Chen Tian Refines Pangu's Essence Blood

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.

After obtaining six Innate gourds, Chen Tian returned to the blood pool.

"Submit the mission for me." Chen Tian took out the six precious gourds and communicated with the System mentally.

A flash of white light ensued, and the six precious gourds, all of which were high-grade Innate spirit treasures, silently disappeared within Pangu Hall.

"Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the mission."

"Reward obtained: Chaos Bead Fragment. Collect four fragments to obtain the complete Chaos Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bead."

Chen Tian rejoiced upon reading this.

The Chaos Bead, this was Pangu's companion treasure.

In many novels he had read, it symbolized the Great Dao's escape, the One.

As the saying goes.

"Transmigrators come and go, but the Chaos Bead remains."

It contained a complete Chaos world. As long as it was fully refined, one could achieve the Hun Yuan Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

But what was this fragment?

Chen Tian took out the Chaos Bead Fragment from the System space and scanned it with his divine sense, but found nothing unusual.

Hmm...

Why does this look like a marble fragment?

Even if a Chaos Supreme Treasure shattered and entered the Great Desolation, it would at least be an Innate Supreme Treasure!

"The host can collect fragments by completing the missions I issue," the System's voice suddenly sounded.

His System's functions were very simple: it issued missions for him to complete.

In many Great Desolation novels he had read, quite a few Systems were like this.

Chen Tian looked at the useless marble fragment in his hand and finally understood.

His System was here to scam him.

The other party's purpose in bringing him to the Great Desolation was indeed impure.

"System, is this the only reward you're giving me?"

"You don't want your presence in the Great Desolation to be known by the Heavenly Dao, do you?" Chen Tian smiled knowingly.

Mission System: ...

"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained a drop of Pangu's essence blood."

The Mission System's voice carried a sense of resigned helplessness, its mechanical tone revealing a hint of grievance.

A flash of white light.

A drop of dark golden blood, the size of a fist, emitting a terrifying pressure and an endless aura of primordial desolation, hovered before Chen Tian.

Just its existence caused the already dense blood fiend energy within Pangu Hall to boil, as if paying homage to their sovereign.

The blood pool of the Twelve Ancestor Witches churned with colossal waves, emitting booming resonance.

"Father God Pangu's essence blood!"

Chen Tian's pupils contracted, his heart pounded, and his breathing even stopped for a moment.

This was the purest Pangu's essence blood, not the diluted inherited blood of Ancestor Witches like them!

One drop was enough to cause a qualitative leap in his foundation, and it might even awaken deeper Pangu inheritances!

These Systems really did draw Father God Pangu's blood...

Chen Tian took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in his heart.

The System's promptness made him even more vigilant.

But Pangu's essence blood was right before him, with opportunity and risk intertwined, he could not give it up.

Chen Tian's gaze sharpened, and he opened his mouth to inhale.

The drop of dark golden Pangu's essence blood transformed into a stream of light and entered his mouth.

Boom--

It was as if a chaotic star had exploded within his body!

An unimaginably vast power, mixed with the will to split the heavens and earth, fragments of the Great Dao of Strength, and the supreme majesty originating from the Chaos Demon Gods, instantly overwhelmed all of Chen Tian's defenses and reason.

Outside Pangu Hall.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches were simultaneously awakened from their slumber or cultivation, looking towards the blood pool in horror.

"This aura... is Father God!?" Dijiang suddenly stood up, space distorting slightly around him.

"No, it's Chen Tian! He's absorbing Father God's origin essence blood!" Zhu Jiuyin exclaimed, a phantom image of the river of time flashing in his eyes.

"Good lad! What an incredible opportunity!" Zhu Rong exclaimed, both surprised and delighted, flames blazing around him.

"Can he handle it? Father God's essence blood is incredibly potent. We each refined it separately back then..." Houtu's beautiful eyes were filled with worry.

Xuanming's body was enveloped in a chilling aura. "Trust our thirteenth brother."

The Twelve Ancestor Witches tacitly spread out, surrounding Pangu Hall. Their killing intent soared to the heavens as they guarded Chen Tian.

An unknown amount of time passed.

Chen Tian's consciousness gradually returned, and he found the Twelve Ancestor Witches looking at him with worried expressions.

"Good kid, I didn't expect you to actually absorb Father God's original essence blood," Dijiang said, clapping Chen Tian on the back.

"Thirteenth brother, what law did this drop of essence blood contain?" Gonggong asked Chen Tian.

They, the Twelve Ancestor Witches, were born with the power of laws left by Father God Pangu. As long as they cultivated step by step, they could break through to the Hun Yuan Golden Immortal realm. As for Chen Tian, the thirteenth Ancestor Witch, the remaining Pangu's essence blood was not enough to store a complete law. Even after the Twelve Ancestor Witches provided their own Ancestor Witch essence blood to help Chen Tian complete his Innate foundation, he could only rely on his System to cultivate laws.

"Father God's Law of Strength!"

Chen Tian felt the majestic power of law within his body, and his smile widened. After refining this drop of essence blood, his strength had already reached the mid-stage of Hun Yuan Golden Immortal. In the entire Great Desolation, perhaps no one could be his opponent now, except for Hongjun.

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 Calamity arrived, with him as the formation core of the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation, the summoned true form of Pangu would possess more than just the power of a Saint's single strike. Even if a Saint were to intervene then, he was confident he could kill them. In the end, this Great Desolation would be ruled by his Witch Clan. If Hongjun remained stubborn and insisted on being a puppet of the Heavenly Dao, then he wouldn't be blamed for being ruthless.

"Brother, Sister, we will not be attending the second lecture," Chen Tian said seriously.

"Not going?" The eyes of the Twelve Ancestor Witches showed confusion. Although they couldn't understand anything Hongjun said during his lectures, Chen Tian, who cultivated both his primordial spirit and body, could understand! Although they didn't particularly like Hongjun, they had to admit that Hongjun was indeed powerful.

"If you don't go listen to that old man lecture, will your primordial spirit cultivation be alright?" Zhu Rong asked.

Chen Tian smiled and shook his head. "It's fine. For the time being, let's focus all our efforts on practicing the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation left by Father God."

"If that's the case, then we'll follow thirteenth brother's arrangements. He is the smartest among us Ancestor Witches, so listening to him is definitely the right choice," Dijiang said.

"I agree as well."

"Then it's settled."

Chen Tian looked at the Twelve Ancestor Witches and clenched his fists. With him, Chen Tian, around, any grand Heavenly Dao trends or Saintly schemes would be cast aside. This Great Desolation would belong only to their Witch Clan! The Witch-Demon Calamity? Once they successfully mastered the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation, would they still fear Hongjun!