Pangu's Blessing

Yet what he did not know was that the true changes had only just begun.

At the very moment the Twelve Ancestral Witches withdrew the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation and the Pangu Phantom dissipated, a low rumble suddenly sounded from the depths of Mount Buzhou.

That rumble was unlike an ordinary earthquake; it carried a vast, ancient, solemn aura.

It was as though Mount Buzhou itself was trembling, or as though some power sleeping within it was awakening.

Inside Pangu Hall, all thirteen sensed the tremors at once.

Pan Xuan abruptly opened his eyes and left his meditation chamber.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches also emerged from their respective places of cultivation and gathered in the main hall, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Is that... Mount Buzhou trembling?"

Zhu Rong spoke in surprise. Di Jiang's expression was grave. "Mount Buzhou was formed from Father's spine. It has never stirred like this before. What is happening today?"

Houtu closed her eyes, using earth law to sense the changes in Mount Buzhou.

A moment later, she opened her eyes, her gaze filled with shock. "Deep within Mount Buzhou... a power is surging out.

"That power shares Father's origin and is incomparably pure, purer than the aura of any one of us."

Zhu Jiuyin also opened his cloudy old eyes, the power of time surging as he tried to discern the source of that power.

His expression shifted repeatedly before finally settling into an indescribable excitement. "That is... something Father left behind.

"It has never appeared in the world. Today... our founding of the clan has awakened it."

At his words, all the Ancestral Witches' spirits rose.

The thirteen left Pangu Hall and came before Mount Buzhou.

Mount Buzhou towered majestically, a pillar supporting the heavens, and now the entire mountain was trembling faintly.

Streaks of chaos-colored light appeared across its surface like veins, spreading from the foot of the mountain to its summit, and from the summit to the horizon.

The light grew ever brighter and more intense, until the whole of Mount Buzhou seemed to become a pillar of light reaching into the heavens, linking heaven and earth.

Boom! With a tremendous crash, a fissure suddenly opened in the middle of Mount Buzhou.

The fissure looked less like a fracture than a gateway opening of its own accord, and a boundless Pangu aura surged from within.

That aura was vast, ancient, and solemn. It shared the Twelve Ancestral Witches' origin, yet was purer and more profound than theirs.

It was the aura of Father God Pangu.

Not lingering consciousness, not dissipating power, but a gift Father had left for this heaven and earth, for his descendants.

Within that aura, a green lotus slowly rose.

The green lotus flew out of the mountain's fissure, green throughout and crystalline, as though condensed from the purest power of creation.

It had twenty-four grades, and every grade of lotus petals radiated a faint light of chaos. Within its heart, xuanhuang qi could faintly be seen circulating, and merit golden light flickered.

The green lotus hovered before Mount Buzhou, slowly turning, the light of chaos on its petals spreading outward like ripples.

With every revolution, a wave of Pangu's aura spread in all directions. Wherever that aura passed, the earth grew more stable, the sky clearer, and the spiritual energy more abundant.

The Twenty-Four-Grade Creation Green Lotus.

The instant Pan Xuan saw that green lotus, this name surfaced in his mind.

This was an innate supreme treasure condensed from the power of creation left behind by the Chaos Green Lotus after Father God Pangu split heaven and earth apart. It had been born alongside heaven and earth and shared Pangu's origin.

It had always slept deep within Mount Buzhou, never appearing in the world, waiting for someone destined for it.

And today, the Witch Clan had established itself, proclaimed it to heaven and earth, and shouldered the responsibility of protecting the Primordial World. That sincerity, that willingness to shoulder responsibility, had awakened the slumbering Creation Green Lotus.

It flew out of the mountain and slowly approached Pangu Hall.

The doors of Pangu Hall opened on their own, as though welcoming the green lotus.

The Twenty-Four-Grade Creation Green Lotus flew into Pangu Hall and hovered beneath the main hall's dome. Its petals slowly turned, scattering a swath of chaos light that enveloped the entire hall.

That Pangu aura permeated the hall, resonating with the auras of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and merging with Pan Xuan's vast righteous qi.

The whole of Pangu Hall trembled faintly, as though cheering the green lotus's arrival.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood in the hall, looking up at the green lotus with eyes full of excitement and reverence.

"Father... Father bestowed this upon us."

Houtu's voice trembled slightly, tears shimmering in her eyes.

Zhu Rong wiped his face and grinned. "Father knows we've established our clan. This is his congratulatory gift to us!"

For once, Gong Gong did not argue. He nodded. "The Twenty-Four-Grade Creation Green Lotus... this is a supreme treasure Father left behind. It has chosen us."

Di Jiang said solemnly, "Father above, we will not fail the trust you have placed in us."

As Pan Xuan watched the green lotus, a thousand feelings stirred in his heart as well.

He knew that this Creation Green Lotus was not merely a supreme treasure, but also Father God Pangu's recognition and blessing of the Witch Clan's founding.

Father's will had never dissipated; Father's gaze had never left his children.

This blessing was not something only the thirteen in Pangu Hall could sense.

Beyond the chaos, inside Zixiao Palace, countless cultivators were waiting for Hong Jun to begin his lecture.

The Three Pure Ones sat in the front row. Suddenly, they turned their heads in unison, their gazes piercing through the chaos and the nine heavens toward Mount Buzhou.

A trace of shock and realization flashed in their eyes.

"That is... Father's aura."

Taiqing Laozi spoke slowly, a hint of irrepressible excitement in his voice. "Father's power is emerging from deep within Mount Buzhou. That power... is exceedingly pure and exceedingly vast."

Yuqing Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi frowned slightly. "Father's aura? The founding of the Witch Clan could actually stir Father's remaining power?"

Sect Master Tongtian of Shangqing's gaze was deep as he said softly, "The Witch Clan was formed from Father's blood essence, after all. They have founded their clan and taken on the responsibility of protecting the Primordial World. It is only natural that Father should respond."

Taiqing Laozi fell silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Father's aura appearing at Mount Buzhou is no small matter.

"Unfortunately, we are here in Zixiao Palace and cannot approach it. We do not know exactly what it is."

Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi said coldly, "Whatever it is, it is the Witch Clan's opportunity. Father's blessing upon them was rather unexpected."

Sect Master Tongtian shook his head. "How could we fathom Father's will? Since Father has chosen to respond to the Witch Clan, there must be a reason."

The Three Pure Ones said no more. They merely gazed quietly toward Mount Buzhou, sensing that familiar aura of Father.

A moment later, that aura gradually receded, and the Three Pure Ones withdrew their gazes.

They knew only that Pangu's aura had appeared in the direction of Mount Buzhou, not that the Twenty-Four-Grade Creation Green Lotus had emerged.

Apart from the Three Pure Ones, no one else in the Primordial World sensed this blessing.

Hong Jun sat high upon a cloud couch in Zixiao Palace. His divine sense covered the entire Primordial World, yet even he had not detected the Creation Green Lotus emerging from the depths of Mount Buzhou.

That Pangu aura was concealed by Pangu Hall and Mount Buzhou itself. Only beings who shared Pangu's origin could sense it.

But no one could conceal the changes above the Heavenly Dao.

At the very moment the Twenty-Four-Grade Creation Green Lotus flew into Pangu Hall, a light suddenly appeared above the Heavenly Dao.

That light did not descend from the sky, but from somewhere higher.

It descended from where the Great Dao resided.

Although the Great Dao had withdrawn, it had not vanished. It still existed above heaven and earth, at the source of all rules.

At this moment, the Great Dao appeared.