Over the next ten thousand years, experts at the Da Luo Golden Immortal realm sprang up like mushrooms after rain.
There were Nuwa and her brother Fuxi on Mount Buzhou; Jieyin and Zhunti in the Western Lands; Zhen Yuanzi on Mount Longevity; Hong Yun in Fire Cloud Cave; Dijun and Taiyi on Sun Star; Kunpeng in the Northern Abyss; and Styx in the Blood Sea. All were Da Luo Golden Immortals.
Even the Witch Race emerged to wage war beneath the heavens, and the fame of the Twelve Ancestral Witches spread throughout Hong Huang.
The Three Pure Ones, too, made their names known across Hong Huang after ten thousand years of wandering.
During those years, the Three Pure Ones set out from the East Sea. They traveled through the eastern mountains, the devastated lands left by the war in the Western Lands, the volcanic forests of the Southern Lands, and the eye of the Nether Sea in the Northern Lands. They also visited Buzhou Divine Mountain. They crossed great rivers, sought out immortal mountains, explored relics of Desolate Antiquity, and reached the Extinction Ruins.
They had wandered, fought, gained insight, and reaped rewards!
They found a great many spiritual roots, all of the highest grade. Anything less, they left behind.
They also came upon several Innate Spiritual Treasures. Some they wrested from others; others they picked up in deadly places.
On Purple Thorn Island, a phoenix stared into the distance with troubled eyes.
Ancestral Phoenix had never imagined that, after being reduced to a wisp of a remnant soul, she would wake on an unfamiliar island, whole and unharmed.
And that strange woman had forced her to stay when she tried to leave. She had taken more than a few beatings for it.
Worse, though they seemed to be