Ancestor Witch's Essence Blood, Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

Dijiang looked at the blood pool before him, his mind wandering. This gift of thanks to Randeng was to use a drop of their Twelve Ancestral Witches' essence blood as a medium to condense a new Witch Clan bloodline within the blood pool.

This was also an experiment by their Witch Clan to create new members of the Witch Clan using the blood pool.

He waved his hand lightly, and twelve drops of essence blood, each with a different color and condensed with various laws, appeared in his palm. Gritting his teeth, he flung the twelve drops of essence blood into the blood pool.

Randeng watched from the side, utterly confused.

"What is Dijiang up to? Could the gift you're giving me have something to do with this blood pool?"

Randeng stared at the blood pool, recalling the tales of the Witch Clan using the Pangu Hall's blood pool to create new members of their clan.

"This isn't the first time, is it, that you're giving it to me?"

Randeng didn't know how much Ancestor Witch essence blood was normally required to create a new Witch Clan member, but he knew it certainly wasn't twelve drops from the Ancestor Witches.

The twelve drops of Ancestor Witch essence blood, each imbued with different laws, swirled above the blood pool before finally merging into a single, seven-colored drop of blood that fell into the pool.

A moment later, the blood pool erupted with a powerful pressure, and the blood churned violently, as if a Great Witch was about to be born.

Finally, the mass of blood, formed from the essence blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, was purified by the blood pool, shedding its various bloodline inheritances and law powers, condensing into a pure drop of essence blood containing Pangu's bloodline.

"Haha, it has truly succeeded."

Dijiang burst into laughter. The Twelve Ancestral Witches had previously conceived of creating Witch Clan members using their own essence blood. The most crucial step was whether the blood pool could wash away the law powers within the essence blood.

Their twelve drops of essence blood had merged into one, and the blood pool could cleanse the bloodline and law powers within it. Creating new Witch Clan members with the essence blood of just one Ancestor Witch would be no problem.

Dijiang pushed the pure essence blood containing Pangu's bloodline towards Randeng.

"Fellow Daoist Randeng, to be honest, this is our first attempt at refining essence blood using the blood pool. This essence blood does not contain our individual bloodline powers or law powers. Consuming it directly can strengthen your physical body. Additionally, we have prepared the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which only the Witch Clan can cultivate."

After Randeng accepted the drop of essence blood, Dijiang took out a bone shard radiating spiritual light from his spatial storage.

Randeng took it and placed it against his Primordial Spirit. The contents were the Witch Clan's inherited cultivation technique, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, a technique primarily focused on stimulating bloodline power and refining the physical body.

The reason the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan were so powerful, besides their innate ability to control law powers through their bloodline, was their incredibly robust physical bodies.

Randeng's eyes lit up slightly. This was far more valuable than any Spiritual Treasure or Spiritual Root. A cultivation technique that could allow one to reach the Primordial Golden Immortal realm solely by cultivating the physical body was a rare opportunity for any Innate Divine Saint.

Randeng finally understood. According to later historical trajectories, the Witch Clan was so powerful because they cultivated both their pháp body and their spirit, excavating the law powers within their bloodline and practicing the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. Although they couldn't break through to Hunyuan Grand Unity due to the lack of a Primordial Spirit, they were top-tier among Primordial Golden Immortals.

Imagine twelve great warriors who had cultivated to the peak of Primordial Golden Immortal, controlling absolute law powers, possessing invincible physical bodies, and simultaneously forming the All-Heavenly God-Demon Great Array to summon Pangu's true form.

It was no wonder the Dao Ancestor had to intervene. Otherwise, at the beginning of the Witch-Demon War, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could have completely annihilated the Demon Court.

"Fellow Daoist Randeng, this essence blood contains the pure bloodline of Father God Pangu. You have the protection of Father God Pangu's Fortune, so absorbing this essence blood will be no problem. Furthermore, by cultivating our Witch Clan's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, your strength will undoubtedly advance further."

