After the Twelve Ancestor Witches refined the Heavenly Mystery Bead, Xuanyuan began distributing spiritual treasures, choosing one for each of them based on their individual strengths.
Dijiang received the Space Spear, a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure refined from a section of Hollow Willow branch. It possessed innate spatial abilities that, combined with Dijiang's Space Law, made it immensely powerful.
Zhujiuyin received the Time Wheel. It, too, was a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, and had once been the companion treasure of Shichen, the Time Demon God, one of the three thousand Chaos Demons. It had originally been a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, but was shattered in battle with Great God Pangu and downgraded to a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. In practice, its power rivaled that of a Supreme Grade Innate Supreme Treasure.
Next came the Five Elements Spirit Pearls. Each pearl was a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure in its own right, and together they could form a Five Elements Formation, rivaling a Supreme Grade Innate Supreme Treasure. They went to Gonggong, the Ancestor Witch of Water; Zhurong, the Ancestor Witch of Fire; Rushou, the Ancestor Witch of Metal; Goumang, the Ancestor Witch of Wood; and Houtu, the Ancestor Witch of Earth.
Xuanming, the Ancestor Witch of Rain, received twenty-four Sea-Calming Divine Pearls. Yanzi, the Ancestor Witch of Lightning, received the damaged Wanjun Sword. Qiangliang, the Ancestor Witch of Thunder, received the Thunderbolt Sword. Tianwu, the Ancestor Witch of Wind, received the Wind-Fanning Banana Fan. Shebishi, the Ancestor Witch of Poison, received the Poison Spirit Pearl.
Every single one was a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.
After a million years of signing in, Xuanyuan had amassed an enormous number of spiritual treasures.
Before, Dijiang and the others had lacked Nascent Souls and were too weak to use spiritual treasures.
No matter how many treasures they had, they could only leave them gathering dust in the Chaos Bead.
After all, how many spiritual treasures could Xuanyuan alone use?
As soon as they received their treasures, the Twelve Ancestor Witches refined them and gave them a quick try. Each of them beamed with delight.
Their bodies were powerful, but even they felt pain when struck by a powerful spiritual treasure.
With these treasures, they could attack from a distance instead of risking themselves in close combat.
And so began the age when every Ancestor Witch possessed a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.
"Come on, let's go to Zixiao Palace!"
Dijiang waved his hand, brimming with confidence.
Xuanyuan followed the Twelve Ancestor Witches toward Zixiao Palace. At the same time, powerful figures throughout the Primordial World set out as well.
On Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing became three streaks of light and sped toward the Outer Heavens.
At Buzhou Mountain, Nuwa and Fuxi walked out of Phoenix Nest Palace.
Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi flew out from the Sun Star.
In the far north, Kunpeng spread his wings. A single beat carried him fifty-four thousand li.
The path of cultivation in the Primordial World had now been cut off.
As the only Heavenly Dao Saint, Hongjun was about to expound the Dao. Countless beings of the Primordial World were bound to flock to hear him.
For a time, the Primordial World was swept by upheaval!
When Xuanyuan and the others reached the edge of the Outer Heavens, countless beings had already gathered there.
They pointed toward the Outer Heavens and talked among themselves, but not one dared to enter.
Beyond lay the Chaos Void, where Chaos Gales blew year-round, capable of stripping away flesh and devouring Nascent Souls.
Only Daluo Golden Immortals could enter!
"Come on, let's go!"
Dijiang had no interest in the assembled beings and headed straight for the Chaos Void.
The Chaos Void, which barred countless others like an impassable chasm, was nothing to them.
"No rush. Let's watch for a while."
Xuanyuan stopped Dijiang and looked around, taking in the scene with a sound of wonder.
More than a hundred thousand beings had gathered, and their numbers continued to grow.
Every one of them was at least a Golden Immortal.
Those below the Golden Immortal realm weren't even qualified to set foot in the Outer Heavens.
"Fine, let's watch a little longer!"
Since Xuanyuan was interested, Dijiang and the others didn't mind waiting.
They simply sat down on the ground and lit up Huazi.
Houtu and Xuanming took out some spirit fruits.
The two blockheads, Zhurong and Gonggong, even opened a bottle of Maozi and began drinking on their own.
They were perfectly at ease.
It was a stark contrast to the beings anxiously racking their brains for a way to cross the Chaos Void and reach Zixiao Palace.
Their unusual behavior soon drew ridicule and scorn from all around.
"Are these barbarians here for a laugh?"
