Primordial World's Cleaners

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had reached their decision. What remained was how to carry it out.

Di Jiang rose to his feet, his resolute face filled with determination.

He swept his gaze over everyone present and said in a deep voice, "Since that is the case, we shall act according to Brother Pan Xuan's plan.

"Starting tomorrow, the twelve of us will take turns going out to secretly gather the bodies of those from the three clans who died in battle and bring them back to the blood pool.

"At the same time, we will absorb the baleful qi between heaven and earth to strengthen ourselves."

He paused and looked at Pan Xuan. "Brother Pan Xuan, you will remain in Pangu Hall.

"Although your cultivation has reached the mid-stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal and you possess the Primordial Heaven-Measuring Ruler, you have only recently taken form.

"The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans are powerful, with eyes and ears spread throughout heaven and earth. It would not be wise for you to appear in their sight."

Zhu Rong nodded as well. "Brother Di Jiang is right.

"Brother Pan Xuan, just stay peacefully in Pangu Hall and wait for us to return.

"The matters outside can be handled by the twelve of us."

For once, Gong Gong did not argue with Zhu Rong. He said solemnly, "Your Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light still needs time to recover. This is the perfect time for you to rest and recuperate in the hall.

"Once you have recovered, Houtu will still need your help."

As Pan Xuan looked at the Ancestral Witches who were thinking of his well-being, a warm current rose in his heart.

He knew they were protecting him.

Pangu Hall was protected by the Father God's legacy and could conceal one's aura. It was the safest place in all heaven and earth.

Outside, meanwhile, was the battlefield of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, fraught with danger.

They wanted him to remain in the hall because they feared he would encounter danger.

Pan Xuan rose and bowed to the Ancestral Witches before speaking calmly.

"Elder brothers and elder sisters, Pan Xuan appreciates your kindness. However..."

He raised his head, his gaze clear and resolute. "Pan Xuan believes that rather than hiding in the hall, it would be better to go out together with all of you."

Zhu Rong froze, then hurriedly said, "Brother Pan Xuan, it's dangerous out there..."

Pan Xuan shook his head with a smile. "Brother Zhu Rong, Pan Xuan knows that you mean well.

"However, Pan Xuan has something to say. Please hear me out, elder brothers and elder sisters."

Standing with his hands behind his back, he spoke in a clear voice.

"Pan Xuan was formed from the Father God's righteous qi. I possess the Righteous Vitality Formula, the Merit Profound Yellow Dharma Aspect, and the Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light, as well as the Primordial Heaven-Measuring Ruler.

"If I remain hidden in the hall forever, how will these three divine abilities be tempered?

"How will I learn to wield the Primordial Heaven-Measuring Ruler? How will my cultivation progress?"

He paused before continuing, "Moreover, Pan Xuan will have to enter the world sooner or later.

"The Father God did not nurture me so that I could hide in Pangu Hall and cling to a peaceful existence.

"Since I must eventually face the storms of this world, what harm is there in going out earlier to see them for myself?"

The Ancestral Witches looked at one another, all pondering Pan Xuan's words.

Pan Xuan continued, "Besides, this trip is not meant to bring us into direct conflict with the three clans. We will only act at the edges of their battlefields.

"With all of you accompanying me, elder brothers and elder sisters, what do I have to fear?

"With the Twelve Ancestral Witches here, who in heaven and earth can harm me?"

By the end, there was a trace of heroic spirit in his tone, along with absolute trust in the strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Pan Xuan's words stirred Zhu Rong's blood. He slapped Pan Xuan on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

"Well said! With the twelve of us here, who would dare touch even a hair on your head?

"Brother Pan Xuan, come with us. Your brother will protect you!"

Gong Gong also smiled for once. "Brother Pan Xuan has a point.

"Always hiding in the hall truly is not a long-term solution. Since you must go out sooner or later, sooner is better than later."

Even a trace of approval flashed across Xuan Ming's icy face. "You have courage. In that case, we shall go together."

Houtu looked at Pan Xuan, her eyes full of gratification. She said softly, "Little Brother Pan Xuan is right.

"He is one of the Witch Clan. Sooner or later, he must walk this world.

"Rather than letting him face it alone in the future, it is better for us to take him with us now and let him gradually become familiar with this world."

Di Jiang pondered for a moment before finally nodding. "Good. In that case, Brother Pan Xuan will go out with us. However..."

He looked at Pan Xuan, his tone grave. "If danger arises, you must stand behind us.

"Before we have fallen, you are not allowed to make a move."

Warmth filled Pan Xuan's heart, and he nodded. "Pan Xuan understands."

Houtu stepped forward and gently patted his shoulder. "Little Brother Pan Xuan, you are our younger brother. Protecting you is only natural. Do not feel indebted to us."

