The Primordial World's First Spiritual Treasure, Pangu Hall, and the Witch Race's Joy and Gratitude

In fact, it was not just Zhu Jiuyin; the other Ancestral Witches had always known the origin and foundation of the Pangu Hall—it was a Chaos Spirit Treasure personally forged by Father God Pangu.

As for what grade of Chaos Spirit Treasure it was, unfortunately, not to mention the Ancestral Witches of the past, even the current ones could not determine it.

It was much like a Quasi-Sage trying to fathom just how powerful a Chaos-realm expert—who stood an entire major realm above the Sage realm—truly was.

In the current context, it was like an ant trying to calculate the sheer size of the Milky Way.

However, whether it was the other Ancestral Witches or Zhu Jiuyin, they all understood one thing: whether it was the Primordial World or the Chaos World, anything that bore the name "Pangu" was absolutely extraordinary.

Furthermore, since the Pangu Hall was forged by Pangu himself, how could its might be anything less than stellar?

Much like a spirit treasure crafted by a Sage, it would at least be ranked among the High-grade Innate Spirit Treasures, if not the Top-grade Innate Spirit Treasures.

Yet, despite knowing that the Pangu Hall was the final and strongest trump card left by Pangu to the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, they had never considered using it.

The reason was that every time they invoked the Pangu Hall, all twelve Ancestral Witches had to join forces and sacrifice three drops of their essence blood just to use it for ten breaths of time.

For the Ancestral Witches, a single drop of essence blood represented one hundred thousand years of cultivation; three drops meant three hundred thousand years of cultivation gone in an instant.

The cost was simply too high.

If the cost were high but the power was heaven-defying, the Ancestral Witches might have been willing to use it.

But the problem was that as a supreme treasure of at least High-grade Chaos Spirit Treasure rank—a status that allowed it to proudly claim the title of the undisputed number one treasure of the Primordial World, especially after the Three Pure Ones split the 24th-Grade Creation Green Lotus into three—it was far beyond their control.

It was a level of treasure that even the Jade Plate of Creation in Hongjun's hands could not compare to.

This level of treasure meant that even though the Ancestral Witches had broken through to the Quasi-Sage realm, they could barely unleash one-trillionth of the Pangu Hall's true power.

At their current stage, the Ancestral Witches could only use it to defend against external enemies or suppress a region of the world in place.

As for using it to actively attack an opponent, that was out of the question; the Ancestral Witches could not even move it an inch.

It was like an ant suddenly obtaining the position of the God of Mount Tai; it could use the mountain to protect itself, ensuring that within the mountain's range, it remained free from any external threats.

But trying to move Mount Tai, or even pick it up to smash someone with it? It would be better to just give up.

They would first need to expand their forms, which were barely larger than grains of rice, by several million times before even considering such a feat.

They say one can move a thousand pounds with four ounces of force, but the problem was that they didn't even have the "four ounces" to begin with, so how could they hope to move the "thousand pounds"?

However, now, inspired by Zhu Jiuyin, the two biggest problems in activating the Pangu Hall had been solved.

Every time they invoked the Pangu Hall, the twelve Ancestral Witches had to pay the price of three drops of essence blood?

That was in the past!

Now, they could just let the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation handle it.

The Ancestral Witches refused to believe that if they summoned the True Form of Pangu, they would still be unable to utilize the Pangu Hall.

Once they could drive the Pangu Hall using the True Form of Pangu, using it to suppress the Great Thousand World they intended to create would be a simple matter.

With the power of the Pangu Hall, which was at least a High-grade Chaos Spirit Treasure, suppressing a mere Great Thousand World—or even a higher-level Immeasurable World—would likely not be difficult at all.

Of course, the strength of the Ancestral Witches at this stage was still insufficient.

Even after summoning the True Form of Pangu, they only possessed the strength of the Hunyuan realm; even if they could drive the Pangu Hall, suppressing a single Great Thousand World was essentially the limit of what they could achieve.

The execution of the Witch Race had always been remarkably efficient.

Since a plan had been decided, they had to implement it as quickly as possible.

Thus, the twelve Ancestral Witches collectively issued a decree to the entire Witch Race: all members were to gather before the Pangu Hall.

This was the highest decree of the Witch Race, representing the unified will of the twelve Ancestral Witches. Under a decree of this level, no matter what one was doing, even if one had only a final breath left, one had to rush over in the shortest time possible.

Therefore, in less than an hour, billions of Witches had gathered before the Pangu Hall, not a single one missing.

This was the first time Zhu Jiuyin had addressed the entire Witch Race as their supreme decision-maker, and it was also a manifestation of Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches wanting to further strengthen Zhu Jiuyin's authority.

Clearly, since Zhu Jiuyin had guaranteed Dijiang's power and status as the supreme administrator, Dijiang naturally wanted to guarantee Zhu Jiuyin's power and status as the supreme decision-maker.

One managed decision-making, while the other managed execution and practical affairs. It wasn't exactly the same, but it could be said that Zhu Jiuyin had indeed learned a great deal from that library containing millions of books.

Facing the gazes of billions of clansmen, Zhu Jiuyin felt no nervousness or excitement.

On the contrary, in the eyes of the billions of clansmen, Zhu Jiuyin saw sincere and profound worship and respect for him.

It was to be expected; what kind of life had the Witch Race lived before?

Not only did they need to absorb the turbid energy that caused bone-deep pain to their very souls every day, but they also received no goodwill or respect from other races, only alienation and hostility.

If it weren't for the fact that their bloodline inheritance told them this was the responsibility and duty of the Witch Race—and more importantly, that this was the unified will of the twelve Ancestral Witches—they would have long since stopped doing it.

Now, things were different. The Ancestral Witches had changed their minds, and they would no longer have to endure that suffering. Compared to their previous lives, their current existence—aside from the fact that their ancestral land was truly too cramped—was nothing short of blissful.

And they had long understood that all of this was brought to them by Zhu Jiuyin.

As a result, without Zhu Jiuyin even realizing it, he had long since replaced Dijiang as the most revered figure in the Witch Race today.

Zhu Jiuyin knew that almost all the Witches had straightforward, almost blunt personalities. When speaking to them, one shouldn't engage in long-winded speeches; getting to the point was what mattered most.

"Today, the other Ancestral Witches and I have summoned you here to announce one thing: we, the Ancestral Witches, intend to open up a Great Thousand World to serve as the new territory for our Witch Race, so that we may finally escape this cramped and narrow state of existence."

"Father God above, we pay our respects to Lord Zhu Jiuyin and offer our thanks to all the Ancestral Witch Lords!"

"This is wonderful, truly wonderful! Compared to the past, these are days we couldn't even dream of!"

"We thank Lord Zhu Jiuyin and all the Ancestral Witches for bringing our Witch Race this brand-new life."

"We never had the chance before, but now, I represent the three thousand five hundred and eighty-one members of our Bamboo Stone Tribe in paying our respects to Lord Zhu Jiuyin and all the Ancestral Witches."

"A Great Thousand World, one that belongs solely to our Witch Race? Lord Zhu Jiuyin and the Ancestral Witches possess such magnificent ambition."

At this moment, the area in front of Pangu Hall transformed into a sea of jubilation and grateful worship.