The Primordial World's Greatest Spiritual Treasure, Pangu Hall-The Witch Race's Joy and Gratitude

In truth, Zhu Jiuyin wasn't the only one. The other Ancestral Witches had always known the origins and true nature of Pangu Hall as well—it was a Chaos Spiritual Treasure personally refined by Father God Pangu.

As for its grade, well, sorry, but neither the Ancestral Witches of the past nor those of today could determine that.

It was like a Quasi-Sage trying to figure out how powerful a Chaos Realm expert was when they stood an entire realm above those in the Sage Realm.

In today's terms, it was like an ant trying to fathom the size of the Milky Way.

But whether it was the other Ancestral Witches or Zhu Jiuyin, they all understood one thing: in the Primordial World or the Chaos World, anything with the name "Pangu" attached to it was definitely no ordinary thing.

What's more, Pangu Hall had been personally refined by Pangu. How could its power be lacking?

It was like a spiritual treasure personally refined by a Sage. It would have to be at least a High-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, if not a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

They knew that Pangu Hall was the last and most powerful trump card Pangu had left to the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race.

But in the past, every time they used Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had to offer up three drops of their combined blood essence to activate it, and could only use it for ten breaths. For that reason, they had never considered using this trump card.

To an Ancestral Witch, a single drop of blood essence represented a hundred thousand years of cultivation. Three drops meant losing three hundred thousand years of cultivation.

The price was too high.

If the price had been high but the power overwhelming, the Ancestral Witches still might have used it.

But the problem was that Pangu Hall was an unparalleled treasure at least as powerful as a High-Grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure. After the Three Pure Ones split the 24th-Grade Creation Green Lotus into three, Pangu Hall could proudly declare itself the undisputed greatest spiritual treasure in the Primordial World.

It was the kind that even the Jade Plate of Creation in Hongjun's hands couldn't compare to.

A treasure of this grade also meant that, even though the Ancestral Witches had broken through to the Quasi-Sage Realm, they still couldn't unleash even one ten-billionth of Pangu Hall's power.

At present, all they could do was use it to defend against enemy attacks and suppress a world in place.

Using it to attack an opponent was out of the question. They couldn't even move it.

It was like an ant suddenly becoming the mountain god of Mount Tai. It could make Mount Tai shelter it from any outside threat within the mountain's domain.

But moving Mount Tai, let alone picking it up and smashing someone with it? Better not even think about it.

First, the ant would have to grow several million times bigger, until it was no longer much smaller than a grain of rice.

People said that four ounces could move a thousand pounds, but the problem was, you didn't even have "four ounces." How could you move "a thousand pounds"?

But now, thanks to Zhu Jiuyin's insight, they had solved the two biggest problems with activating Pangu Hall.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had to pay three drops of blood essence every time they brought out Pangu Hall?

That was before!

Now they could take that up with my Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation.

The Ancestral Witches refused to believe that after summoning Father God Pangu's true form, they still wouldn't be able to use Pangu Hall.

And if they could use Pangu Hall through Pangu's True Form, then suppressing the Great Thousand World they had opened up with it would be simple.

With the power of a treasure at least as mighty as a High-Grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure, suppressing a mere Great Thousand World would be nothing. Even a higher-grade Immeasurable World probably wouldn't pose much difficulty.

Of course, the Ancestral Witches weren't strong enough yet.

Even after summoning Pangu's True Form, they would only reach the Hunyuan Realm. Even if they could wield Pangu Hall to suppress a Great Thousand World, that would more or less be the limit of what they could manage.

The Ancestral Witches had always been decisive in carrying out plans.

Now that they had settled on a course of action, they naturally wanted to put it into practice as quickly as possible.

So before long, the Twelve Ancestral Witches jointly issued an order to the entire Witch Race: everyone was to assemble before Pangu Hall.

This was the Witch Race's highest order, representing the shared will of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. When an order of this level was issued, no matter what you were doing—even if you had only one breath left—you had to get there as quickly as possible.

So in less than an hour, hundreds of millions of Witches gathered before Pangu Hall, every last one of them.

This was the first time Zhu Jiuyin had addressed the entire Witch Race as its highest decision-maker. It was also a sign that Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches wanted to further strengthen Zhu Jiuyin's authority in that role.

Clearly, Zhu Jiuyin had safeguarded Dijiang's authority and position as the highest administrator, so Dijiang naturally wanted to safeguard Zhu Jiuyin's authority and position as the highest decision-maker.

One handled policy, the other execution and practical matters. It wasn't exactly the same, but it could only be said that Zhu Jiuyin had indeed learned a great deal in that Library, with its million books.

Facing the gazes of hundreds of millions of his people, Zhu Jiuyin felt no tension or excitement.

Instead, in their eyes, he saw sincere and profound admiration and respect for him.

It was only natural. What kind of life had the Witch Race led before?

Not only did they have to absorb Turbid Qi every day, a pain that pierced to the marrow and even the soul, but they also received no goodwill or respect from the other races around them—only distance, and even hostility.

If their inherited bloodline hadn't told them this was the Witch Race's responsibility and duty, and, more importantly, if it hadn't been the shared will of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they would have given up long ago on doing something so thankless.

But now things were different. The Ancestral Witches had changed their minds, and the Witches no longer had to endure that pain. Compared to their former lives, things were almost too good to be true—if not for their Ancestral Land being so cramped.

They had also long since realized that Zhu Jiuyin was the one who had brought them all this.

And so, without Zhu Jiuyin even knowing it, he had already replaced Dijiang as the most revered figure in the Witch Race.

Zhu Jiuyin knew that nearly all Witches were straightforward to the point of bluntness. When speaking to them, there was no need for long-winded speeches. Getting to the point was what mattered most.

"Today, the other Ancestral Witches and I summoned you here to announce something. We intend to open up a Great Thousand World as a new territory for the Witch Race. From now on, we'll leave behind this cramped and confined existence."

"Father God above! We pay our respects to Lord Zhu Jiuyin and offer our heartfelt thanks to all the Ancestral Witches!"

"Wonderful! This is truly wonderful! Compared to the old days, this is a life so good we couldn't have dreamed of it!"

"We thank Lord Zhu Jiuyin and all the Ancestral Witches for bringing the Witch Race a completely new life."

"We never had the chance before. Now, on behalf of the 3,581 members of our Bamboo Stone Tribe, I pay my respects to Lord Zhu Jiuyin and all the Ancestral Witches."

"A Great Thousand World, belonging solely to our Witch Race? Lord Zhu Jiuyin and the Ancestral Witches are truly ambitious!"

In that moment, the space before Pangu Hall became an ocean of joyful cheers and grateful worship.