Laws Observed, Ancestor Witches' Gratitude

Fengqi Mountain, Fuxi and Nuwa's cave dwelling.

This was supposed to be a normal discussion of the Dao, but unexpectedly, as they discussed, the few individuals continuously verified and exchanged with each other. Their comprehension deepened, and the profound Dao rhythm they evolved would have already spread beyond Fengqi Mountain if not for the protective mountain Great Array.

Thus, a large group of low-level cultivators gathered outside Fuxi and Nuwa's cave dwelling. Some had undergone Form Transformation due to the Dao rhythm generated by their discussion, while others were originally transformed beings attracted by the Dao rhythm of this place.

Inside the cave dwelling. Various laws intertwined, forming colorful auspicious clouds that floated among them.

When they awoke, they all looked with some surprise at the law-forming auspicious clouds within the cave dwelling.

"I wonder how this law auspicious cloud should be handled."

Yuanshi asked. When the Three Pure Ones had discussed the Dao before, similar phenomena had occurred, but this was the first time they encountered an image formed by Dao rhythm.

"As I propose, why not move it outside Fengqi Mountain, break it apart, and let it descend upon the Great Desolation land for those with destiny to obtain it."

Fuxi proposed. Such an image condensed from laws, though physical, had no use for them. However, for Innate Beings who weren't even Golden Immortals, it was extremely precious.

"I think it's feasible. Let's set the boundary at a hundred thousand li around Fengqi Mountain and see how the laws perceived by each of us develop after being absorbed by other Innate Beings. After one Aeon, we can all return here to observe the Dao."

Randeng proposed. He had learned this from Hongjun and Luohu. One could impart their Dao methods to other Innate Beings to verify their learning, which was called observing the Dao.

After some thought, everyone felt this was another form of verification for their cultivation and unanimously agreed with Randeng's suggestion.

The few of them joined forces, lifting the law auspicious cloud high into the sky above Fengqi Mountain and shattering it together.

The piece of auspicious cloud belonging to Randeng's Annihilation Law was absorbed by a Shore Grass, which sprouted sentience. Yuanshi's Law of Order was absorbed by an auspicious cloud in the sky, sprouting sentience. Tongtian's Gengjin Law, upon landing on the ground, was obtained by a Many Treasures Rat that had gained sentience.

The auspicious clouds formed by the laws of the others were also absorbed by different beings, leading to other fortunes.

Randeng gazed thoughtfully at the Shore Grass that had absorbed the Dao rhythm of his Annihilation Law. It was a low-grade Innate Spiritual Root with ordinary origins. He wondered what changes it would undergo after one Aeon.

However, Randeng only thought of Luohu and Hongjun's act of imparting the Dao, overlooking that they were Sages and naturally unafraid of the Karma involved in imparting the Dao. On the contrary, they could even gain nourishment for their Dao path from this Karma.

If Zhunti, who cultivated the Law of Karma, were here, he would discover that the Innate Beings who had absorbed their respective Dao rhythms were already entangled in Karma with the corresponding individuals.

But these were all later matters. After concluding their discussion of the Dao, they each bid farewell. The Three Pure Ones were returning to Kunlun Mountain to continue digesting the gains from their travels. Houtu invited Randeng to visit the Witch Clan, stating that Dijiang and the other Ancestor Witches wanted to thank him.

And so, Randeng, accompanied by Houtu, flew towards Buzhou Mountain South, where the Ancestor Witches resided.

However, along the way, Randeng noticed that on the northeast side of Buzhou Mountain, demon tribes had already begun to settle and expand their territory.

The reason Randeng could identify these as demon tribes was the presence of a colossal statue in the center of the demon tribes, precisely the likeness of Di Jun.

Randeng did not consider it from the perspective of Destiny, as this Emperor was only at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. He assumed Di Jun was not so fixated on cultivation and merely wanted to promote his image by having each tribe erect such a statue.

It was not until they reached the southern part of Buzhou Mountain that Witch Clan tribes gradually appeared. This was Randeng's first time seeing the Witch Clan.

