Million Living Beings

The Far Northern Lands lay buried beneath ice and snow all year round, its environment incomparably harsh.

Not only was spiritual energy scarce here, but terrifying frigid storms often ravaged the land. Ordinary living beings simply could not survive in such a place.

Even Kirinkind, entrenched in the Northern and Central Continents, disdained to claim it.

Yet precisely because of this, it had become a refuge for many weak living beings fleeing the flames of war between the three clans.

Within a hidden ice valley.

Several hundred living beings of all shapes and forms huddled together, shivering.

Among them were plant spirits that had yet to fully take human form, low-cultivation beasts, and even several birds with ragged feathers.

"Patriarch, how much longer must we hide here?"

A white-furred, ape-like creature asked the elder at the front in a trembling voice.

The elder was a ten-thousand-year snow ginseng that had taken human form. His cultivation had barely reached the early Golden Immortal realm, making him the strongest among this group.

The elder sighed, his eyes filled with despair. "Hide? Where can we hide? Outside, the three clans are fighting until heaven collapses and earth splits apart. Rogue Cultivators like us will be nothing but cannon fodder if we go out. This ice valley may be bitterly cold, but at least it can preserve our lives."

"But... but it's too cold here. If this continues, everyone will freeze to death."

Just as the living beings sank into despair, ripples suddenly spread through the void above the ice valley.

"Who goes there?!"

The elder's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly summoned a walking stick and shielded the living beings behind him.

Three figures slowly stepped out of the void.

The young man at their head wore azure robes and had strikingly handsome features. Not a trace of mana fluctuation emanated from him, yet he gave off an unfathomable feeling, as deep as an abyss and vast as the sea.

At his side stood two peerless women, one on each side. The woman in black merely swept them a casual glance, and the frigid storm around them—cold enough to freeze a Golden Immortal to death—instantly subsided.

"A... a great power!"

The elder's legs gave way, and he fell straight to his knees.

Though he could not see through the cultivation of these three, the pressure rising from the depths of his soul was countless times more terrifying than the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal he had once glimpsed from afar!

"Forgive us for failing to recognize your arrival, Senior!"

The several hundred living beings behind the elder also dropped to their knees in unison, trembling like chaff in a sieve.

Dijiang looked at these pitiful living beings, and a trace of compassion flashed through his eyes.

This was the reality at the bottom of the Primordial World. Beneath the crushing weight of the calamity, even survival had become a luxury.

"Rise."

Dijiang's voice was gentle, yet it carried an unquestionable force as it lifted the living beings to their feet.

"I am Dijiang, of Pangu's orthodox lineage, an Ancestral Witch."

"Seeing the living beings of the Primordial World suffering so grievously, I have come here to offer you a place of refuge. Are you willing to follow me to Mount Buzhou?"

"Mount Buzhou?!"

The elder abruptly raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief.

Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of Great God Pangu. It was the most sacred place in the Primordial World!

But Pangu's pressure there was overwhelming. Ordinary living beings could not even approach it, much less survive there.

"Senior... is what you said true? Can we truly go to Mount Buzhou?" the elder asked, his voice shaking.

"Since Big Brother has said so, it is naturally true."

Houtu stepped forward. A gentle smile rested on her peerlessly beautiful face, and a thread of pure Earth Origin spread out, instantly dispelling the chill within the living beings' bodies.

"Mount Buzhou may possess immense pressure, but we have a way to let you settle down and make a living there. So long as you do not take the initiative to cause trouble, no one will dare touch even a hair on your heads."

Feeling the dense yet warm aura emanating from Houtu, the elder no longer harbored any doubts. Tears streamed down his aged face in excitement.

"Thank you for your immense grace, Seniors! We are willing to follow you unto death!"

Dijiang nodded and swept his sleeve. Space Law circulated, and he directly collected the several hundred living beings.

Dijiang had been born with mastery over Space Law. To him, a technique like Cosmos in the Sleeve was mere child's play; with only a little contemplation, he could comprehend it.

"Let's go. To the next place."

Over the next several thousand years, Dijiang and the other two traveled through every corner of the Northern Continent.

Relying on their powerful divine senses and Space Law, they could always accurately locate those Rogue Cultivators and weak living beings hiding in the shadows and struggling bitterly to survive.

So long as the other party's character was not wicked and their minds had not been completely clouded by Tribulation Aura, Dijiang would extend an olive branch to them.

When faced with the brink of life and death, the overwhelming majority of living beings chose to follow without hesitation.

Naturally, some harbored doubts, while others had already been corroded by Tribulation Aura and had become violent and bloodthirsty. Dijiang did not force such beings; he simply turned and left.

Meanwhile, the Ancestral Witches in the other three directions were doing the same.

With Time Law, Zhu Jiuyin could always foresee danger in advance. He led Zhu Rong and Tian Wu through the Western Continent, rescuing great numbers of marginal living beings while following Dijiang's instructions and never venturing deep into the Western Continent.

Gonggong's group gathered many birds and beasts along the edge of the Southern Continent, those who had been expelled by the Phoenix Clan for refusing to join the war.

Qiang Liang and his companions were even more simple and direct. Whenever they encountered Rogue Cultivators being bullied by the Dragon Clan in the Eastern Continent, they would directly beat the Dragon Clan away, then pack up the Rogue Cultivators and take them with them.

Ten thousand years later.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the land that had once been desolate and lonely was now bustling with activity.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches returned one after another and released all the living beings they had gathered.

A rough count revealed that there were several million of them!

Though these living beings generally did not possess high cultivation, with most ranging from Celestial Immortal to Golden Immortal, they made up for it with their great variety and their fervent gratitude and reverence toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Big Brother, everyone has been brought back. How should we settle them now?"

Zhu Rong looked at the dense mass of living beings below and scratched his head.

Mount Buzhou's Pangu pressure was no joke. Without protection, these living beings' Primordial Spirits would collapse under the pressure before long.

Dijiang stood in the air and gazed down below, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes.

"Set up the formation."

His hands rapidly formed seals. Within his sea of consciousness, the Creation Jade Disk spun rapidly, cascading down ten thousand rays of light.

"Take Mount Buzhou as the formation eye, draw upon the earth-vein energy of Mount Buzhou, and establish the Spirit-Gathering Formation!"

At Dijiang's command, the other eleven Ancestral Witches immediately understood and flew toward eleven positions around Mount Buzhou.

"Rumble!"

The auras of Dijiang and the others surged into the heavens, producing an intense resonance with Mount Buzhou's earth veins.

An enormous formation spanning hundreds of millions of li slowly took shape.

This formation not only shut out Mount Buzhou's terrifying Pangu pressure, but also madly gathered the spiritual energy drifting between heaven and earth, creating a blessed grotto-heaven of dense spiritual energy within its bounds.

"From this day onward, you may settle here and cultivate in peace."

Dijiang's voice rang beside the ears of the several million living beings, like the voice of heaven itself.

"We thank the Ancestral Witches for your great grace!"

Several million living beings knelt in worship together, their voices shaking the nine heavens.

At the instant they bowed, an invisible force of fortune rose from their bodies, gathering into a river that circled above Mount Buzhou before finally merging into the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

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