The Witch Clan Is Established

For the past few days, Donghua had been teaching the two disciples his Spiritual Power and lightning techniques, while also consolidating his own cultivation and comprehending the Great Dao Law.

Suddenly, the clouds between Heaven and Earth churned, myriad energies erupted, and divine sounds echoed through the heavens.

Below Buzhou Mountain, the Twelve Demon Gods were positioned in the four directions. In the center, Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Houtu stood on a high platform, while She Bi Shi controlled all the energies of the world.

A colossal phantom of Pangu began to condense, eventually reaching the height of Buzhou Mountain and solidifying there.

"Father God above, Heavenly Dao as witness, today we establish the Witch Court and proclaim ourselves as the Witch Clan. The Witch Clan stands tall, connecting Heaven and Earth. We resolve to establish order in the Primordial World."

"We hereby appoint Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong as the God of Fire, in charge of all fires in the world."

"We hereby appoint Ancestor Witch Gong Gong as the God of Water, in charge of all waters in the world."

"We hereby appoint Ancestor Witch Houtu as the God of the Great Earth, in charge of Yin Yang and procreation, the beauty of all things, and the mountains and rivers of the earth."

"We shall use Pangu Hall to suppress the Destiny and Fortune of the Witch Court. With the emergence of the Witch Clan, the Witch Court is established."

In an instant, flowers rained from the sky, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth.

Immense Mysterious Yellow Merit descended from the heavens, eventually dividing into four portions.

Fifty percent went to the Twelve Ancestor Witches, thirty percent to the beings of the Witch Clan, ten percent landed on Pangu Hall, and the final ten percent merged with the Pangu phantom.

The colossal Pangu phantom, nourished by the Mysterious Yellow Merit, began to shrink and transform.

As the phantom grew smaller, it also became less illusory, transitioning towards physicality.

Finally, it transformed into a Great Seal, beneath which was the character "Witch" engraved with Great Dao Talismans.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches received the Mysterious Yellow Merit, and their auras immediately surged, spreading from Buzhou Mountain across the Primordial Continent.

Dijiang and Houtu directly broke through to the mid-Quasi-Saint stage (mid-Ancestor Realm), and the other Ancestor Witches also made progress.

The beings of the Witch Clan also ushered in a period of vigorous development, with most achieving breakthroughs.

At this moment, the Twelve Ancestor Witches no longer resembled their former demonic forms, but appeared divine and majestic.

Their appearances remained the same, but their images had greatly changed.

The figures of the Twelve Ancestor Witches began to rise throughout the Primordial World, and under the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, they lingered before slowly dissipating.

The beings of the Primordial World who witnessed this scene felt a sense of familiarity, as something similar had happened when Di Jun ascended to the position of Heavenly Emperor.

Donghua quietly observed the scene and finally sighed, "A time of many events."

Several hundred years had passed since the establishment of the Witch Clan. In these years, the Witch Court had been fulfilling its original oath, establishing order for Heaven and Earth.

Many Witch Clan Spiritual Powers and sorceries were created, and the Witch Clan developed its own script, the Witch Script.

The Primordial World entered a period of vigorous development.

On this day, Donghua summoned his two disciples.

Donghua said, "You two have followed me and cultivated for many years. As the saying goes, 'The master leads the way, but cultivation depends on the individual.' You should leave now."

After speaking, Donghua lightly touched the center of each disciple's forehead, and a wisp of Pure Yang Qi protected their Primordial Spirits.

Upon hearing this, the two disciples exclaimed, "Master's words are true, but how can we leave without repaying your great kindness? We do not wish to leave and are willing to serve by your side."

"Foolish children, foolish children, do not act this way. Go, go."

"When you are out in the world, you must remain calm and collected when encountering matters. Sometimes, taking a step back opens up a broader horizon."

"Master."

"Master."

"We can never repay your great kindness, Master. We only wish for you to achieve Hunyuan soon."

After speaking, the two disciples knelt and bowed, then reluctantly left the valley.

Donghua watched them depart.

"The workings of Heaven are constant, and sometimes they are not. It is time for me to leave as well."

Donghua rose and began to head towards the Southern Continent. He wanted to see the south.

There was a Spiritual Treasure there called the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin, which would later play a significant role in the Investiture of the Gods.

