Human Race Cultivation Method, Complete--

Chu Yan did not hide anything and said directly,

"If my guess is right, Pangu's Spinal Marrow is hidden on Buzhou Mountain. The Sect Master was formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, so once he obtains Pangu's Spinal Marrow, he can refine it instantly."

Hearing this, Sect Master Tongtian's expression changed dramatically.

"Is that true?"

"It is."

Chu Yan was completely serious. Sect Master Tongtian grew excited. If he really found it, he might finally turn things around.

"Cult Master, this item should have disappeared after Buzhou Mountain collapsed. If you find it ahead of time, perhaps it could leave you a chance to cultivate the Pangu Great Dao in the future."

In an instant, Sect Master Tongtian was overcome with excitement. He had never wanted to abandon the Pangu Great Dao.

Back then, he had become a Saint because Taiqing and Yuanshi had become Saints one after another, entrusting their Primordial Spirits to the void.

That had spurred Sect Master Tongtian on. Otherwise, Tongtian would never have become a Saint and founded his sect so quickly.

But now there was a glimmer of hope.

Could this be the chance Father God had left for him?

"Thank you, Human Master. Once I've rested, I'll head straight to Buzhou Mountain and bring back Father God's Spinal Marrow."

"Good. I have important matters to attend to as well, and there's something I need on Buzhou Mountain. Let's go together in a hundred years."

After bidding farewell to Sect Master Tongtian, Chu Yan returned to the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches immediately came to greet him.

"Chu Yan, why did it take you a hundred years to come back?"

"Exactly! That battle was exhilarating. You made Yuanshi Tianzun so afraid that he barely dared to fight back."

The Twelve Ancestor Witches were all delighted. They had never imagined Chu Yan could be so powerful.

"Heh, you flatter me. I've brought you something good this time. Let's go into the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall."

"Good."

Inside the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall, Chu Yan swept one hand, and twelve wisps of Pangu's Primordial Spirit appeared at once.

In an instant, the Twelve Ancestor Witches sprang to their feet.

"Father God's Primordial Spirit? Chu Yan, where did you get it?"

Chu Yan made no attempt to conceal anything and told them all about what had happened on Jin'ao Island.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches were thrilled.

"Hmph, so that's what happened. The damn Heavenly Dao schemed against us like this. Thank goodness the Human Master thought of us."

"Exactly. Once we have these twelve wisps of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, our Witch Race won't be affected by baleful qi. We can tear those Demon Race scum apart with our bare hands!"

They were all beside themselves with excitement.

Chu Yan said,

"Hurry and fuse with the Primordial Spirits. I have important matters to attend to in a hundred years."

"Good."

The Twelve Ancestor Witches each took a wisp of the Primordial Spirit and began to fuse with it.

But the very next moment, their expressions changed dramatically.

"Oh no—ptooey!"

Suddenly, all Twelve Ancestor Witches spat out blood in unison, their bodies gravely injured.

"What happened?"

Chu Yan's expression changed. Had something gone wrong?

"Chu Yan, these... these wisps of Pangu's Primordial Spirit are tainted."

"That's right. A terrifying force is resisting us. We can't withstand it."

Seeing the Twelve Ancestor Witches grow feeble in an instant, Chu Yan was sweating anxiously.

"What on earth is going on?"

Houtu spoke up.

"It's Hongmeng Purple Qi. There's an aura of Hongmeng Purple Qi within Pangu's Primordial Spirit. I sensed it in the Purple Palace. This is definitely the same aura. Chu Yan, you've been tricked."

"What? Damn it!"

In that instant, Chu Yan understood.

"Hongjun, you're vicious."

Chu Yan understood everything.

Back then, in the Purple Palace, Hongjun had bestowed Hongmeng Purple Qi, claiming it was an opportunity to become a Saint.

His six disciples had accepted it without hesitation, fusing it into their souls.

He never expected that the Hongmeng Purple Qi had actually taken over the entire Primordial Spirit.

"What should we do?"

Chu Yan had experienced the power of Hongmeng Purple Qi firsthand.

