Hearing that Mount Buzhou would eventually be toppled, and that the Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers could obtain Pangu Jade Marrow because of it, did not make them happy. Instead, sorrow appeared on their faces.
Dijiang directly asked Chen Xuan, "Uncle, is there any way to prevent Mount Buzhou from being toppled? It is the blessing Father God left for the Primordial World, the only thing we Pangu descendants have left to hold onto."
Dijiang's words won the approval of the other Ancestral Sorcerers, and even the Three Pure Ones nodded in agreement. After all, the Three Pure Ones now also considered themselves descendants of Pangu.
Chen Xuan merely shook his head calmly and said, "What Brother Pangu left you was far more than just Mount Buzhou."
"The entire Primordial World was transformed from Brother Pangu. As Pangu's descendants, what you must protect is not merely Mount Buzhou, but the entire Primordial World."
"I brought the Three Pure Ones here this time for two reasons. First, to help your Witch Race flourish and gain the strength to contend against the Demon Race."
"Second, to use your body-tempering methods to help the Three Pure Ones refine their physical bodies. After all, no matter how powerful the primordial spirit is, if the physical body cannot match it, everything will ultimately come to nothing."
As he spoke, Chen Xuan turned his palm upward. Three drops of brilliant crimson blood appeared in his hand.
At the sight of those three drops of crimson blood, the Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers' eyes widened. Zhu Rong was the first to speak.
"Father God's essence blood? Didn't they say Father God only had twelve drops of essence blood, which ultimately became us Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers?"
Chen Xuan looked at Zhu Rong and said, "Take a closer look. What exactly is the