Education of Love

Xuanxiao was still completely unaware that his little episode of "being abused" had caused the entire Primordial World to erupt into a frenzy.

Still shaken, he gazed into the void and let out a long breath.

"Phew. We agreed back then that the Great Dao would retreat into seclusion and stop interfering too much in the affairs of the Primordial Wilderness. How is it that it's already shown itself several times after such a short while? How am I supposed to wander around the Primordial Wilderness now?"

Xuanxiao looked around and observed his surroundings for quite some time, but he found no valuable clues. He could only shake his head.

"It seems the Thirty-three Heavens from my memories haven't been born yet. I wonder whether these Thirty-three Heavens will be nurtured by the Heavenly Dao, or whether they will truly evolve from the original Three Heavens as the legends say."

At this thought, a trace of regret appeared on Xuanxiao's face. He gently shook his head.

Deep in Xuanxiao's memories, the summit of Buzhou Mountain had originally towered with the Thirty-three Heavens. Each heaven was vast and boundless, its scale comparable to that of an independent great world—mysterious and magnificent.

Yet now, the summit of Buzhou Mountain before him was completely empty. There was nothing at all.

Still, Xuanxiao did not take the matter too seriously.

To him, it was merely a way to satisfy his curiosity. He had never taken it to heart.

"Since I can't find the Thirty-three Heavens, I might as well go see those several 'not-too-bright' nephews and nieces of mine."

Since he had failed to find the Thirty-three Heavens, Xuanxiao stopped dwelling on it.

"I finally found it! If I weren't close to my big brother and thus unaffected by his aura, I'm afraid that even if I had broken through to the Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, I still wouldn't have been able to find this place." Xuanxiao gazed at the ancient and solemn great hall before him, filled with emotion.

This great hall was naturally Pangu Hall.

And within Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were being nurtured. They were the "brainless, brute-force-only" nephews and nieces Xuanxiao had mentioned.

In truth, Xuanxiao understood that the Twelve Ancestral Witches could not be entirely blamed for developing their current personalities.

They had been deeply eroded by Turbid Qi and Savage Qi. They were born with their souls and bodies fused as one, leaving them without primordial spirits and unable to perceive the secrets of heaven.

Because of this, they acted recklessly, never willing to use their brains to think things through. They worshiped force above all else—if someone refused to submit, they simply fought.

However, in Xuanxiao's view, although the Ancestral Witches' personalities were related to their bodies and souls being fused as one, they had probably also been influenced by Pangu.

Pangu possessed extraordinary strength and had enough confidence to disdain schemes. As for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they had merely imitated him without possessing Pangu's strength. At their core, they were simply brainless.

Xuanxiao had come to Buzhou Mountain this time mainly for these twelve troublesome nephews and nieces.

He did not want to see them act recklessly in the future, knock down Buzhou Mountain, and ultimately suffer catastrophic casualties, leaving only Houtu alive—trapped in the Netherworld Underworld and effectively imprisoned.

Relying on his relationship with Pangu, Xuanxiao pushed open the doors of Pangu Hall without the slightest effort.

Upon entering the hall, Xuanxiao immediately saw the Blood Pool in its center. Above the Blood Pool floated a phantom of Pangu's Heart.

After sensing Xuanxiao's arrival, the heartbeat of that heart grew even stronger, as if greeting him.

Surrounding that heart were twelve enormous eggs, each resembling a Womb of the Great Dao.

At this moment, these enormous eggs were not only greedily absorbing the energy within the Blood Pool, but also continuously drawing in the Turbid Qi and Savage Qi surging up from underground.

"Good grief, are these fellows complete idiots?" Xuanxiao stared at the twelve enormous eggs with a speechless expression.

In his memories, all sorts of explanations had circulated for why the Twelve Ancestral Witches absorbed Turbid Qi and Savage Qi, including no shortage of conspiracy theories.

In the past, Xuanxiao had found it baffling. His big brother Pangu was still perfectly fine, so why would anyone scheme against his bloodline?

But now that he had witnessed it with his own eyes, Xuanxiao suddenly understood. It turned out that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had not been schemed against at all. They were simply gluttons.

The Turbid Qi and Savage Qi here had all been actively drawn over by the twelve enormous eggs, which then "ate" them.

As for Houtu, the reason she retained a trace of her primordial spirit after emerging into the world was not that she was smarter than the other eleven Ancestral Witches. Rather, she was the weakest among the Twelve Ancestral Witches and could not compete with her older brothers and sisters. By sheer coincidence, she had managed to retain a sliver of her primordial spirit.

Xuanxiao had never imagined that they would push themselves onto such a dangerous path for such a comical reason.

"I say, you twelve gluttons—can't you at least tell what can be eaten and what can't? You're eating everything without restraint. In my opinion, you might as well stop calling yourselves the Twelve Ancestral Witches and change your name to the Twelve Ancestral Pigs." Xuanxiao stared at the twelve enormous eggs and shook his head helplessly.

At this point, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had yet to develop intelligence, so naturally they could not refute Xuanxiao's teasing.

Even so, Xuanxiao could faintly sense a trace of displeasure coming from within the enormous eggs.

"Hey, don't test my temper! I'm your Second Uncle. How dare you be dissatisfied just because I said a few words to you? Today, I'll have to teach you a proper lesson!"

Sensing the displeasure coming from the eggs, Xuanxiao could no longer hold himself back. Upholding his peculiar belief that "the sooner you beat your nephews, the better," he actually began kicking the twelve enormous eggs around like balls.

It was just that he seemed to have carried out this principle a little too early. After all, what normal person would kick his nephews around like balls while they were still embryos?

After tossing them around for quite some time, Xuanxiao finally stopped. Panting heavily, he said, "I'm exhausted. I didn't expect you little fellows to be so sturdy." As he spoke, he contentedly patted one of the enormous eggs beside him.

When that enormous egg felt Xuanxiao's hand, its entire body suddenly trembled. The other enormous eggs displayed similar reactions one after another.

Clearly, Xuanxiao's actions had left them with an extremely deep "psychological scar."

However, after Xuanxiao's little bout of roughhousing, all the Turbid Qi and Savage Qi clinging to the enormous eggs had vanished.

Clearly, while kicking them, Xuanxiao had also helped them resolve this trouble.

"All right, your Second Uncle is leaving now. Remember this in the future: don't stuff just anything into your mouths, especially Turbid Qi and Savage Qi. If you eat something that upsets your stomach, just wait and see how I deal with you!" Xuanxiao pretended to glare fiercely at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, then turned and left Pangu Hall.

Seeing that the "demon" Xuanxiao had finally left, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had yet to develop intelligence, but they could clearly sense their emotions becoming cheerful.

After Xuanxiao left, whenever the Twelve Ancestral Witches sensed Turbid Qi or Savage Qi, they immediately hid far away, afraid of coming into contact with even the slightest bit.

After all, they had no desire to experience their Second Uncle Xuanxiao's "iron-fist education" again.

"I've checked on these twelve nephews, so I can't favor one group over another.

"Although the Three Pure Ones don't seem to have any problems at the moment, I should still go take a look.

"I can't be a biased Second Uncle. Otherwise, once they develop intelligence and learn that I only came to see the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they might start crying to me, and that would be troublesome."

Muttering to himself, Xuanxiao left Buzhou Mountain and flew toward Kunlun Mountain.