Qing Xuan Debates the Witches

After hearing this, Fu Xi couldn't help but nod. "But in this matter, Little Sister and I find it inconvenient to get involved. So I'm afraid you'll have to make the trip yourself, Younger Brother."

Qing Xuan nodded, then took his leave of Fu Xi and Nuwa, departing Phoenix Perch Mountain and heading straight for the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Before long, Qing Xuan had arrived outside the Ancestral Witch Hall. By now, the true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches that had loomed above the hall had vanished.

Qing Xuan could hear laughter coming from within the Ancestral Witch Hall. Without needing to ask, he guessed that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were using the Ancestral Witch Essence Blood to create Great Witches.

Without announcing himself, he strode directly into the Ancestral Witch Hall. Perhaps because Qing Xuan had been acknowledged by Pangu, the hall's barrier did not repel his entry.

Qing Xuan quickly reached the interior of the Ancestral Witch Hall and saw the Blood Pool at its center, its waves churning incessantly.

At this moment, besides the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there were also several people Qing Xuan had never seen before, standing guard on either side of the Blood Pool.

Qing Xuan knew these must be the Great Witches of the Witch Clan that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had created.

But seeing that only Great Witches had been created so far, and not ordinary Witch Clan members, Qing Xuan couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Just then, Houtu spotted Qing Xuan and quickly spoke up: "Elder Brother Di Jiang, Qing Xuan has arrived."

Houtu's words made all Twelve Ancestral Witches turn to look at Qing Xuan. Zhu Rong stepped forward directly, clapping Qing Xuan on the shoulder as he said, "Brother Qing Xuan, have you come specifically to the Ancestral Witch Hall to congratulate us on establishing the Witch Clan?"

Qing Xuan let out a helpless sigh, which left Zhu Rong puzzled. Zhu Rong was a straightforward, hot-tempered man who couldn't keep things bottled up inside.

Seeing Qing Xuan's expression, he said directly, "Qing Xuan, why that look? Is there something wrong with us siblings establishing the Witch Clan?"

To the shock of all the Ancestral Witches, Qing Xuan actually nodded. This made Di Jiang and the others' expressions stiffen.

Houtu came straight to Qing Xuan's side and said, "Qing Xuan, what exactly is going on? You're no outsider—speak freely."

Qing Xuan pointed at the Blood Pool in the center of the Ancestral Witch Hall and asked Di Jiang, "Daoist Di Jiang, you should know what the Blood Pool in this hall is, shouldn't you?"

Di Jiang nodded. "This Blood Pool contains the heart blood of Pangu Father God. It is also the motherland that nurtured us Twelve Ancestral Witches."

Qing Xuan nodded and then asked again, "Since you know this is Pangu's heart blood, have you ever considered what will happen once it is exhausted?"

Qing Xuan's words made shock appear on the faces of all Twelve Ancestral Witches. After all, this was something they truly hadn't considered.

Moreover, just creating seven Great Witches had already made them sense a decrease in the Pangu heart blood within the pool.

Though negligible for the entire Blood Pool, what about over the long term? The Pangu heart blood in this pool was a non-renewable resource.

To create a race, a mere few dozen or hundred members would be far from sufficient. So as Qing Xuan said, sooner or later the Blood Pool would run dry.

Di Jiang spoke with a grave expression, asking Qing Xuan, "After the first sermon at Zixiao Palace, those two feathered beasts in the Sun Star began forming the Demon Race."

"The Primordial World was manifested by Father God's body—how could those feathered beasts be allowed to rule it? So we siblings conceived the idea of creating a race to manage the Primordial World in Father God's stead."

"But in all the Primordial World, there are only us Twelve Ancestral Witches. We simply cannot gather clan members like those two feathered beasts."

"Fortunately, Father God provided for all this—the Blood Pool he left behind can create the Witch Clan. So we cast Ancestral Witch Essence Blood into the pool to create a race of Pangu Descendants for this Primordial World."

"But according to what you say, Qing Xuan, this is not a long-term solution. Not only will it fail to give our Witch Clan an endless supply of members, it will drain the Blood Pool Father God left behind."

"Since you have come to tell us this, you must have a solution. Please, Qing Xuan, show our Witch Clan a clear path."

Qing Xuan sighed and said, "This Daoist is not stopping you from establishing the Witch Clan. I simply don't want to watch you become chess pieces in someone else's hands."

"If you trust me, abandon the idea of using the Blood Pool to create ordinary clan members. Great Witches are acceptable, but their number must be controlled."

"In the Primordial World, Nine is the Extreme Number. You must not exceed eighty-one Great Witches. Otherwise, the Witch Clan's Fortune will be insufficient to sustain its eternal existence in this Primordial World."

"As for the claim that the Primordial World, created by Pangu, needs your Witch Clan to guard it—that is utter nonsense."

"You are indeed Pangu's descendants, but are Di Jun and Tai Yi of the Sun Star not? Don't forget, the Sun Star was transformed from Pangu's left eye."

"And every grass and tree in this Primordial World—are they not part of Pangu's body? Even the Dragon-Phoenix-Kirin Three Clans, who once dominated the Primordial World, were they not Pangu's descendants?"

"The Dragon Clan was formed from Pangu's veins, the Phoenix Clan from Pangu's hair, and the Kirin Clan from Pangu's fingernails."

"But what of it? In the end, during the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation, they all fell together. Their clan leaders could only sacrifice their Primordial Spirits to preserve a thread of inheritance for their races."

"So at best, you are Pangu's legitimate sons. The other beings of the Primordial World are, at worst, Pangu's concubine's sons."

"If there is anyone in this Primordial World who has nothing to do with Pangu, it is likely only The One Who Preached. For he is not a Primordial being, but a surviving God or Devil from Chaos."

Qing Xuan did not continue. As for Hong Jun's ultimate goal, he had no intention of explaining it to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

But he had said enough. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches still couldn't grasp his meaning, then even if they turned to flying ash in the future, they would have no one else to blame.

And Di Jiang, who could lead the Witch Clan to become a Primordial Great Clan contending with the Demon Race, was clearly no fool among witches.

So he nodded directly to Qing Xuan and said, "Then we will follow your advice, Qing Xuan. We will create only eighty-one Great Witches."

"But I wonder, Qing Xuan, once these eighty-one Great Witches are born, how should we arrange for them?"

Qing Xuan answered without hesitation: "The Witch Clan is Pangu's legitimate son; the Primordial Ten Thousand Races are Pangu's concubine's sons. All are Pangu's children."

"Di Jun and Tai Yi could establish the Demon Race with the ten thousand races as their foundation. Why can't you create the Witch Clan with the ten thousand races as your foundation?"

"Moreover, in the near future, a race with Fortune as radiant as a rainbow will be born in the Primordial World. That race will be the key to whether your Witch Clan can endure."