Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
After obtaining the six innate gourds, Chen Tian returned to the blood pool.
Submit the quest for me, Chen Tian took out the six precious gourds, communicating with the system in his mind.
Then a white light flashed, and the six gourds, all of which were high-grade innate spiritual treasures, silently vanished within Pangu Hall.
"Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the quest."
"Reward obtained: Chaos Bead Fragment. Gather four fragments to obtain the complete Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bead."
Chen Tian felt a surge of joy upon seeing this.
The Chaos Bead—this was Pangu's companion supreme treasure.
In many novels he had read, it symbolized the One Who Escaped from the Great Dao.
As the saying goes:
Flowing transmigrators, iron-wrought Chaos Bead.
It contained a complete primordial world, and as long as one fully refined it, one could attain the Dao and become a Hun Yuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
Yet what on earth was this fragment?
Chen Tian took the Chaos Bead Fragment out from the system space, his divine sense sweeping over it, yet he discovered nothing extraordinary about it.
Hmm...
Why did this look like a marble fragment?
Even if an Innate Supreme Treasure shattered and entered the Prehistoric World, it should at least be at the level of an Innate Supreme Treasure!
"The host can collect fragments by completing quests issued by me," the system's voice sounded uninvited.
Its system functions were extremely simple, merely issuing quests for him to complete.
In many Prehistoric World novels he had read, quite a few systems operated just like this.
Chen Tian looked at the useless marble fragment in his hand and finally understood.
This system of his was purely here to scam him.
The other party's purpose in bringing him to the Prehistoric World was indeed impure.
"System, is this the only reward you're giving me?"
"You wouldn't want the Heavenly Dao to find out about your coming to the Prehistoric World, right?" Chen Tian smiled knowingly.
Quest system: ...
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a drop of Pangu's essence blood."
The quest system's voice carried a sort of resigned helplessness, its mechanical tone revealing quite a bit of grievance.
A flash of white light.
A fist-sized, dark golden blood pearl emitting terrifying might and endless primeval aura floated before Chen Tian.
Merely existing here caused the already dense blood qi within Pangu Hall to boil, as though paying homage to their sovereign.
The blood pool of the Twelve Ancestor Witches stirred up towering waves, emitting a roaring resonance.
"Father God Pangu's essence blood!"
Chen Tian's pupils constricted, his heart pounding wildly, and even his breathing halted for an instant.
This was the purest Pangu essence blood, not the diluted ancestral blood of these Ancestor Witches!
A single drop was enough to cause a qualitative leap in his foundational origin and perhaps even awaken deeper Pangu inheritance!
This system really had drained Father God Pangu's blood...
Chen Tian took a deep breath, suppressing the churning excitement in his heart.
The system being so cooperative instead made him even more vigilant.
Yet Pangu's essence blood was right before him; opportunity and risk coexisted, and he could not give up.
Chen Tian's gaze settled as he opened his mouth and inhaled.
That drop of dark golden Pangu essence blood turned into a stream of light, sinking into his mouth.
Boom—
It felt as though a chaotic star had exploded within his body!
An unimaginable, majestic force mixed with the will of heaven-opening, fragments of the Law of Strength, and that supreme majesty originating from the Chaos Demon Gods instantly shattered all of Chen Tian's defenses and rationality.
Outside Pangu Hall.
The Twelve Ancestor Witches were simultaneously jolted awake from deep sleep or cultivation, looking toward the direction of the blood pool in shock.
"This aura... is it Father God!?" Dijiang abruptly stood up, space warping slightly around him.
"No, it's Chen Tian! He is absorbing Father God's origin essence blood!" Zhu Jiuyin said in alarm, an illusion of the River of Time flashing in his eyes.
"Good lad! To have such an opportunity!" Zhu Rong was both startled and delighted, raging flames burning around his body.
"Can he hold on? Father God's essence blood is incomparably tyrannical, and back then even we refined it by splitting it..." Houtu's beautiful eyes were filled with worry.
Chilling frost permeated around Xuanming: "Trust Thirteenth Brother."
The Twelve Ancestor Witches tacitly dispersed, heavily surrounding Pangu Hall with soaring baleful qi to guard Chen Tian.
Time passed uncounted.
Chen Tian's consciousness gradually recovered, and he found the Twelve Ancestor Witches looking at him with worry.
"Good lad, I didn't expect you to actually absorb Father God's origin essence blood." Dijiang's large hand patted Chen Tian's back.
"Thirteenth Brother, what kind of law does this drop of essence blood contain?" Gonggong asked Chen Tian.
They, the Twelve Ancestor Witches, were born possessing the power of laws left behind by Father God Pangu.
As long as they cultivated step by step, they would be able to break through to the Hun Yuan Golden Immortal realm.
Yet as the thirteenth Ancestor Witch, Chen Tian lacked sufficient remaining Pangu essence blood to store a complete law.
Even though he later watched the Twelve Ancestor Witches provide Ancestor Witch essence blood to let Chen Tian complete his innate foundation, he could only rely on his own system to cultivate laws.
"Father God's Law of Strength!"
Feeling the majestic power of the law within his body, Chen Tian's smile grew even broader.
Having refined this drop of essence blood, his strength had reached the mid-stage Hun Yuan Golden Immortal realm.
Throughout the entire Prehistoric World, aside from Hongjun, probably no one could be his match now.
There was still some time before the second lecture at Zixiao Palace.
After the second lecture, the Demon Clan would be established.
When the Witch-Demon War arrived then, with him serving as the formation core of the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation, the Pangu true body summoned would possess far more than just the strength of a single saint's strike.
Even if the saints entered the fray by then, he was confident he could slay them.
In the end, this Prehistoric World would have to be dictated by his Witch Clan.
If Hongjun remained obstinate and stubborn, still insisting on acting as a puppet of the Heavenly Dao, then he could not be blamed for being ruthless.
"Elder brothers, elder sisters, we won't go to the second lecture," Chen Tian said earnestly.
"Not going?" Confusion surfaced in the eyes of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
Although they understood nothing of Hongjun's lectures, Chen Tian practiced both primordial spirit and physical body dual cultivation; he could understand!
Though they didn't care much for Hongjun, they had to admit that Hongjun was indeed powerful.
"If you don't go listen to that old man's lecture, will there be any problem with your primordial spirit cultivation?" Zhu Rong asked.
Chen Tian smiled and shook his head. "No problem. For the time being, we will go all out to drill the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation left behind by Father God."
"That being the case, we'll listen to Thirteenth Brother's arrangements. He is the smartest among us Ancestor Witches, and listening to him is definitely right," Dijiang spoke up.
"I agree as well."
"Then it's settled."
Chen Tian looked at the Twelve Ancestor Witches and clenched his fists.
With him, Chen Tian, here, whatever general trends of the Heavenly Dao or saintly arrangements could shove off.
This Prehistoric World could only belong to their Witch Clan!
Witch-Demon Calamity?
Once they successfully mastered the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation, would they still fear this Hongjun!