"Human Master, Father God's Primordial Spirit contains Hongmeng Purple Qi. We can't fuse with it."

Chu Yan felt as if he had been struck over the head.

Was there truly no way to change the outcome? Were the Twelve Ancestor Witches still doomed to fall?

At that moment, Chu Yan understood once again just how terrifying the schemes of the great powers in the Primordial World were.

They had accounted for nearly everything. The only exception was him, the Variable.

"Isn't there any other way?"

"There is."

Ancestor Witch Houtu said,

"Put Father God's Primordial Spirit in the Blood Pool and use Father God's Heart to slowly wear it down. Once the Hongmeng Purple Qi has been worn away, we'll be able to fuse with it."

"Good."

Without another word, Chu Yan tossed the twelve wisps of Pangu's Primordial Spirit into the Blood Pool.

In an instant, towering waves surged through the Blood Pool.

Rumble...

A deafening roar erupted.

At the same time, Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes in the Purple Palace.

"How strange. Why did I suddenly feel a heartbeat? Could another Variable have appeared?"

He hurriedly calculated the cause, but the event had taken place in the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall, so Hongjun couldn't discern anything.

"Could I be imagining things?"

But Hongjun had no intention of letting it go. He immediately surveyed the Primordial World.

Yet he found nothing unusual.

"Could I really be imagining things?"

Inside the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall, the Blood Pool churned without pause.

Chu Yan watched, his heart pounding.

"I was too impulsive."

"It's all right, Human Master. Don't blame yourself. We know you meant well."

Chu Yan nodded, then said,

"Rest and recover. I need to go into seclusion for a hundred years."

Chu Yan's expression darkened. Hongjun had nearly tricked him. If he didn't do something about it, he wouldn't be himself.

Chu Yan found a quiet spot in the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall and sat down cross-legged.

He quickly went over everything he knew in his mind.

No matter how he looked at it, Hongjun had already blocked off every path of retreat.

The only way to break the deadlock was to create a Human Race cultivation method before the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans died.

And the Human Race had to produce a Saint within ten thousand years.

Otherwise, it would all be empty talk.

But Hongjun would never let him accomplish his goal. Once the Witch-Demon War was over, Hongjun would surely turn his attention to the Human Race.

By then, even if the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans were still alive, they wouldn't be able to protect the Human Race.

After a long while, Chu Yan finally calmed down.

"If Hongjun wants to erase Pangu's Will, then I'll preserve it. As long as Pangu endures, the Human Race will remain safe, and the Heavenly Dao's schemes will fail."

Even if he couldn't protect them, he would at least buy them time.

Chu Yan needed to prepare for both possibilities.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a mighty surge stirred within Chu Yan's body.

After observing the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, Chu Yan had already begun to form an idea for a cultivation method for the Human Race.

Combined with the Heaven-Opening Memory that Great God Pangu had left him, it had given the Human Race cultivation method its initial shape.

His battle with Yuanshi Tianzun had further confirmed that he was on the right path.

Unfortunately, Hongjun had stopped him. Otherwise, Chu Yan's Great Dao would already have been complete.

But every loss brought a gain. Though Hongjun had deprived Chu Yan of the chance to refine his understanding, he had also given him insight into the Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique.

That had transformed Chu Yan's Human Race cultivation method once again.

Gradually, Chu Yan entered a state of meditation.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, on this day, an aura that dominated all directions erupted from within the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall.

"Train the body externally to forge steel muscles and iron bones; train the universe and the primordial within. So that's how it works."

Chu Yan understood.

Using the physical body as the foundation, he would forge a powerful physique, become a Saint through the body, and then create a World Barrier.

With the Human Race's qi, he would open the acupoints throughout his body and evolve Chaos, drawing upon every cell in his body to create an inexhaustible source of power.

Then, with the Human Race's spirit as his will, he would form the power of laws within his body and shatter everything.

Thus, his body would evolve into Chaos and become a world of its own.

When the Chaos within his acupoints shattered and formed a new world, he could draw upon the power of his own acupoints and the inexhaustible source within his cells to Prove Dao by Force.

"Human Race Cultivation Method, complete!"