Primordial Golden Immortal!

"Forget it."

Hongjun sighed softly, his tone carrying a trace of regret. "Though we failed to settle the world in a single battle, after this conflict, the three clans have lost more than half their foundations. Luo Hou is severely wounded as well and will need time to recover."

"Once the Four Swords of Immortal Execution and the formation diagram have finished their tempering, and all preparations are complete, the three of them will ultimately be unable to escape their fate of falling."

"The great tide of Heaven's Way cannot be reversed. A few minor twists and turns are of no consequence."

Hongjun closed his eyes again. Pure qi swirled around him as he once more entered a state of meditation as still as an ancient well without ripples.

"I shall wait in silence. When that devil emerges once more to slaughter the Primordial World, it will be the time for this poor Daoist to act on Heaven's behalf."

The Primordial World did not count the years. In the blink of an eye, several tens of thousands of years drifted by.

Outside, because the leaders of the three clans and Luo Hou had all been severely wounded in that earth-shaking battle, the Primordial Wilderness Continent, once drenched in blood from endless warfare, unusually entered a strange period of calm.

The elites of the three clans all retreated into the Four Seas, Mount Undying Volcano, and Qilin Cliff, sealing their clan-protecting grand formations tightly as they licked their wounds. Meanwhile, Mount Sumeru in the west was shrouded in endless devil clouds, without the slightest movement.

Yet beneath this tranquility, an ultimate storm capable of destroying heaven and earth was brewing.

Deep within Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou.

Above the blood pool, Dijiang sat cross-legged in the air. No earth-shaking aura emanated from his body; even his breathing and heartbeat seemed to have completely stopped.

Yet within his sea of consciousness, a frenzied deduction as vast as the opening of heaven and earth was underway.

"A Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal transcends the River of Time, remains imperishable through ten thousand tribulations, and once proven, remains proven forever. But what lies beyond the Great Firmament Realm?"

Dijiang's tiny Primordial Spirit sat with its eyes tightly shut, the Creation Jade Disk floating above its head.

"I understand!"

"The Law-Proving Path is to transform the laws one has comprehended from merely borrowing the power of heaven and earth into true control, ultimately condensing within one's body a Law Dao Fruit unique to oneself!"

Having understood this layer, Dijiang no longer hesitated.

He activated the Creation Jade Disk with all his strength. Using the Creation Law and deductive power contained within the Jade Disc, he began frantically dismantling and reconstructing the Space Law he controlled.

Space Folding, Space Severing, Spatial Imprisonment, Spatial Teleportation...

Countless profound insights into space flowed through his heart.

At the same time, the vast Pangu Blood Pool below seemed to sense his transformation. The boiling Pangu Essence Blood turned into crimson blood-qi dragons that continuously drilled into his body, providing him with the terrifying foundation needed to charge toward a higher realm.

Crack—

No one knew how much time had passed when a crisp sound, as though some kind of shackle had snapped, suddenly rang out from within Dijiang's body.

Immediately afterward, the tiny Primordial Spirit in his sea of consciousness abruptly brought its hands together. Countless silver divine inscriptions of the Space Law frantically gathered and compressed, finally condensing at its brow into a silver crystal no larger than a soybean, yet radiating an eternal and indestructible aura!

Nascent Spatial Dao Fruit!

Boom!

The instant the Dao Fruit condensed, Dijiang's tightly shut eyes flew open.

A terrifying pressure surpassing that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal swept through the entire Pangu Hall like a hurricane, centered on him!

The void around him completely lost its normal state at that moment.

Time stagnated here, and space overlapped here.

He was clearly sitting there, yet he seemed to exist in hundreds of millions of different dimensions at once, making it impossible for anyone to lock onto his true body.

Primordial Golden Immortal!

In other words, the Quasi-Saint Realm later defined after Hongjun preached the Dao!

"Hoo..."

Dijiang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. That breath directly sliced a spatial rift stretching ten thousand zhang through the void.

With a thought, he retracted his aura, and the distorted space around him instantly returned to calm.

"So this is the power of a Primordial Golden Immortal? As expected, before such power, Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals are merely slightly sturdier ants."

Dijiang clenched his fist, sensing the immense power within him that seemed capable of crushing stars with ease. A satisfied curve touched the corner of his mouth.

The commotion from his breakthrough had been too great. The other eleven Ancestral Witches, who had been cultivating in seclusion outside the hall, were all jolted awake.

"Big Brother! You... you broke through?!"

Zhu Rong's eyes widened as he stared at Dijiang walking out from the depths of the blood pool.

Although Dijiang currently looked like an ordinary mortal without any cultivation, Zhu Rong, as a Late Great Principal cultivator, instinctively felt his heart tremble in terror. It was as though a single glance from his eldest brother could erase him completely.

The River of Time churned wildly in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, yet he discovered in horror that he could no longer see through Dijiang at all. His eldest brother's figure seemed to have become an absolute taboo within the River of Time!

"I merely took that step by luck."

Dijiang looked at his younger brothers and sisters and smiled faintly, without concealing anything. "Beyond the Great Firmament Realm lies what I call the Primordial Golden Immortal. I have condensed a Nascent Spatial Dao Fruit and gained complete control over the Space Law."

"Primordial Golden Immortal? Law Dao Fruit?"

The Ancestral Witches listened as though intoxicated, their eyes filled with fervor and longing.

"Correct." Dijiang walked to the jade platform and sat down, his expression turning solemn. "Today, I will explain this path of Law-Proving to you. Each of you was born wielding a Great Dao law. This is the unique advantage granted to us Ancestral Witches by heaven, and we must not squander it!"

Over the next several hundred years, Dijiang held nothing back as he imparted to the eleven Ancestral Witches his insights from breaking through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, as well as the methods of law cultivation he had deduced with the Creation Jade Disk.

With Dijiang's successful example lighting the way ahead, Zhu Jiuyin, Houtu, and the others finally gained a clear direction for their cultivation and no longer blindly absorbed spiritual qi.

Just as the Twelve Ancestral Witches steadily raised their strength within Pangu Hall.

Eastern Sea Dragon Palace.

Dragging his battered and broken dragon body behind him, Ancestral Dragon finally fled back to the Crystal Palace.

"Big Brother!"

Candle Dragon, who had remained behind to guard the Dragon Palace, saw Ancestral Dragon's miserable state and was so horrified that his liver and gall seemed to split apart. He hurried forward to support him while pouring enormous quantities of innate spiritual medicines and Three Lights Divine Water into Ancestral Dragon as though they cost nothing.

Only after several full months did Ancestral Dragon's life force, which had been on the verge of collapse, barely stabilize.

He slowly opened his eyes. The eyes that had once been majestic and domineering were now filled with deep exhaustion and despair.

"Big Brother, is Luo Hou truly that terrifying? Even the three of you joining hands..." Candle Dragon's voice trembled.

Ancestral Dragon bitterly shook his head. "The Sword Formation of Immortal Execution truly is terrifying beyond measure... Had that sword formation already been fully perfected, the three of us would have died on Mount Sumeru long ago."

"When he recovers and emerges from seclusion..."

"It is over... My Dragon Clan is finished."

Ancestral Dragon gave a bitter laugh as two streams of murky tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"Big Brother, why not go all out against him? Luo Hou is seriously wounded as well. As long as we kill him, we can still survive."

Candle Dragon spoke his suggestion.

Ancestral Dragon said nothing, merely shaking his head.

"Candle Dragon, convey my final Dragon Emperor Edict..."