Houtu Gives Birth to a Primordial Spirit

Zhu Rong shot him a glare.

"You think my aptitude can be improved all at once?

Brother Pan Xuan has only just taken form, and his cultivation is merely at the mid Da Luo Golden Immortal stage. The fact that it can affect someone at my level is already remarkable!"

Pan Xuan nodded. "Brother Zhu Rong is right.

The effect of Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light is related to both the caster's cultivation and the recipient's aptitude.

Brother Zhu Rong is an Ancestral Witch born from Father God's essence blood. His aptitude is already among the greatest in heaven and earth, so Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light naturally has limited effect on him."

He paused before continuing, "If it were used on a creature of ordinary aptitude, the results would be much more apparent.

It is like carving a rough stone versus carving a piece of fine jade. With the same effort, the rough stone will naturally change more."

Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witches all nodded. They understood this principle.

"I'll try."

Houtu suddenly spoke. Her voice remained gentle, but there was a trace of solemnity in her eyes.

Pan Xuan looked at Houtu and saw a certain expectation glimmering in her mild gaze. She said softly:

"When I watched you use Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light just now, I felt an inexplicable sensation... as though this divine ability would be of great use to me.

The feeling is strange, and I cannot explain it. I simply want to try."

Di Jiang frowned slightly and looked toward Zhu Jiuyin.

Zhu Jiuyin pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Houtu's senses have always been keen. Since she feels this way, there is no harm in trying."

Pan Xuan nodded. "Sister Houtu, please stand still."

Houtu stepped forward, stood before Pan Xuan, and closed her eyes, her expression serene.

Pan Xuan took a deep breath and once again drew upon that power deep within his soul.

This time, he was even more solemn than before, because he could sense that something within Houtu seemed to resonate with his Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light.

He extended a finger. Golden light gathered at its tip, more dazzling and brilliant than before.

"Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light."

The golden light transformed into a pillar of radiance that shone upon Houtu's brow.

Houtu's entire body jolted.

Yet unlike Zhu Rong, her reaction was far more intense.

The instant the golden light entered her brow, her whole body began to tremble, and an unusual radiance emanated from her.

That light was unlike her usual heavy, steady aura. It was... clear and bright, like the light of something newly born.

Houtu's brows furrowed slightly, as though she were enduring some pain, yet also undergoing some kind of transformation.

Her breathing quickened, and the aura around her began to fluctuate violently, alternately strong and weak, bright and dim.

"Houtu!" Di Jiang's expression changed, and he was about to step forward.

Zhu Jiuyin grabbed him, his voice hoarse but resolute. "Don't move. She is transforming."

Di Jiang froze and looked at Zhu Jiuyin.

Zhu Jiuyin's cloudy old eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, as though he had witnessed something utterly unimaginable.

"What is it?" Xuan Ming also sensed that something was wrong and asked coldly.

Zhu Jiuyin did not answer. He merely stared fixedly at Houtu. Those eyes that could see through the river of time seemed frozen in place.

After a long while, the abnormal change around Houtu finally began to subside.

The layer of radiance surrounding her slowly withdrew and merged into her body.

Her breathing became steady, her brow relaxed, and she seemed... somehow different.

Pan Xuan withdrew his finger, his face pale now.

This use of Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light had nearly drained all his mental strength. It had taken more than ten times the effort of using it on Zhu Rong.

Yet he paid no attention to resting and only looked at Houtu with concern. "Sister Houtu, how... how do you feel?"

Houtu did not answer.

Her eyes remained closed, as though she were sensing something.

The dense aura of the earth laws still surrounded her, but within that aura was something that had never been there before.

Something clear, agile, like a new sprout breaking through the soil.

Suddenly, Houtu opened her eyes.

Those eyes had changed.

Houtu's eyes had once been dark brown, heavy as the earth itself, gentle and steady.

But now, there was a crystalline gleam within them, as if a spring had welled up from the depths of the earth—clear to the bottom and filled with life.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice carried incredulous delight. "I... I can feel a primordial spirit."

Those words exploded through Pangu Hall like a clap of thunder.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, including the still-gasping Pan Xuan, were all stunned.

"What?" Di Jiang was the first to react. His resolute face was filled with shock. "Houtu, what did you say?"

Houtu turned to face Di Jiang. Tears shimmered in those eyes now gleaming with crystalline light.

Her voice trembled, but every word was incomparably clear:

"Brother Di Jiang, I... I can feel a primordial spirit.

Within my Niwan Palace, a ball of spiritual light is gathering.

Though that light is weak, I can feel it. It is growing, strengthening, and..."

She paused, took a deep breath, and spoke the word that every Ancestral Witch found impossible to believe:

"It is being born."

A deathly silence fell over Pangu Hall.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, twelve supreme rulers of heaven and earth born from Pangu's essence blood, all stood rooted to the spot, unable to utter a single word.

A primordial spirit.

For the Witch Clan, it was a term both familiar and alien.

Familiar, because they knew that most living beings between heaven and earth possessed primordial spirits.

Those who cultivated the Dao, those creatures of the Primordial World, all used their primordial spirits to bear their cultivation and communicate with the laws of heaven and earth.

Alien, because the Witch Clan had no primordial spirits.

Father God Pangu had opened heaven and earth, transforming his body into all things.

His essence blood became the Twelve Ancestral Witches, scattered across the land before eventually gathering beneath Mount Buzhou.

Mount Buzhou was formed from Father God Pangu's spine, the pillar supporting the heavens.

Beneath Mount Buzhou was the place where baleful energy between heaven and earth was at its densest.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had gestated beneath Mount Buzhou, absorbing endless amounts of heaven and earth's baleful energy.

Though this granted them powerful bodies and unmatched combat strength, it also made it impossible for them to give birth to primordial spirits.

This was the Witch Clan's greatest flaw, and the eternal pain in their hearts.

Without primordial spirits, they could not truly comprehend the Heavenly Dao or reach that supreme realm.

No matter how powerful the Witch Clan became, they could only take the path of the physical body to its utmost limit, forever unable to touch the foundation of the Great Dao.

Yet now, Houtu had actually said that she had given birth to a primordial spirit?

"That is impossible!" Qiangliang was the first to leap forward, his sharp face filled with disbelief.

"We were born from Father God's essence blood and gestated beneath Mount Buzhou by absorbing baleful energy. That is rooted in our very foundation—how could it be changed?"

Xizi also shook his head. "Houtu, could you have sensed it incorrectly? Our Witch Clan has never possessed primordial spirits. How could you suddenly have one?"

Shebishi pondered aloud, "Could Pan Xuan's Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light have caused some kind of illusion?

After all, Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light can improve comprehension. Perhaps it sharpened your senses and made you mistakenly believe that you had sensed a primordial spirit."