Apart from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, most of the Witch Clan's forms were enlarged Innate Dao Bodies, with different Ancestral Witch tribes having distinct characteristics.

Houtu told him that the Witch Clan tribes with fiery red bodies and flame patterns belonged to Zhurong, while those who were robust and had dark yellow skin belonged to her own tribe.

Houtu, who was already an impressive height of ten feet in her normal state, had not expected that most of the people in her tribe were three to four zhang tall.

No wonder the Three Pure Ones called the Witch Clan "big傻大个" (big傻大个 - a term implying large and strong, but perhaps not the brightest).

Under Houtu's guidance, Randeng passed through the skies above the Witch Clan tribes unimpeded, until they arrived before a magnificent palace at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

"This is our Witch Clan's sacred land, Pangu Hall, and it is also a rare treasure."

Houtu introduced to Randeng. The Twelve Ancestral Witches themselves were born from the blood pool within this Pangu Hall.

Randeng naturally knew that Pangu Hall was formed from Pangu's heart, a rare treasure left by Great God Pangu for the Witch Clan to procreate and enhance their bloodline.

However, the Witch Clan at this time had clearly not discovered its true purpose. They simply regarded it as a sacred land because they were born there.

Upon reaching the entrance of Pangu Hall, a cold and beautiful witch with blue snakes hanging from her ears and a pair of blue wings on her back blocked their path.

Randeng naturally recognized this as Ancestor Witch Xuanming. Since there were only two females among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and Houtu was beside him, this must be the Ancestor Witch of Rain.

"Little sister Houtu, is this Fellow Daoist Randeng?"

Xuanming spoke, her voice clear and cold, like newly melted ice and snow on a high mountain.

Randeng cupped his fist and bowed to Xuanming, saying, "I am Randeng of the West. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Xuanming."

Xuanming nodded slightly, then turned and walked into the hall.

"My elder brothers are already waiting for you inside. Come in quickly."

Randeng and Houtu followed Xuanming into Pangu Hall.

The first thing they saw were ten Ancestor Witches of varying forms. The leading Ancestor Witch in the center had four wings on his back, exuding an imposing aura. He was surrounded by a dense spatial law, presumably Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"You are Randeng? The spiritual root and the method of raising spirit beasts in my little sister's hand, were they given by you?"

An Ancestor Witch to the left of Dijiang, with a fiery red skin covered in scales and flame patterns all over his body, spoke.

"Zhurong, do not be disrespectful to Fellow Daoist Randeng. Fellow Daoist Randeng has shown kindness to our Witch Clan."

Dijiang reprimanded. The main combat faction within the clan was led by Zhurong and a few other Ancestor Witches. They had long wanted to fight the two Golden Crows of the demon race, believing that their Witch Clan should rule the Great Desolation in place of Father God Pangu.

"The spiritual root in Fellow Daoist Houtu's hand and the method of raising spirit beasts were both given by me. May I ask what guidance Fellow Daoist Zhurong has?"

Seeing Zhurong's displeased expression, Randeng did not hold back. He had kindly helped the Witch Clan, yet he had to endure his ill temper.

The pressure of Grand Unity Golden Immortal at the mid-stage spread from his body, condensing into a line and pressing down on Zhurong.

Zhurong grunted and was forced back two steps by the imposing aura, clearly not expecting Randeng to be so ruthless and decisive.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Dijiang's eyes as well; he hadn't expected Randeng's cultivation to be higher than his, nor for him to be so overbearing.

Dijiang cupped his fists and bowed to Randeng, "Fellow Daoist, Zhurong's temper is volatile due to his cultivation of the law of fire. I hope you can forgive him."

Randeng snorted coldly and said nothing.

It was Houtu, standing beside them, who stepped forward to smooth things over, "Big Brother, didn't we say we were inviting Fellow Daoist Randeng over to express our gratitude? Hurry up and bring out the gifts."

Randeng was also curious. What kind of gratitude would these Twelve Ancestral Witches offer him? Spiritual Treasures or Spiritual Roots?