Human Race Cultivation Method, Achieved--

Chu Yan did not hide it and said directly:

"If my guess is correct, Buzhou Mountain holds Great God Pangu's spinal marrow. Sect Master, you were born from Pangu's Primordial Spirit. Once you obtain Pangu's Spinal Marrow, you can refine it in an instant."

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

"Truly?"

"Truly."

Chu Yan was very serious, and Sect Master Tongtian grew excited—if he really found it, he could turn things around.

"Sect Master, this item should have vanished after Buzhou Mountain collapsed. If you seek it out ahead of time, perhaps it may also leave you a sliver of opportunity to later cultivate the Great Dao of Pangu."

In that instant, Sect Master Tongtian was stirred. He had never truly wanted to abandon the Great Dao of Pangu.

Back when he achieved sainthood, it was because Taiqing and Yuanshi had become saints before him, their primordial spirits lodged in the void.

That had spurred Sect Master Tongtian on; otherwise, he would never have become a saint and established his sect so quickly.

But now, there was a glimmer of hope.

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

"Many thanks, Human Master. Let me rest and prepare, and I will immediately head to Buzhou Mountain to retrieve Father God's spinal marrow."

"Good. I also have important matters to attend to. There is something I need on Buzhou Mountain as well. A hundred years from now, we shall go together."

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 so satisfying—even Yuanshi Tianzun was cowed by you."

The Twelve Ancestor Witches were all overjoyed, never expecting Chu Yan to be so formidable.

"Heh, you flatter me. This time I've returned, I've brought you all something good. Enter the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall at once."

"Alright."

Inside the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall, Chu Yan waved a single hand, and twelve strands of Pangu's Primordial Spirit instantly appeared.

In that split second, the Twelve Ancestor Witches shot to their feet.

"Father God's primordial spirit? Chu Yan, where did you get this?"

Chu Yan did not hide it and simply recounted what had happened on Jin'ao Island.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches were ecstatic.

"Hmph, so that's how it is. That damned Heavenly Dao schemed against us like this. Thank goodness the Human Master looked out for us."

"That's right! Once we have these twelve strands of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, our Witch Race will surely no longer be affected by Sha Qi. We'll tear those Demon Race bastards apart with our bare hands!"

Each of them was beside themselves with excitement.

Chu Yan also spoke:

"Make haste. Merge with the primordial spirits. In a hundred years, I have a major matter to attend to."

"Alright."

The Twelve Ancestor Witches each immediately took a strand of the primordial spirit and began to merge with it.

But the next moment, their expressions turned deathly pale.

"No good, pfft—!"

Suddenly, all Twelve Ancestor Witches spat out a mouthful of blood, their entire bodies suffering a severe blow.

"What's going on?"

Chu Yan's face changed drastically. Had something gone wrong?

"Chu Yan, this... this Pangu Primordial Spirit has a problem."

"That's right. A terrifying force is resisting us. We cannot bear it."

Seeing the Twelve Ancestor Witches instantly wilt, Chu Yan broke out in a cold sweat from anxiety.

"What in the world is happening?"

Only then did Houtu speak:

"This is Hongmeng Purple Qi. There is the aura of Hongmeng Purple Qi within Pangu's Primordial Spirit. I have sensed Hongmeng Purple Qi at the Purple Cloud Palace—this is unmistakably its presence. Chu Yan, you have been schemed against."

"What? Damn it."

In that instant, Chu Yan understood everything.

"Hongjun, what ruthless methods you have."

Chu Yan now grasped it all.

Back in the Purple Cloud Palace, when Hongjun bestowed the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he called it the Opportunity to Become a Saint.

The six disciples accepted it without a moment's hesitation and merged it into their souls.

None of them expected that this Hongmeng Purple Qi would come to occupy their entire primordial spirits.

"Then what do we do?"

Chu Yan had personally experienced the terror of the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

"Human Master, Father God's primordial spirit contains the Hongmeng Purple Qi. We cannot merge with it."

Thump...

