Lying Low on Mount Buzhou for a Thousand Years

[First hundred years: the physical body can gain 40% mastery of the Spatial Law.]

[Second hundred years: the physical body can gain 50% mastery of the Spatial Law.]

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[Eighth hundred years: the physical body can gain 90% mastery of the Spatial Law.]

[Ninth hundred years: Godslaying Spear can be obtained.]

[Tenth hundred years: a secret Witch Clan art for cultivating the primordial spirit can be obtained.]

After putting on two emperor-level performances, Dijiang successfully lay low for a thousand years.

Not only had his strength reached the late Quasi-Sage stage, but he had also obtained the baleful treasure, the Godslaying Spear.

Heavenly Dao.

"The Demon Clan's momentum has already accumulated, yet the Witch Clan has shown no movement at all."

"The Three Pure Ones and the Witch Clan are closely connected. They must be sent to investigate."

Inside Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun wore a puzzled expression.

This was because, according to his deductions, everything in the Witch Clan remained normal.

But why had they not occupied the Primordial Wilderness?

That was clearly at odds with their usual conduct.

Pangu Hall.

Twelve supreme thrones stood within the council chamber.

Eleven of them were now occupied by Ancestral Shamans.

Among them.

Ten Ancestral Shamans stared eagerly at Zhu Jiuyin.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed.

During this time, they had not dared disturb Dijiang, fearing they would delay his treatment again.

Yet they watched as Heavenly Emperor Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi used the Heavenly Court's merit to advance from the Mid-Stage Quasi-Saint to the late Quasi-Sage stage.

They began to panic.

For throughout these thousand years, they had made no progress at all.

"Second Brother, didn't you say Eldest Brother would recover in a few hundred years?"

"Exactly. A thousand years have already passed. Other than the Sage Realm's heavens, even the Thirty-Three Heavens are nearly under Demon Clan control."

"We can't wait any longer. We must immediately bring the Primordial Wilderness under our control."

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The Ancestral Shamans looked anxiously at Zhu Jiuyin.

"Eldest Brother ordered us to gather heavenly treasures without stopping. His injuries must be...!"

Zhu Jiuyin was confused as well.

Though the injuries had been severe, they absolutely could not have harmed Dijiang's foundation.

"Must we sit and wait for death as long as Eldest Brother refuses to emerge?"

"The Demon Clan's momentum has already taken shape. If we remain inactive, they will sweep across the world."

"There is nothing left to hesitate over. We must obtain the earth's merit."

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Seeing Zhu Jiuyin still hesitating, the hot-tempered Zhu Rong could no longer stand it.

"Then come with me to see Eldest Brother once more."

Zhu Jiuyin knew.

A thousand years had exhausted every Ancestral Shaman's patience.

There was no point in continuing to suppress them. He might as well visit the Spatial Hall.

"Ancestral Shamans, come in!!!"

When they arrived at the Spatial Hall, its doors opened on their own.

The eleven Ancestral Shamans filed inside.

When they reached Dijiang's side, each of them stood dumbfounded.

For Dijiang was actually standing before a furnace.

Refining pills!!!

Countless shelves stood around him.

The shelves held pills, magical artifacts of every shape, and weapons.

Beyond that, there were all sorts of strange and peculiar objects.

The sight left them dazzled.

"Eldest Brother, don't tell me you spent these thousand years refining pills!!"

Zhu Jiuyin was the first to recover, and he immediately asked.

"That's right. Everything on these shelves is my handiwork."

Dijiang smiled faintly.

The pride in his eyes was completely undisguised.

"You made us wait a thousand years for this?"

With his rough face flushed red, Zhu Rong glared angrily at Dijiang.

"Zhu Rong, do not be disrespectful. Is that any way to speak to Eldest Brother?"

"Second Brother, we waited for him for a thousand years, and this is how he brushes us off."

Zhu Rong was unconvinced when Zhu Jiuyin stopped him.

"Oh? What does Sixth Brother mean by that???"

Dijiang formed hand seals, and the flames beneath the pill furnace burned even more fiercely.