How could he miss this Spiritual Treasure after arriving in the Primordial World? Moreover, the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin was born with the times, inherently representing wealth. If he could obtain this Spiritual Treasure, there would be much he could accomplish.

"Am I truly fated to have no connection with this treasure?"

Donghua walked through the mountains. He had already been in the Southern Continent for several years, but not only had he not found the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin, he hadn't even found Wuyi Mountain.

"This shouldn't be. Wuyi Mountain is, after all, a top-tier blessed land. It shouldn't be so obscure."

Donghua used the Heavenly Derivation Technique to deduce information about the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin, but he found nothing useful. When he deduced Wuyi Mountain, he could vaguely sense a direction.

He pondered and deduced the location simultaneously.

Suddenly, he heard a faint, melodious zither music flowing down from the high mountains.

Donghua wasn't angry that his divination was interrupted.

This was because the zither music that reached him was soul-stirring, imbued with Dao Sound, and brought joy to his heart and mind.

Donghua slowly closed his eyes, his fingers tapping in the air in time with the music. He strolled forward, his mind still immersed in the zither's melody.

At a certain moment, a piece concluded, and the music ceased.

By then, Donghua had arrived at the mountain peak.

Beneath a golden Fuyao Tree sat a man in white, playing the zither. Three multicolored birds circled above the Fuyao Tree, dancing gracefully—true descendants of the Phoenix Clan.

Before the man in white lay a Hui Dragon, still lost in the music they had just heard.

Man in White: How was today's piece?

Hui Dragon: Your music is always beautiful.

Hui Dragon: You come play for me every day, and I have nothing to repay you with. But one day, when I cultivate into a Ying Long that can reach the heavens, I will let you sit on my dragon horns, play music, ride the wind, and see all the magnificent landscapes.

Man in White: Time passes unnoticed in the mountains. After staying here for so long, my heart has become like still water. Playing music was originally for my own pleasure, but without your company, it would be too lonely. How could there be talk of repayment?

Man in White: However, I have noted your words. Even though I don't know how long it will take you to cultivate into a Ying Long, today's promise will never change.

The Hui Dragon fell silent. Their statuses were worlds apart. After this parting, who knew when they would meet again? Even if they did meet again, it was unclear whether they would be friend or foe.

Still, the Hui Dragon solemnly nodded its dragon head.

Why does this conversation sound so familiar? Donghua mused, feeling a sense of déjà vu, as if he were facing "Su Su" directly.

"Who?"

The Hui Dragon cried out in alarm, instantly rising from the ground, its dragon head staring directly at Donghua.

Donghua saw that he had become so engrossed in his thoughts that he had revealed himself. However, it didn't matter; he had no intention of hiding.

He strolled forward, taking two light steps, and effortlessly appeared before the man in white.

He spoke to the Hui Dragon, which was baring its teeth at him.

"Sit."

The Hui Dragon involuntarily fell from the air and landed on the ground.

Donghua was using the Spiritual Power of "Words Manifest as Law."

This was a Spiritual Power he had comprehended after Slaying the Corpse. His heart was in harmony with the Dao; his words were the Dao, the law.

Donghua then naturally sat on the Hui Dragon's head, facing the man in white, and said:

"Your zither playing is excellent. In terms of technique, you are second among those I know, but in terms of emotion expressed through your music, you are first."

The man in white bowed to Donghua, then gracefully sat down.

"Thank you for your praise, Senior. However, I wish to know, who is the first in zither technique?"

Donghua was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You truly are an arrogant person, very similar in temperament to those of your Witch Clan."

"However, this first person is someone you might never surpass. He is the founder of the zither path, the Xi Huang of the Heavenly Court, the Azure Emperor Fuxi."

Upon hearing this name, the man in white showed a look of longing but did not comment on Donghua's words.

"Do you know Azure Emperor Fuxi, Senior?"

Donghua smiled. "You don't need to probe. I am not part of the Yao Race, nor will I make a move against you. My relationship with Fuxi is merely that of fellow disciples."

"I came here today simply because I was drawn by your zither music. It has been a long time since I heard such pleasant music."

The man in white's demeanor was courteous. "This is my honor, junior."

"What is your name?"

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