Xuan Ming also spoke, a rare occurrence. Her voice was cold, but it carried a hint of concern. "Little Brother Pan Xuan, just stay close."

Pan Xuan looked at the two female Ancestral Witches.

Houtu was gentle as water, while Xuan Ming was cold as ice, yet both cared for him in their own ways.

A warm current surged through his heart, and he nodded firmly.

Thus, from that day onward, a strange sight appeared across the Primordial World.

The battlefields of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans were mostly chosen in places where the baleful qi between heaven and earth was at its densest.

The three clans had contended for supremacy through countless epochs. Each had its own sphere of influence and its own battlefields.

When the Dragon Clan fought the Phoenix Clan, their battles were often held at the boundaries between heaven and earth;

when the Dragon Clan fought the Qilin Clan, they were often held beside rivers, lakes, and seas;

when the Phoenix Clan fought the Qilin Clan, they were often held amid towering mountains and ridges.

At the edges of these battlefields, thirteen figures would always appear.

They never interfered in the battles of the three clans. They merely stood silently at a distance, watching the slaughter.

Once the fighting ended and the three clans retreated, they would take away the important bodies of their fallen clansmen.

Those were the core members of each clan, possessing precious bloodlines. They could never be allowed to fall into outsiders' hands.

Only then would those figures stroll forward and collect, one by one, the bodies of ordinary clansmen left behind on the battlefield.

Not only that, they would sit cross-legged at the battlefield's edge and absorb the dense baleful qi permeating heaven and earth.

To ordinary living beings, that baleful qi was poison and filth. One would be injured upon contact and perish upon exposure.

Yet these thirteen figures seemed to be like fish in water. As the baleful qi poured into their bodies, it not only caused them no harm, but made their auras increasingly powerful.

Each of the thirteen figures had distinct characteristics.

At the forefront stood a man with a resolute face. The power of space faintly circulated around him, and even the air beside him seemed several degrees deeper than elsewhere.

When he stood there, he was like an immovable mountain.

Behind him was a burly man with red hair and a red beard. Firelight flickered faintly around his body, as if he might burst into flames at any moment.

This burly man had the boldest temperament. Whenever he collected bodies, he was always carefree and rough, grabbing them up and tossing them into the space he carried with him.

Beside him stood a black-haired, black-bearded man with a sinister expression, his body surrounded by misty water vapor, forming a stark contrast to the other.

The two always bickered while they worked, arguing endlessly, yet they never delayed their task.

There was also a cold and beautiful woman in white, with white hair and an icy aura that kept others from approaching.

She worked with the greatest efficiency. With a sweep of her slender hand, the corpses would be frozen by the cold qi around her and neatly stored away.

The most eye-catching of all was a dignified woman in a yellow dress.

Her aura was the most heavy and steady, as if she were the earth itself, embracing all things.

She never competed with the burly men. She merely stood quietly to one side, watching them work.

Occasionally, she would softly say a few words, and the burly men would quiet down and follow her instructions.

At the very center of these people stood a young man.

The young man's face was as fine as carved jade, his features handsome and elegant. His black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall, while faint golden light flowed around him.

His bearing was gentle as jade, yet it also carried a vast, righteous air that naturally inspired goodwill at first sight.

Unlike the other twelve, this young man never personally collected corpses, nor did he absorb baleful qi.

He merely stood among the twelve, quietly watching everything. Occasionally, he would speak to the woman in the yellow dress in low tones.

Standing there, he seemed like nothing more than a young master from an aristocratic family who had come out to travel, protected by his family in the middle of the group and untouched by the dust of the world.

Yet the occasional flash of golden light in his eyes made no one dare underestimate him.

These were Pan Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

After storing several Qilin Clan corpses away, Zhu Rong clapped his hands and laughed loudly.

"Not bad gains today! The physical bodies of these Qilin Clan members are indeed powerful. Once thrown into the blood pool, they will certainly strengthen it considerably!"

Gong Gong snorted. "All you know is brute force.

"Don't you see there are still several Phoenix Clan corpses over there? Hurry up and collect them before some passing rogue cultivators take advantage."

Zhu Rong glared at him, but obediently walked toward the other side anyway.

Xuan Ming had already put away those Phoenix Clan corpses. She said coldly, "Can you two hurry up?

"The baleful qi here is too dense. Though staying here for long does us no harm, Little Brother Pan Xuan is still with us."

Hearing this, Houtu looked toward Pan Xuan and asked softly, "Little Brother Pan Xuan, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Pan Xuan shook his head with a smile. "Rest assured, Sister Houtu. The Righteous Vitality Formula protects my body, and no evil can invade me. This little bit of baleful qi cannot harm me."

Houtu smiled faintly and nodded. "That is good."