The Chaos Void, Great Figures Gather!

After the Twelve Ancestor Witches refined the Heavenly Mystery Bead, Xuanyuan began distributing spiritual treasures based on each individual's characteristics.

Dijiang received the Space Spear, a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, refined from a hollowed willow branch. It possessed innate spatial abilities that, when combined with Dijiang's Space Law, made its power boundless.

Zhujiuyin received the Time Wheel, also a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. It was the companion treasure of Shichen, the Time Demon God among the Chaos's three thousand demons. Originally a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, it was shattered during a battle with Great God Pangu, downgrading it to a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. Its actual effect was comparable to a Supreme Grade Innate Supreme Treasure.

Next were the Five Elements Spirit Pearls. Each individual pearl was a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, and when combined, they could form the Five Elements Great Array, comparable to a Supreme Grade Innate Supreme Treasure. These were given to Gonggong, the Water Ancestor Witch; Zhurong, the Fire Ancestor Witch; Rushou, the Metal Ancestor Witch; Goumang, the Wood Ancestor Witch; and Houtu, the Earth Ancestor Witch.

Xuanming, the Rain Ancestor Witch, received twenty-four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls. Yanzi, the Lightning Ancestor Witch, received a damaged Wanjun Sword. Qiangliang, the Thunder Ancestor Witch, received the Thunderbolt Sword. Tianwu, the Wind Ancestor Witch, received the Wind-Fanning Banana Fan. Shebishi, the Poison Ancestor Witch, received the Poison Spirit Pearl.

All of them were Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Having signed in for a million years, Xuanyuan had obtained an immense number of spiritual treasures.

Previously, Dijiang and the others had incomplete and weak primordial spirits, rendering them unable to use spiritual treasures.

Any more spiritual treasures would only be thrown into the Chaos Bead to gather dust.

After all, how many spiritual treasures could Xuanyuan himself use?

Upon receiving the spiritual treasures, the Twelve Ancestor Witches immediately refined them. After a brief test, they were all beaming with joy.

Their physical bodies were strong, and they would still feel pain from powerful spiritual treasure attacks.

With these spiritual treasures, they could engage in ranged combat and no longer had to risk close-quarters combat.

Thus, the Ancestor Witches entered an era where everyone possessed a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

"Let's go, to Zixiao Palace!"

Dijiang waved his hand grandly, filled with confidence.

Xuanyuan followed the Twelve Ancestor Witches to Zixiao Palace. At the same time, powerful beings across the Primordial World began to move.

On Kunlun Mountain, the Sanqing transformed into three streams of light, speeding towards the Outer Heavens.

At Buzhou Mountain, Nuwa and Fuxi emerged from Phoenix Nest Palace.

Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi flew out from the Sun Star.

In the far north, Kunpeng flapped his wings, each beat covering fifty-four thousand miles.

Currently, the path of cultivation in the Primordial World was blocked.

Hongjun, as the sole Saint of the Heavenly Dao, was about to hold a sermon, which was bound to attract countless beings from the Primordial World.

In an instant, the Primordial World was in turmoil!

By the time Xuanyuan and the others reached the edge of the Outer Heavens, countless beings had already gathered there.

They pointed towards the Outer Heavens, but none dared to enter.

Further ahead lay the Chaos Void, where Chaos Gales constantly raged, capable of damaging physical bodies and eroding primordial spirits.

Only Daluo Golden Immortals could enter!

"Let's go, we're going over!"

Dijiang was uninterested in these beings and headed straight for the Chaos Void.

To them, the Chaos Void, which acted as a natural barrier for countless beings, was nothing.

"No rush, let's watch a bit longer!"

Xuanyuan stopped Dijiang and surveyed the surroundings, marveling at the sight.

The gathered beings already exceeded one hundred thousand, and their numbers continued to increase as time passed.

The lowest cultivation level among these beings was Golden Immortal.

Below Golden Immortal, they didn't even have the qualification to set foot in the Outer Heavens.

"Then let's watch a bit longer!"

Since Xuanyuan was interested, Dijiang and the others were not in a hurry.

They simply sat down on the ground and lit up some Huazi.

Houtu and Xuanming, the two women, took out some spiritual fruits.

Zhurong and Gonggong, the two simpletons, even opened some Maozi and started drinking on their own.

They were leisurely and content.

This formed a stark contrast with the anxious beings desperately trying to figure out how to cross the Chaos Void and reach Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon.

This uniquely unconventional scene soon drew numerous jeers and criticisms.

"Are these barbarians here to make a joke?"

"They finally made it here, and instead of thinking about how to cross the Chaos Void to enter Zixiao Palace for the sermon, they're just enjoying themselves."

"They must have some self-awareness, knowing they don't have the ability to cross the Chaos Void, so they've given up!"

