Exiting Seclusion, All Daluo Golden Immortals

In the Primordial World, years pass without notice. Nine hundred years have flown by in the blink of an eye.

Only a hundred years remain until Hongjun's sermon.

Xuanyuan's eyes snapped open. He stood up from his lounge chair, stretched his limbs, and looked towards Qianyuan Palace, a smile instantly gracing his face.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches had completely repaired their primordial spirits. They would be emerging from seclusion within these few days.

For these past years, Xuanyuan hadn't gone anywhere. He'd been lying on the lounge chair outside Qianyuan Palace, fast asleep.

Cultivating? Impossible.

I'd never cultivate in this lifetime.

After finally arriving in the Primordial World and obtaining the God-tier Sign-in System, why would I need to strive and compete?

What's the point!

Besides, in the past, with the System, daily sign-ins had rewarded him with enough cultivation to break through to the early stage of Daluo Golden Immortal.

Now, the System's sign-in rules had changed. He hadn't signed in for nine hundred years.

Yet, his cultivation was still soaring.

He had broken through from the early stage of Daluo Golden Immortal to the middle stage.

Though it was only a minor realm advancement, the increase in his strength was as significant as the leap from mortal to Golden Immortal.

The speed was unbelievably fast!

The reason for this was threefold.

Firstly, the meal he had with the Twelve Ancestor Witches nine hundred years ago had benefited him immensely.

Secondly, the Innate Spiritual Qi within Qianyuan Mountain was incredibly dense. Even without deliberate cultivation, Xuanyuan's strength could improve rapidly.

To put it bluntly, in such an environment, even a pig, eating and sleeping all day, doing nothing else, would improve faster than the most talented prodigies cultivating diligently.

Finally, the lounge chair beneath Xuanyuan was no ordinary item.

It was a treasure rewarded by the System when Xuanyuan had signed in for the 200,000th time.

The Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Enlightenment Chair, crafted from a complete Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Root, the Enlightenment Tea Tree.

Lying on it, he was in a state of enlightenment every moment.

It would be a miracle if his cultivation didn't improve quickly.

Host: Xuanyuan
Race: Witch Clan Ancestor Witch
Cultivation: Daluo Golden Immortal Middle Stage
Origin: Innate Demon God
Cultivation Technique: Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique (Fourth Revolution Middle Stage)
Laws: Sword Law (30|100), Time Law (20|100), Pill Law (20|100), Lightning Law (15|100)
Spiritual Treasures: Chaos Spiritual Treasure - Chaos Bead, Supreme Grade Innate Supreme Treasure - Kunwu Sword (Damaged), Supreme Grade Innate Supreme Treasure - Taiji Diagram, Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure - Twelve-grade Pure World White Lotus, Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure - Enlightenment Chair...

A few more days passed, and bursts of rumbling echoed from within Qianyuan Palace.

Xuanyuan's gaze penetrated the tightly shut palace doors. He saw that the Twelve Ancestor Witches had all manifested their true forms, transforming into giants hundreds of feet tall.

Behind each giant stood a phantom, reaching the heavens and the earth, even more colossal than their true forms.

Those phantoms were the primordial spirits of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

If the Ancestor Witches' primordial spirits were less than one percent of their true forms before, they were now even larger than their true forms.

They had been enhanced more than a hundredfold.

"Hahaha!"

Laughter, filled with utter joy and freedom, echoed throughout Qianyuan Palace.

A moment later, Qianyuan Palace opened, and Dijiang and the other Eleven Ancestor Witches emerged one by one.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

Xuanyuan stood outside Qianyuan Palace, scanned them all, and burst into laughter.

Not only had the Twelve Ancestor Witches' primordial spirits recovered, but their strength had also advanced further. They were now all Daluo Golden Immortal level powerhouses.

After a conversation, it was clear that when they achieved Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, they would all have a Nine-Petal Bloom.

Immeasurable potential!

Xuanyuan even began to worry for Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi.

How would they deal with the enhanced Ancestor Witches in the upcoming Witch-Demon Calamity?

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zhurong grabbed Xuanyuan's arm and eagerly exclaimed, "Brother Xuanyuan, quickly bring out a bottle of Maozi to quench our thirst!"

"And Huazi too! It's been nine hundred years, we've been craving this!" Gonggong added.

"Haha..."

