The Ancestral Witches Plan to Open Great Thousand Worlds, While Their Fortune Lies Within Reach at Pangu Hall

"Is it not enough?"

Zhu Jiuyin couldn't help tapping his brow, then quickly began recalling the million modern books he had read and memorized in that enormous library.

To Zhu Jiuyin, the insights and benefits those million modern books had brought him now ranked second only to the Ancestral Witch body bestowed upon him by Father God, with its top-tier Innate Demon God roots and fortune.

"If the Ancestral Land isn't big enough, and the Witch Race can't emerge into the world yet without repeating its old mistakes, then the only thing we can do now is expand the space of the Ancestral Land as much as possible.

"But the spatial barriers of the Primordial World are incredibly sturdy. Even Big Brother, an Ancestral Witch who controls the Law of Space, can only cut, fold, seal, and move space to a limited degree.

"Opening up a world within the Primordial World, however, would be much harder.

"Big Brother, if you went all out right now, how large a world could you open?"

Dijiang paused, then carefully considered it. "At most, I could open a Middle Thousand World. And because I only control the Law of Space, that world would barely meet the standard of a Middle Thousand World in terms of space. It wouldn't have any of the other laws needed to build a world, so it could only be called a dead land.

"It would be fine for storing inanimate objects, but placing living beings or even spiritual objects there would basically be impossible.

"Of course, if we only wanted to open a Small Thousand World, there'd be no need for so much trouble. I could simply take a piece of space from the Primordial World and then place it inside the Small Thousand World I opened.

"That way, the various laws in the space of the Primordial World could replenish the Small Thousand World I opened, forming a new Small Thousand World.

"But doing this once in a while would be fine. If we did it too often, we'd not only incur a massive debt of karma to the Primordial World, but also damage our merit and inevitably anger the Heavenly Dao.

"Most importantly, a Small Thousand World could house at most a hundred ordinary members of the Witch Race. That's still far too small for us."

Zhu Jiuyin nodded, then asked another question. "What if our Witch Race could open Great Thousand Worlds? Could they house all of us?"

"Great Thousand Worlds?" Dijiang thought it over. "By that measure, a Great Thousand World could easily accommodate a third of our people."

"If we want more room and richer resources, we'd need at least six Great Thousand Worlds."

Zhu Jiuyin smiled. "Six Great Thousand Worlds? That's far too few. I think we should double that number. We have twelve Ancestral Witches, after all, so let's make it twelve!"

Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches all lit up at those words.

Though the Ancestral Witches were all brothers and sisters, wouldn't it be wonderful to each have a Great Thousand World under their own control?

What living being wouldn't want a home that belonged to them alone?

The Ancestral Witches were no exception.

But Houtu was ultimately more practical. "Unless I'm mistaken, in the Primordial World, you'd need to reach at least the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal realm or become a Sage to open a Great Thousand World.

"And opening a world is only the first step in creating a Great Thousand World. How would we stabilize it afterward?

"When Father God opened the Primordial World, he used the Chaos Bell, one of the Three Treasures of Opening the Heavens, to suppress space and time; the Taiji Diagram to suppress the forces of earth, wind, water, and fire; and the Pangu Banner to divide and order yin and yang, and the five elements. Where could we possibly find such supreme treasures?"

Zhu Jiuyin smiled again. "Power at the Hunyuan or Sage level? Our Witch Race really does have it."

"We do?"

In an instant, all the Ancestral Witches, Dijiang and Houtu included, were stunned. Then they began to think it over.

"Power at the Hunyuan level, power at the Hunyuan level... I understand!"

This time, the first to catch on was actually Zhurong.

"I get it! If we're talking about power at the Hunyuan level that our Witch Race can wield, what else could it be but the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation?"

The Ancestral Witches present all shuddered, then turned to Zhurong with delighted, admiring smiles.

That was right. Each of them was still a long way from the Hunyuan or Sage realm. But once they formed the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation and summoned Father God's true form, wouldn't they then possess power at the Hunyuan level?

That was Father God, after all—the Father God who had opened the Immeasurable World of the Primordial World, a world far surpassing the Great Thousand World level and standing just half a step away from the Eternal True Realm directly connected to the Great Dao.

In all the Primordial World, who could claim to know more about opening worlds than Father God?

Of course, the True Form of Pangu they summoned might not possess even a billionth of Pangu's true power.

But a Great Thousand World and the Primordial World, the highest tier of Immeasurable World, weren't even on the same level.

Perfect plan!

"Wonderful! I never thought you'd use your head for once, you brute!"

"I refuse to accept this! I, Gonggong, refuse to accept it! I'd already figured it out too—I was this close! How did you beat me to it, Zhurong?"

"Hahaha, even Zhurong's getting smarter. Looks like Second Brother was right to tell us to stop absorbing Turbid Qi!"

"Yeah. We'd already felt the benefits of not absorbing Turbid Qi, but now it seems those benefits are much greater than we imagined!"

"No, no, if you're going to praise anyone, it should be Second Brother. I was just standing on his shoulders and had a sudden flash of inspiration."

"You really are getting better at talking, Zhurong. As Second Brother would put it, your emotional intelligence has improved!"

At that moment, thunderous laughter rang through Pangu Hall.

"But as Big Sister Houtu said, we don't have any spiritual treasures to suppress a Great Thousand World?"

The speaker's voice seemed to carry a bone-deep chill. She was the youngest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Xuanming, the Ice Ancestral Witch.

It had to be said, she truly lived up to her title as the Ice Ancestral Witch. Now that she was gradually freeing herself from Turbid Qi's influence, her rational and perceptive nature was slowly emerging.

"Oh, it's Xuanming!" Zhu Jiuyin said, his voice tinged with affection for his youngest sister.

In truth, it wasn't just Zhu Jiuyin. Which of the many Ancestral Witches present didn't dote on Xuanming?

Indeed, in the legends of the Primordial World, the only Ancestral Witch besides Houtu who might have survived was Xuanming.

This time, Zhu Jiuyin didn't beat around the bush. He simply pointed to Pangu Hall, where they stood.

"Father God already bestowed upon us the spiritual treasure we need to suppress a world!"

At that moment, the Ancestral Witches felt as though they'd been struck by a Chaos Divine Thunder.

Pangu Hall—it was Pangu Hall!