"Brother," Houtu said, "the Witch Script is complete. We can formally announce it."
Dijiang nodded. "Good. The Twelve Ancestral Witches will make the announcement to the Heavenly Dao together."
That day, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered before Pangu Hall.
Dijiang stood at the front, with Houtu beside him and the other Ancestral Witches arrayed on either side.
Before them stood a stone stele carved with the Witch Script.
Dijiang raised his hand. Spatial power shot from his palm into the sky.
Houtu raised her hand. The power of the earth flew from her palm and intertwined with his spatial power.
The other Ancestral Witches acted as well. Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, lightning, light, darkness... Their powers converged into a pillar of light that soared skyward.
Dijiang's voice boomed like thunder over the Primordial Wilderness:
"I am Dijiang, leader of the Witch Clan!"
Houtu's voice was calm and resolute. "I am Houtu, a Witch Clan Ancestral Witch!"
Zhurong, Gonggong, and the others declared in unison, "We are the Witch Clan's Ancestral Witches! Today, we make this announcement to the Heavenly Dao!"
"The Witch Script shall be passed down from this day forth!
Our clan created this script to record our battle songs, spells, cultivation methods, and history!
May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"
Their voices reached every corner of the Primordial Wilderness.
Merit Golden Light gathered once more in the sky.
Though it was not as vast as the merit bestowed upon Western Sanskrit, it was still considerable.
The Merit Golden Light became a golden pillar that descended upon the stele before Pangu Hall.
The Witch Script characters on the stele lit up together. Golden light flowed across them, and the aura of the Dao filled the air.
The Merit Golden Light then split into twelve streams and