After a satisfying meal and drink, Xuanyuan lit a Huazi and chuckled, "There's only a hundred years left until Hongjun's sermon. Let's go back and arrange things for the tribe, then we should get going!"

Dijiang waved his hand, "No need for such trouble. We can just send a telepathic message, it'll be quick!"

Xuanyuan watched as Dijiang and the other Eleven Ancestor Witches sent messages to their great witches, arranging tribal affairs.

He chuckled and shook his head.

He had almost forgotten, the primordial spirits of the Eleven Ancestor Witches were now even stronger than their physical bodies. Sending a telepathic message over a thousand miles was a piece of cake for them.

A moment later, the Ancestor Witches nodded in unison.

Dijiang lit a Huazi, took a deep drag, and exhaled a plume of white mist, saying with high spirits, "Alright, let's head to Zixiao Palace!"

The other Ancestor Witches chimed in, all eager to depart.

Hongjun's sermon at Zixiao Palace would be their first battle to make a name for themselves in the Primordial World.

"Big Brother, wait!"

At such an exciting moment, an untimely voice rang out.

The Eleven Ancestor Witches frowned; it was quite a buzzkill.

Upon realizing it was Xuanyuan speaking, their furrowed brows relaxed.

Dijiang smiled, "Brother Xuanyuan, what is it you need to say?"

Xuanyuan scratched his head awkwardly. It was indeed a buzzkill to bring up other matters at this time.

However, some things had to be said now.

Xuanyuan noticed that after all Eleven Ancestor Witches had advanced to Daluo Golden Immortal, they had become a bit arrogant.

He was genuinely afraid that these simpletons would get into a fight with Hongjun at Zixiao Palace if something didn't go their way.

Besides, some things could only be said here.

After all, Qianyuan Mountain had the Chaos Great Array, which could shield heavenly secrets. Even Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao couldn't detect anything here.

Once they left Qianyuan Mountain, with their current cultivation, Hongjun could see through them with a single thought.

Xuanyuan took out twelve Heavenly Mystery Beads and gave one to each of them.

"These are Heavenly Mystery Beads, Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures. They have only one function: to shield heavenly secrets. With a Heavenly Mystery Bead, even a Saint cannot detect you!"

Dijiang fiddled with the Heavenly Mystery Bead and asked curiously, "Brother Xuanyuan, why are we bringing these?"

Xuanyuan couldn't tell them that after Hongjun's sermon would come the Lich Calamity, and both Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao would plot against the Witch Clan.

He could only explain, "Big Brother, think about it. The Primordial World was created by Pangu Father God. Now that Hongjun has stolen it, will he feel guilty seeing us, the Pangu Orthodox?"

"He definitely will!"

"Exactly. It's one thing if we're weaker and don't pose a threat to him. But if our full strength is revealed, it's obvious even with our eyes closed that Hongjun will target us."

"So what if he targets us? We're not easy to bully either. At worst, we'll fight to the death!"

Dijiang puffed out his chest and roared, showing his determination to confront Hongjun head-on.

"I'm afraid it's not us who will die, but the net might not even break!"

Xuanyuan earnestly advised, "Hongjun is the only Heavenly Dao Saint. He can borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao. As long as the Heavenly Dao exists, Hongjun will not die. With our current strength, to put it bluntly, we're not even enough for Hongjun to crush with a single finger."

"'Everyone below a Saint is an ant' is not just a saying!"

"Furthermore, now is not the time to fall out with Hongjun!"

Xuanyuan explained in detail to the Eleven Ancestor Witches the power of a Saint and the relationship between Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao. He also instilled in them the "dogging" philosophy from later generations: like "hold back and don't be reckless," "develop stealthily," and even if there's a 99.9% chance, never take risks...

The core message was simple: go to Zixiao Palace, you can provoke anyone, just do it.

But you absolutely cannot provoke Hongjun openly.

It wasn't that Xuanyuan was a coward; he just knew they had no chance of winning against Hongjun right now.

The Eleven Ancestor Witches were all straightforward and stubborn. As the Pangu Orthodox, the great Witch Clan was almost wiped out in the end. How tragic!

Since he had transmigrated into the Witch Clan, he naturally didn't want the Witch Clan to suffer the same fate.

Although Dijiang looked displeased, he was eventually persuaded by Xuanyuan and nodded, "Alright, we'll listen to Brother Xuanyuan!"