Then, without even turning around, he spoke to Zhu Rong in a careless manner.

For a moment, all the Ancestral Shamans could not help frowning.

Was this truly Dijiang, the Spatial Ancestral Shaman they revered?

Dijiang had not become the leader of the Twelve Ancestor Witches based on birth order.

He had fought his way there entirely through strength.

Moreover, whenever the Witch Clan went to war, Dijiang would always charge at the very front.

It was precisely that valiant, invincible bearing that earned the admiration and recognition of every Ancestral Shaman.

Yet looking at his refined appearance now.

Was this really their eldest brother, who fought against heaven and earth?

"For these thousand years, we have scoured the world for heavenly treasures to treat your injuries."

"Who would have thought you would lose your ambition in trivial pursuits, yet still ask us what we mean?"

Zhu Rong pointed at the objects on the shelves on both sides and angrily rebuked him.

"Losing my ambition in trivial pursuits?"

Dijiang chuckled.

He did not care in the slightest.

Because.

The pill inside his furnace was about to emerge.

Boom!!

The pill furnace exploded, and terrifying flames swept through the surroundings.

Yet under Dijiang's spatial power, the raging flames were directly compressed into a single fire pill.

Then space slowly swallowed it bit by bit.

At the same time.

A purple pill rose from the furnace.

The instant the pill appeared, countless phenomena manifested between heaven and earth.

Purple qi came from the east for thirty thousand li.

Heavenly flowers fell in profusion, while golden lotuses sprang from the earth.

Heavenly maidens accompanied it, and immortal cranes circled overhead.

The pill even carried the chanting of the Great Dao.

For a time, auspicious signs filled the Spatial Hall.

"I can sense the supreme energy contained within this pill. Did Eldest Brother truly refine it himself?"

"This pill contains the power of laws. By Father Pangu, how is that possible?"

"It is too unbelievable. Even Taiqing Saint probably could not refine a pill of this level. Right!!"

As the word "right" fell.

It was accompanied by the sound of cracking glass.

Crack! Crack!!!

Countless cracks visibly spread across the purple pill.

Then, with a crisp sound, the purple pill vanished directly before the Ancestral Shamans' eyes.

"Purple Saint Pill... What a pity!!"

Dijiang sighed.

The Purple Saint Pill's effect was similar to Primordial Purple Qi.

It could help cultivators at the late Quasi-Sage stage break through into the Sage Realm.

However.

Dijiang had refined pills for a full five hundred years, yet not a single one had succeeded.

Even though he now possessed all the abilities of Pangu's Primordial Spirit at the Mid-Stage Quasi-Saint level, refining such a pill remained extraordinarily difficult.

Furthermore, the ingredients were exceedingly precious.

The Primordial Spiritual Roots alone had exhausted every reserve in the Witch Clan.

Refining one pill was already the limit.

"Eldest Brother, we will not waste words with you."

"Since you enjoy refining pills, then go learn from those stinking Daoists and keep refining."

"We are going to contend for supremacy in the Primordial World. We will not stay here and play with you."

Seeing that it had all been a misunderstanding, Zhu Rong's explosive temper flared even harder.

Stop!!

Before Zhu Rong could leave the Spatial Hall, Dijiang called out to him.

"Eldest Brother, if you change your mind now, we will still obey your every command."

"But if you continue playing at pill refining like some fool trying to paint a tiger and ending up with a dog, then do not blame your brothers for refusing to recognize you."

Zhu Rong turned his face aside.

"My Witch Clan will not contend for supremacy in the Primordial World."

"As for the reason... my word is the reason!!!"

A thousand years had passed. He had obtained everything he was supposed to obtain.

Dijiang no longer needed to keep pretending.

As for reasoning with them kindly, Dijiang knew the eleven Ancestral Shamans well enough to know it was useless.

"Ha ha!!"

Zhu Rong laughed in fury. "Dijiang, who do you think you are, daring to decide the Witch Clan's future by yourself?"

"The Demon Clan may have frightened you, but not a single son of the Witch Clan is a coward."

"Move aside. Do not block our path."

"Otherwise???"