"They went to all that trouble to get here, but instead of figuring out how to cross the Chaos Void and enter Zixiao Palace to hear the Dao, they're just sitting around enjoying themselves."
"They must know their own limits. They can't cross the Chaos Void, so they've given up!"
Under Xuanyuan's influence, the Twelve Ancestor Witches kept a low profile and rarely ventured across the Primordial World.
There were plenty who didn't recognize them.
Those who didn't know the Twelve Ancestor Witches sneered at them. Those who did looked pityingly at the mockers and hurriedly backed away.
Those were the Ancestor Witches of the Witch Clan, overlords of the Primordial World.
They didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.
The jeers reached Xuanyuan and the others. Zhurong, whose temper flared easily, immediately protested. "We're just smoking our own Huazi and drinking our own Maozi. What's it to them?"
"Jealousy. Plain, simple jealousy." Gonggong sprang to his feet. "We can't let this slide. Those snobs need to be taught a lesson."
Xuanyuan nodded and cautioned him, "Be careful."
Gonggong scoffed, unconcerned. "They're a bunch of trash. They can't hurt us."
Dijiang shook his head and said impatiently, "Xuanyuan's telling you to watch your strength and go easy on them. They may have foul mouths, but they don't deserve to die."
Gonggong scratched his head and gave an awkward grin. "Got it."
He considered how to deal with them: he wanted to teach the mockers a lesson and vent his anger, but without killing anyone.
In the end, he put away his spiritual treasure and Law, held back most of his physical strength, and charged straight into the crowd.
Crack!
Pfft!
Gonggong was like a humanoid beast. Everyone he crashed into went flying, and who knew how many bones they broke.
They lay on the ground, groaning and unable to get up.
Xuanyuan watched in wonder. As expected of the being who would one day charge into Buzhou Mountain—his body was truly powerful.
Zhurong followed his example, charging back and forth through the crowd with his towering frame.
Fear and shock!
In an instant, everyone was cowed.
Only then did those who hadn't recognized the Ancestor Witches realize how powerful the "barbarians" were.
Not another person dared utter a word. They fled from Gonggong and Zhurong as fast as they could.
"Now that was satisfying!"
Zhurong roared with laughter and opened a bottle of Maozi. He tossed it to Gonggong. "For once, I actually like you!"
Gonggong took a long swig and laughed. "You're not bad yourself!"
The two exchanged a smile, putting their past grievances behind them.
Just then, a clear chant rang out.
"Pangu created Heaven and Earth; One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones!"
Three streaks of light tore through the sky and arrived in an instant.
Only then did everyone see that three Daoists—an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man—had arrived together.
The old man smiled warmly and bowed to everyone. "Sanqing greets you, fellow Daoists!"
The middle-aged man wore a purple Daoist robe. He gave a disdainful snort, his face full of arrogance. His offhand remark about "those with fur, horns, feathers, scales, and those born from eggs or the damp" offended countless beings.
With Gonggong and Zhurong there, though, no one dared say much.
The young man said nothing. His gaze was sharp, his posture straight, and he looked like a drawn sword, keen and gleaming.
They were the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain.
"Are they the Three Pure Ones formed from Father God's Nascent Soul?"
The Ancestor Witches gazed at Sanqing, their brows furrowed and their expressions varied.
"Peak Taiyi Golden Immortals. Nothing special."
"Not bad. They're among the top cultivators in the Primordial World, so at least they haven't disgraced Father God."
It wasn't exactly mockery, but they thought little of Sanqing. He still wasn't strong enough to earn their respect.
They were merely curious. After all, they had all been formed from Pangu Father God, and felt some kinship with one another.
Sanqing's arrival seemed to set off a chain reaction. From that moment on, one top-tier powerhouse after another arrived.
Nuwa, Fuxi, Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, Ancestor Minghe...
They were all peak Taiyi Golden Immortals, blessed with immense destiny and backed by powerful spiritual treasures.
Each was a peerless talent, destined to become a leading figure in the future of the Primordial World.
The beings who had gathered earlier made way, leaving the central area open.
"Nothing special."
Dijiang glanced around and sent Xuanyuan a voice transmission, his tone full of disdain.
"They were simply born at the wrong time," Xuanyuan replied fairly.
Dijiang considered it and agreed. It wasn't that these people lacked ability or could only cultivate to the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.
Rather, after the Dao-Devil War, the powerful had been wiped out, their inheritances lost, and their path forward cut off.
Without the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Origin Technique and countless top-grade cultivation resources Xuanyuan had provided, the Twelve Ancestor Witches would probably be just like these people now—stuck at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, with no clear path ahead.
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