Within Pangu Hall, the thirteen cultivated individually, while time flowed silently like the Xuanhuang Qi rising from the Blood Pool.
Several days had passed since the events on the Three Immortal Islands.
After Pan Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches returned from the East Sea, they placed the five Innate Spiritual Roots beside the Blood Pool and set the Creation Cauldron in Pangu Hall's main chamber, where it resonated with the Twenty-Four-Grade Creation Green Lotus.
Bolstered by these Innate Spiritual Roots and Innate Supreme Treasures, Pangu Hall's fortune grew ever more stable and profound.
Pan Xuan also nurtured the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin within his Dantian with Vast Righteous Qi and his Law Deity. As he sensed the mysteries of the transaction law, his plans for the future grew clearer.
During these days, Pan Xuan did not rush to work out his next move. Instead, he cultivated quietly alongside the Ancestral Witches in Pangu Hall.
He sorted through the treasures he had obtained from Wuyi Mountain and the East Sea one by one, picked some tender buds from the Enlightenment Tea Tree, and used the Creation Cauldron to refine them into Enlightenment Tea, which he shared with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The tea tasted cool and clear. Once swallowed, it became a warm current that rushed straight into the Niwan Palace, instantly clearing the mind and making one's perception of the laws several times sharper than usual.
Houtu praised it endlessly after drinking it, while Zhu Rong loudly declared how satisfying it was. Even Xuan Ming's icy face showed a flicker of emotion.
On this day, Pan Xuan sat cross-legged in a quiet chamber, his eyes closed in concentration, while silently calculating the time.
Hong Jun's second sermon had not yet ended; more than a thousand years remained before its conclusion.