The Witch Race Creates a Grand Formation; Hongjun Attains Sainthood

At his words, Zhou Yi pondered for a while before slowly explaining, "Ever since learning that our Witch Race faced a crisis, I had been thinking of a way to save us. After a hundred years of research, I finally created a grand formation. I call it the Witch-Creation Formation!"

"Oh? The Witch-Creation Formation?" Dijiang and the other Ancestral Shamans stirred inwardly and nodded, continuing to listen.

"The members of our Witch Race are born when the foul and turbid qi between Heaven and Earth gathers Capital Heaven Fiendish Qi, giving rise to spiritual intelligence and allowing them to take form. This Witch-Creation Formation can gather the foul, turbid, and fiendish qi across the Primordial Wilderness, producing Witch clansmen. Thus, the cycle can continue without end, flourishing ceaselessly!"

"Oh?" Dijiang was greatly astonished, then burst into laughter. "If such a formation truly exists, then our Witch Race need not fear those demons!"

"However..." Zhou Yi shook his head with a bitter smile. "This formation is still being calculated. With my current cultivation, I cannot set up such a formation. Moreover, you ancestors do not cultivate the Primordial Spirit and possess only powerful physical bodies. I imagine you do not know much about the Dao of formations either. How, then, can this formation be arranged?"

Zhou Yi had considered every angle. He had investigated the Witch Race and found that, aside from an anomaly like himself, not a single one of them was proficient in formations. Naturally, he assumed that the Twelve Ancestral Shamans did not understand this Dao either. Little did he know that one of the Primordial Wilderness's greatest formations, the Twelve Divine Fiendish Capital Formation, had been created by the Twelve Ancestral Shamans themselves. Thus, not everything he had predicted was correct.

"Ha!" Dijiang laughed, exchanged glances with the other eleven Ancestral Shamans, and said with a half-smile, "How do you know that the twelve of us do not understand the Dao of formations?"

"Hm?" Zhou Yi's face showed shock upon hearing this, swiftly followed by immense delight. With his intelligence, how could he fail to grasp the meaning behind Dijiang's words? He immediately asked, "Could it be that you ancestors are also proficient in formations?"

Seeing Dijiang and the other eleven nod, Zhou Yi could not help but rejoice. "Then the day of our Witch Race's prosperity is not far off!"

At this moment, Zhou Yi was beyond excited. He had deduced the Witch-Creation Formation himself, and no one understood its power better than him. It could gather all the foul, turbid, and fiendish qi across the Primordial Wilderness and produce Witch clansmen without limit. Moreover, it was cyclical. After Witches died, they would turn into the foul, turbid, and fiendish qi of Heaven and Earth, ultimately returning to their origin and flowing back into the Witch-Creation Formation. This truly was endless life and unceasing renewal!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yi could no longer wait to tell the Twelve Ancestral Shamans about his deductions of the formation!

Having obtained Zhou Yi's deduced Witch-Creation Formation, the Ancestral Shamans immediately sensed its profundity. Endless supreme principles and laws were thoroughly revealed by the formation. The twelve exchanged looks, all somewhat astonished, before sighing in wonder. Who would have thought that Zhou Yi could deduce such an abstruse formation?

After their astonishment came furrowed brows. Although the Twelve Ancestral Shamans understood the Dao of formations and had created one of the world's supreme formations, the Twelve Divine Fiendish Capital Formation, that was because they had been transformed from Pangu's essence blood, and their combined selves possessed something akin to a fused innate divine ability.

It was only because of this that they had some understanding of the Dao of formations.

The formation Zhou Yi had deduced now was no inferior to the Twelve Divine Fiendish Capital Formation. Yet with their understanding of formations, arranging it would still be extraordinarily difficult!

However, when they thought of the future of the Witch Race, the Twelve Ancestral Shamans made up their minds. They would enter seclusion together and jointly arrange this formation!

And so, a full three thousand six hundred years passed!