Under Xuanyuan's influence, the Twelve Ancestor Witches had maintained a low profile, rarely venturing out on the Primordial World.

Many people did not recognize them.

Those who didn't recognize the Twelve Ancestor Witches sneered dismissively. Those who did recognize them looked at those people with pity and quickly retreated.

Those were Ancestor Witches of the Witch Clan, beings akin to overlords of the Primordial World.

They didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.

The jeers reached Xuanyuan and his companions. The hot-tempered Zhurong was immediately incensed, "We're smoking our own Huazi and drinking our own Maozi, what business is it of theirs?"

"Jealousy, pure and simple jealousy," Gonggong stood up abruptly. "We can't stand it. Those dog-eyed, condescending people need a good lesson."

Xuanyuan nodded and cautioned, "Be careful!"

Gonggong scoffed dismissively, "A bunch of trash, they can't hurt us!"

Dijiang shook his head and said exasperatedly, "Brother Xuanyuan means for you to be mindful of your actions and go easy on them. While these people are foul-mouthed, they don't deserve death!"

Gonggong scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, "Got it!"

He pondered how to act, wanting to teach the people who mocked them a profound lesson, vent his anger, but also achieve the goal of not killing anyone.

In the end, he simply put away his spiritual treasures and laws, restrained most of his physical strength, and charged directly at those people.

Crack!

Squelch!

Gonggong was like a humanoid ferocious beast. Anyone he collided with was sent flying, their bones undoubtedly broken in multiple places.

They lay on the ground, groaning and unable to get up.

Xuanyuan watched with amazement, truly worthy of the being who once rammed Buzhou Mountain; his physique was incredibly powerful.

Zhurong followed suit, his tall frame charging back and forth through the crowd.

Fear, shock!

Instantly, everyone was subdued.

Those who didn't recognize the Ancestor Witches finally realized how strong these brutes were.

Not a single person dared to say another word, and they all fled as if from a plague, distancing themselves from Gonggong and Zhurong.

"Refreshing!"

Zhurong laughed heartily, opened a bottle of Maozi, and tossed it to Gonggong. "This is the first time I've found you agreeable, kid!"

Gonggong took a big gulp and roared with laughter, "You're not bad either!"

They looked at each other and smiled, their past grievances dissolved.

Just then, a desperate cry echoed.

"Pangu opened the heavens, one breath transformed into Sanqing!"

Three streams of light sliced through the void, arriving in an instant.

Only then did the crowd see clearly that it was three Daoists, an elder, a middle-aged man, and a youth, arriving together.

The elder, his face full of smiles, clasped his hands in greeting. "Sanqing greets all fellow Daoists!"

The middle-aged man, clad in a purple Daoist robe, let out a soft snort, his face filled with arrogance. With a casual remark like 'beings born from fur, scales, eggs, and moisture,' he offended countless living beings.

With Gonggong and Zhurong, the two simpletons, leading the way, no one said much.

The youth remained silent, his eyes sharp, his posture upright like a keen sword drawn from its scabbard.

These were the Sanqing from Kunlun Mountain.

"Are these the Sanqing born from Father God's primordial spirit?"

The Ancestor Witches frowned, gazing at the Sanqing with varied expressions.

"Taiyi Golden Immortal Great Perfection, just so-so!"

"Not bad, considered top-tier cultivation in the Primordial World, didn't disgrace Father God!"

It wasn't mockery, but it was merely average, not enough to warrant the Ancestor Witches' serious attention.

They were merely somewhat curious; after all, they were all transformed from Pangu Father God, so there was some degree of camaraderie.

The arrival of Sanqing seemed to trigger a chain reaction. From this moment on, truly top-tier powerhouses began to arrive one after another.

Nuwa, Fuxi, Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Nether Patriarch...

All of them were at the Taiyi Golden Immortal Great Perfection cultivation level, possessed great destiny, and were armed with powerful spiritual treasures.

Each of them was an exceptionally talented individual, destined to become the future protagonists of the Primordial World.

The crowd that had gathered earlier retreated, yielding the central area.

"Nothing special!"

Dijiang swept his gaze across them and transmitted his thoughts to Xuanyuan, filled with disdain.

"Just born at the wrong time!"

Xuanyuan gave a fair assessment.

Dijiang thought about it and agreed. It wasn't that these individuals lacked ability, only that they could cultivate to Taiyi Golden Immortal Great Perfection.

It was after the Dao-Demon Conflict that the strong perished in great numbers, their legacies lost, and their paths severed.

Without the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique provided by Xuanyuan and countless top-tier cultivation resources, the Twelve Ancestor Witches would likely be like these individuals now, stuck at Taiyi Golden Immortal Great Perfection with an uncertain future.