Dijiang frankly explained the whole situation. The primary reason was that Randeng had provided a Spiritual Root, which had saved many Witch Clan warriors from casualties, a great kindness to the Witch Clan. If not for Randeng having his own influence in the West, Dijiang would have wanted to kidnap Randeng and make him the Great Priest of the Witch Clan.

"Thank you all, Fellow Daoists, for this grand gift. In truth, the reason I gave your clan the Spiritual Root was because Fellow Daoist Houtu helped me find a top-grade Innate Spiritual Root and a rare treasure of the Great Desolation. You owe me nothing."

Randeng replied truthfully. Houtu had helped him find the Enlightenment Tea Tree and the Treasure Dropping Golden Coin, and in return, he had gifted her the Laimu, an Innate Spiritual Root, and the method for raising demonic beasts.

"Fellow Daoist Randeng, that's not quite right. Value isn't calculated that way. The Enlightenment Tea Tree and the Treasure Dropping Golden Coin are useless to our Witch Clan, but the Spiritual Root and the method for raising demonic beasts you provided have been a great help to our Witch Clan."

Zhujiuyin, standing nearby, spoke up. He greatly admired Randeng, mainly because there weren't many intelligent individuals among the Witch Clan.

Randeng was very eager for this blood mass, which contained the essence blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Especially now, although he temporarily led most of the Innate Divine Saints in cultivation due to his foresight, as time passed, the other Innate Divine Saints would catch up.

As the first disciple of Teacher Hongjun, he absolutely could not disgrace him. On the other hand, only by possessing absolute combat power could he protect the West during the Witch-Demon War and seize the greatest benefits.

His goal was not just to become a Heavenly Dao Sage, but a true Hunyuan Grand Unity, so he had to make thorough preparations.

"Since it is the good intentions of all Fellow Daoists, I shall not refuse. I request that all Fellow Daoists protect me."

Randeng bowed to the surrounding Twelve Ancestral Witches and then sat cross-legged on the ground of Pangu Hall, beginning to refine the essence blood.

At this moment, there was no safer place in the Great Desolation than Pangu Hall. The Twelve Ancestral Witches would jointly guard him.

The Witch Clan also wanted to see what extent their essence blood could achieve when refined by Randeng.

Randeng first began to comprehend the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts from the essence blood.

"Ascending to the Heavenly Dao, descending to the Earth Root, Body as the universe, eternally immortal. Eight-Nine perfected, ten thousand tribulations unyielding, Mysterious arts achieve the Dao, the true self is free."

As a cultivation technique passed down from Great God Pangu to the Witch Clan, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts were naturally profound. It was said that the Three Pure Ones possessed the Eight-Nine Primordial Arts.

Randeng circulated the incantations of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, connecting his body to heaven and earth, transforming it into a furnace. Using Yin and Yang as the seal and heaven and earth as the root, he refined the mass of essence blood.

As soon as the essence blood entered Randeng's body, it erupted with astonishing energy, charging wildly within his body, extremely violent.

It was only when a wisp of Pangu's Fortune within Randeng's Spiritual Platform came into play that the violent Pangu bloodline quieted down as if it had encountered kin.

Under the operation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, it slowly merged into Randeng's limbs and bones.

"Big Brother, what level of physical strength do you think Fellow Daoist Randeng will reach after refining this essence blood?"

Houtu secretly transmitted her voice to Dijiang. This was, after all, the first time the Witch Clan was passing on Pangu's bloodline to someone else.

"Perhaps early Taiyi Golden Immortal. After all, it's a fusion of the twelve drops of essence blood from our brothers and sisters. It shouldn't just be at the Golden Immortal level."

Dijiang transmitted his reply. The condensation of this essence blood had drawn upon three-tenths of the Pangu Blood Pool's power. With Randeng having the protection of Pangu's Fortune, his physical strength should reach the early Taiyi Golden Immortal level.

"Early Taiyi Golden Immortal? That's not too low then."

Back when they, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, were born, their average physical strength was only at the late Taiyi Golden Immortal stage. Although Randeng was using his Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm cultivation to nourish his physical strength, reaching Taiyi Golden Immortal was already quite good.