On this day, more than a dozen bursts of laughter suddenly rang out from the Ancestral Shaman Hall, which had been silent for over three thousand years. Immediately afterward, countless streams of foul, turbid, and fiendish qi from Heaven and Earth surged together, all gathering in the sky above the Ancestral Shaman Hall. A massive vortex formed from the foul, turbid, and fiendish qi stood suspended in the air, then condensed into countless black silhouettes...

These black silhouettes were the Witch clansmen created by the Witch-Creation Formation. Yet though the foul, turbid, and fiendish qi of Heaven and Earth carried an imposing aura, the cultivation of the condensed Witch clansmen was not high. Not one of them could even be considered to have reached the Body Refining Stage!

Even so, the Twelve Ancestral Shamans were thrilled. Low cultivation and having no clansmen at all were entirely different matters. Low cultivation could be remedied through later training, but if there were not even clansmen to cultivate, what was there left to discuss?

From then on, the Witch Race had created the Witch-Creation Formation and gained the foundation to contend with the Demon Race...

After the three races withdrew from the world, the Primordial Wilderness had remained peaceful for over twenty thousand years. With the Witch Race's creation of the Witch-Creation Formation, a new era had arrived!

"The Witch Race has created the Witch-Creation Formation. Conflict will soon arise across the Primordial Wilderness. Hongjun's attainment of the Dao should not be far away either!"

On Two Sages Island, within a bamboo house amid a bamboo grove, Mu Jizi sat cross-legged on a woven grass cushion, his expression calm and indifferent. His gaze was distant as he watched the endless foul, turbid, and fiendish qi outside the bamboo house gather in the direction of Mount Buzhou. Within his heart, it was as though a stone had struck the lake's surface, sending ripples spreading outward...

Though his body was on an island in the North Sea at this moment, his heart had long drifted to an infinitely distant place!

The Witch Race had created its grand formation, and the Heavenly Dao had become clear. Based on records from later generations, Mu Jizi knew that Hongjun would soon attain the Dao, establish his lineage, and appoint Saints to their positions. From then on, it would be an age ruled by the Saints...

A thousand years later...

A ripple suddenly spread through Heaven and Earth. The majesty of the Heavenly Dao drifted outward like dense mist. Above the Primordial Wilderness, boundless innate spiritual qi surged together, then poured in rolling waves toward the countless living beings upon the earth. Endless living beings received immense benefits: some gained spiritual intelligence, some transformed into form, and countless others advanced further in cultivation! Having received such great blessings, all living beings bowed sincerely toward the void in gratitude!

At this moment, every great mighty figure in the Primordial Wilderness emerged from their abodes and raised their heads toward the void. They saw auspicious clouds rolling across the sky billions of miles above, vast beyond measure, covering the entire Primordial Wilderness!

What a scene of Heaven and Earth displaying auspicious signs! Dragons and phoenixes formed from innate spiritual power cried together, celestial maidens scattered flowers, immortal cranes spread their wings, golden lotuses bloomed one after another, and countless laws and principles transformed into living beings, bowing toward the heavens as if kneeling before the sovereign of all Heaven and Earth!

Hongjun's attainment of the Dao and ascension to sainthood in a single day was truly extraordinary. Even in later generations, when figures like the Three Pure Ones attained sainthood while bearing the immense merit of opening Heaven, they would still be like fireflies before a blazing moon compared to this—utterly beyond comparison!

The great mighty figures were immediately shocked, their faces filled with horror. This spectacle was truly extraordinary, and so they all began calculating with their fingers. The Heavenly Dao was utterly clear; with only the slightest deduction, they all understood!

Then, a sound that shook the soul suddenly exploded!

"I have attained the Dao. A hundred years from now, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, within the chaos, I shall open a Purple Cloud Palace to expound the Dao. All those with affinity may come and listen!"

The thunderous voice seemed to come from the distant horizon, yet it also sounded like a soft whisper beside their ears. Every great supernatural cultivator was shaken to the core, their astonishment beyond measure!

He had become a Saint! Dao Ancestor Hongjun had finally become a Saint! From this day forth, a new page had been turned in the history of the Primordial Wilderness...

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