Chu Yan felt as if he'd been struck a heavy blow.

Was there truly no way to change the outcome? Were the Twelve Ancestor Witches destined to fall after all?

In that moment, Chu Yan understood once more just how terrifying the schemes of the big shots in the Primordial World truly were.

They had calculated almost everything they could—except for him, the one variable.

"Is there really no other way?"

"There is."

The Ancestor Witch Houtu spoke:

"Place Father God's primordial spirit into the Blood Pool. Use Father God's Heart to slowly wear it down. Once the Hongmeng Purple Qi is eroded away, we can merge with it."

"Fine."

Without a second word, Chu Yan tossed the twelve strands of Pangu's Primordial Spirit into the Blood Pool.

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

Boom...

A deafening roar erupted.

At the same time, in the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's eyes snapped open.

"How strange. Why did my heart suddenly skip a beat? Could there be another variable?"

He quickly raised his hand to calculate, but because the event was taking place inside the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall, Hongjun could not divine it.

"Am I overthinking this?"

Still, Hongjun had no intention of letting it go. He immediately swept his gaze across the Primordial World.

Yet he found nothing unusual.

"Could it truly be that This Seat is overthinking things?"

Inside the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall, the Blood Pool churned endlessly.

Chu Yan watched, his heart pounding with fear.

"This was rash of me."

"It's fine. Human Master, there's no need to dwell on it. We know you meant well."

Chu Yan nodded, then said:

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

His expression darkened. He had nearly been played by Hongjun. If he didn't do something about it, it wouldn't be like him at all.

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

His mind raced as he recalled everything he knew.

But no matter how he calculated, he found that Hongjun had already blocked every escape route.

To break the deadlock, he would have to create the Human Race Cultivation Method before the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans died.

And within ten thousand years, humanity must have a Saint.

Otherwise, everything was empty talk.

But Hongjun would never let him succeed. Once the Witch-Demon War was over, Hongjun would surely turn his attention to dealing with the human race.

By then, even if the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans still existed, they wouldn't be able to protect humanity.

After a long time, Chu Yan finally calmed down.

"Since Hongjun wants to erase Pangu's Will, then I'll preserve it. As long as Pangu does not perish, humanity will remain safe, and the Heavenly Dao's schemes will fail."

Even if he couldn't preserve it forever, he had to buy time.

Chu Yan needed to prepare two plans.

Boom...

Suddenly, a shocking surge erupted from within Chu Yan's body.

After studying the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique earlier, a conjecture for the Human Race Cultivation Method had already taken shape in his mind.

Combined with the Heaven-Opening Memory left to him by the Great God Pangu, this gave the Human Race Cultivation Method its initial form.

Then, the great battle with Yuanshi Tianzun further confirmed that Chu Yan's path was correct.

It was a pity that Hongjun stopped him; otherwise, Chu Yan's Great Dao would have been completed back then.

However, every gain has its loss. Although it cut off Chu Yan's chance to refine his path, he also gained insight into the Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique.

This caused Chu Yan's Human Race Cultivation Method to undergo yet another transformation.

Gradually, Chu Yan entered a meditative state.

Time flew by, and a hundred years had passed.

Suddenly, on this day, a domineering aura erupted from within the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall.

"Train the outside with Steel Muscles and Iron Bones, train the inside with the Universe and Primordial—so this is how it is."

Chu Yan had attained enlightenment.

Using the physical body as a foundation, temper a powerful physique, achieve the Body Becoming a Saint, and then form the World Barrier.

Use the qi of the human race to open the acupoints throughout the body, evolve Chaos, and activate every cell in the body to become an inexhaustible source of power.

Then, use the spirit of the human race as the will, forge the power of internal laws, and shatter everything.

At this point, the body evolves into Chaos, forming a world of its own.

When the acupoints within the body shatter Chaos to create a new world, one can directly use the power of one's own acupoints and the boundless cellular source to ultimately achieve the Prove Dao by Force.

"The Human Race Cultivation Method is complete—."