly, a terrifying power erupted from within the temple, followed by shouts of ecstatic joy.

Houtu, who had been waiting outside the temple, showed excitement, "Brothers... did you succeed?"

Eleven Ancestor Witches strode out of seclusion. Dijiang said excitedly, "Little sister, we succeeded!"

Zhujiuyin also declared loudly, "From now on, our Witch Clan has Primordial Spirits to protect us, why should we fear heaven and earth!"

Houtu was overjoyed.

Since ancient times, the lack of Primordial Spirits had been a flaw of the Witch Clan. With this breakthrough, they could even contend with Saints!

Just as they were speaking, the Great Witch Xing Tian rushed in with news:

"Ancestor Witches, a small team of the Demon Clan ambushed a tribe, and thousands of Battle Witches... have sacrificed themselves."

Dijiang was enraged:

"The Demon Clan dares to be so arrogant! Do they truly think our Witch Clan won't annihilate them!"

If not for the protection of the Dao Ancestor, the Witch Clan would have long since completely wiped out the Demon Clan.

Zhujiuyin spoke passionately:

"Now that the Witch Clan has condensed their Primordial Spirits, we will surely be able to recreate the glory of Father God Pangu."

"Today, we shall offer sacrifices to Father God with the Demon Clan!"

Zhurong excitedly chimed in, "Exactly! Why should we heed the Ancestor Dao's decree? Brother, let's march!"

Dijiang raised his arms and shouted, "Witch Clan warriors, follow me to battle! We will crush the Heavenly Court and exterminate the Demon Clan!"

Billions of Witch Clan members roared in unison, "Crush the Heavenly Court! Exterminate the Demon Clan!"

The Witch Clan army set off, shaking heaven and earth.

All beings in the Primordial World were shocked, wondering why the overlords of heaven and earth were raising an army.

Inside the Demon Race Heavenly Court, an urgent report arrived: "Your Majesty, the Witch Clan has attacked with their entire tribe and is approaching the Heavenly Court."

The Demon Emperor Dijun was enraged beyond measure, "You barbarian witches, do you truly believe my Demon Clan fears battle!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi requested to fight, "Brother, I volunteer to lead the army to battle. We will surely exterminate these barbarian witches!"

Dijun resolutely agreed, "Good! All soldiers of the Demon Clan will attack and annihilate the barbarian witches!"

Instantly, the Heavenly Court trembled, and billions of demons surged to meet the enemy.

The Great Powers of the Primordial World were all horrified by the spectacle.

The two armies clashed fiercely, and the battle commenced.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches faced Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, and ten Great Demon Gods.

Qiongqi unleashed its Quasi-Saint power, and with a burst of divine ability, heavily injured a Great Witch.

Zhurong's fury erupted, his late-stage Quasi-Saint aura sweeping across the firmament.

Flames burned the sky, distorting the void and shattering laws.

"Vermin, die!"

With a burst of divine ability, Qiongqi's physical body was instantly annihilated, leaving only its Primordial Spirit to flee in panic.

"Your Majesty, save me!"

Dijun, seeing this, was enraged, "Barbarian Zhurong, take your life!"

The Hetu Luoshu emerged in response, carrying world-ending might and striking directly at Zhurong.

Ancestor Witch Dijiang intercepted, "Shameless Dijun, how dare you launch a sneak attack!"

Zhurong unleashed his Quasi-Saint level power and counterattacked.

Instantly, the three peak powerhouses displayed their divine abilities, their magic treasures clashing.

Mountains and rivers cracked, space-time warped, and the order of heaven and earth collapsed.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, sensing his brother was in danger, immediately unleashed his divine ability and rushed over.

"Barbarian witches, take your lives!"

Seeing this, the other Ancestor Witches joined the fray one after another.

In an instant, a majestic aura swept across heaven and earth, shattering galaxies and shaking space-time.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths all trembled.

At this moment, the fierce battle between the Witch and Demon clans had reached its climax.

Blood flowed across the vast land, and malevolent energy permeated the surroundings.

Billions of living beings were affected, instantly turning to dust.

The Shanghe Plains were littered with corpses, with dismembered limbs everywhere.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi witnessed this scene and could not help but sigh with regret.

The conflict between the two clans truly devastated living beings and shook the foundations of the Primordial World!

Even Ming He of the Sea of Blood, who cultivated through killing, was moved by the brutal battle.

Such a catastrophe was truly a calamity for the Primordial World!

In the immortal realm of Western Kunlun, the Queen Mother of the West gazed at the battlefield, her heart filled with sorrow.

If this battle were to continue, it would surely bring about the utter destruction of all life in the Primordial World!

Just as the Great Powers of the Primordial World were lamenting the suffering of all beings.

Dijiang suddenly roared:

"Twelve Ancestor Witches, return to your positions and activate the Du Tian Divine Fiend!"

Twelve Du Tian Divine Fiend banners rose in response, forming a supreme great formation.

The Du Tian Twelve Divine Fiend Great Formation!

"We respectfully invite the Father God's Incarnation!"

Following the roars of the Twelve Ancestor Witches that shook the universe.

The Primordial World trembled violently, and the galaxy shattered inch by inch.

A majestic figure, as if spanning eons, appeared in the world.

It drew upon the immense power of all the heavens and myriad realms.

This was precisely the Great God Pangu's Incarnation!

Upon seeing this, Di Jun was enraged and let out a furious roar:

"Myriad Demons, return to your positions and deploy the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation!"

Instantly, mountains and rivers shook, and heaven and earth shattered.

Cracks spread throughout the void.

Endless starlight cascaded down from the Zhou Tian.

Containing the power to destroy heaven and earth.

The two unparalleled great formations collided with a roar.

The Primordial World trembled at this clash.

The universe surged!!!

"Myriad demons!"

"Hear my command!"

"Activate the Killing Formation!"

Di Jun let out an impassioned roar.

In an instant, The Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation erupted with starlight.