The Ancestral Witches Wander, Dijiang Explores Mount Buzhou

Dijiang took a deep breath, cast aside his distracting thoughts, and immediately closed his eyes to concentrate on refining the innate restrictions within the jade disc.

Beside him, the other eleven Ancestral Witches—including Houtu and Zhu Jiuyin—had witnessed with their own eyes their eldest brother's successful transformation and felt the profundity and might belonging to the Innate Dao Body. Their hearts were deeply inspired.

They each quieted their minds, channeling their efforts even more desperately to swallow the spiritual Qi within Pangu Hall as they vied to break out of their blood cocoons at the earliest possible date.

Years seemed to lose all meaning inside Pangu Hall.

The first layer, the fifth layer, the tenth layer...

As time flowed on, Dijiang peeled away the restrictions within the jade disc layer by layer.

When he made one final push to refine the restrictions up to the thirty-sixth layer, his Primordial Spirit suddenly transmitted a wave of intense stagnation, as though crashing into an insurmountable city wall.

Dijiang slowly stopped his movements and opened his eyes.

Thirty-sixth layer... It seems this is already the limit of what a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal can refine. If I wish to advance further, I'm afraid I'll have to break through to the Quasi-Saint Realm.

He was not discouraged, storing the jade disc within his Primordial Spirit to nurture it.

Then, he raised his gaze to scan the great hall, immediately freezing in place.

Before he knew it, the eleven massive blood cocoons inside the hall had vanished, replaced by eleven figures radiating mighty auras.

Even more amusing to Dijiang was that, having their eldest brother as a shining example before them, his younger brothers and sisters had unconsciously used him as a template during their transformations. They cast aside the fierce half-human, half-beast appearances from their inherited memories, all taking on the Innate Dao Body instead.

The males, such as Zhu Jiuyin and Zhu Rong, were all straight-backed, heroic, and dashing youths, while the females, such as Houtu and Xuanming, possessed slender figures and peerless countenances, their brows carrying the same detached coldness and nobility as his own.

Seeing Dijiang wake up, the most hot-tempered of them all, Zhu Rong the Ancestral Witch of Fire, was the first who could hold back no longer. He strode forward, bellowing in a booming voice, "Big Brother, you're finally awake! Aside from bitter cultivation day in and day out in this Pangu Hall, our mouths are practically growing tasteless! How about we go out for a stroll?"

Hearing this, Dijiang did not reply right away, instead turning his gaze toward the calmest among them, Zhu Jiuyin the Ancestral Witch of Time, along with the rest of the group.

Although Zhu Jiuyin and the others had not blustered out loud like Zhu Rong, meeting Dijiang's gaze, their eyes flickered without exception with a strong curiosity, anticipation, and yearning for the outside world.

It was clear that Zhu Rong was merely the one stirring the pot.

Dijiang calculated silently in his heart.

He had never intended to keep his younger brothers and sisters cooped up in Pangu Hall forever like flowers in a greenhouse.

It was just that the current Primordial World was far from peaceful. For the sake of seizing hegemony over heaven and earth, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans were locked in a fierce, chaotic war. The entire Primordial Wilderness was a battlefield everywhere one looked, overflowing with Killing Intent.

"However..." Dijiang thought better of it. Turbulent times breed opportunities. Right now, during the contention of the three clans, ownerless innate spiritual roots and Innate Spirit Treasures are scattered everywhere across the Primordial Wilderness. If we wait until the curtain falls on the three clans, and that old fellow Hongjun achieves sagehood and preaches in the Violet Firmament Palace, I'm afraid all the good things in the Primordial World will have been scavenged clean by him!

Thinking of this, a sharp glint flashed through Dijiang's eyes.

Not only did they, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, now possess Primordial Spirits, but every single one of them was at the cultivation level of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, and each was born in mastery of a complete Law of the Great Dao.

As long as they did not unluckily run into those old patriarchs of the three clans—Ancestral Dragon, Origin Phoenix, and Primordial Qilin—protecting themselves across this Primordial Wilderness would be more than enough.

"Want to go out? Very well." Dijiang finally spoke, his voice echoing through the great hall.

Hearing these words, Zhu Rong instantly cracked his mouth wide and laughed excitedly, "Haha! I knew Big Brother understands me best!"

"Don't get excited just yet. I have conditions first." Dijiang's expression turned stern, cutting off Zhu Rong's laughter as he said in a deep voice, "Right now the Primordial World is in the midst of the three clans' war, and it is fraught with extreme danger. You may go out to travel and experience the world, but you must under no circumstances act alone. Every time you go out, at least three of you must travel together and look out for each other!"

Seeing their eldest brother's serious expression, the Ancestral Witches reined in their banter and replied in unison, "We will strictly obey Big Brother's command!"

Dijiang nodded with satisfaction, then began organizing them into groups:

"She Bishi the Ancestral Witch of Weather, Qiang Liang the Ancestral Witch of Thunder, and Xi Zi the Ancestral Witch of Electricity—the three of you govern heavenly phenomena, thunder, and lightning. Joining your forces multiplies your might twofold. You shall be one group."

"Zhu Jiuyin, you handle matters with the utmost steadiness. You shall lead Zhu Rong, along with Tian Wu the Ancestral Witch of Wind. Wind aids fire's might. You shall be one group."

"Gonggong, you, together with Jumang the Ancestral Witch of Wood and Ru Shou the Ancestral Witch of Metal—the five phases among you generate and restrain one another, offering both offense and defense. You shall be one group."

Having assigned his brothers, Dijiang turned his gaze to the two exceptionally beautiful and ethereal younger sisters by his side, smiling faintly, "As for Houtu and Xuanming, the two of you shall follow by my side and form a group with me."

"Understood, Big Brother!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches assented in unison, burning flames of fighting spirit and excitement igniting in each of their eyes.

Outside Pangu Hall, the vast and boundless Primordial Wilderness unfolded before the eyes of the Ancestral Witches.

The vault of heaven was distant and vast, seas of clouds churning. Although a faint, lingering trace of a bleak killing aura and Tribulation Aura permeated the air, that desolate and vast expanse belonging to the primordial dawn still caused the Ancestral Witches, stepping into the outside world for the very first time, to feel a surge of surging emotions in their chests.

"Big Brother, then we shall take our leave a step ahead!"

Zhu Rong let out a hearty laugh, crimson Southern Bright Flame igniting around his entire body as he impatiently dragged Tian Wu and soared straight up into the sky.

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head helplessly, bowed in greeting toward Dijiang, and then transformed into a dim, illusory shadow of the River of Time, following closely behind them.

Gonggong, Jumang, and the others also bid farewell to Dijiang one after another, transforming into multicolored flashes of escaping light as they streaked away in all directions across the Primordial Wilderness.

Watching his brothers vanish into the horizon, Dijiang withdrew his gaze, turned toward Houtu and Xuanming at his side, and said gently, "Let's go. We shall begin right here from Mount Buzhou beneath our feet."

Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of the Deity Pangu, propping up the heavens and supporting the earth while radiating a terrifying Pangu might that made all living beings tremble.

Ordinary Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals found even flying an extreme struggle in this place, their Primordial Spirits often shaken by the crushing pressure.

Yet for the Ancestral Witches, who were formed from Pangu Essence Blood, though this pressure was heavy, it simultaneously exuded an ultimate warmth of intertwined bloodlines.

Houtu stepped barefoot onto the heavy, rich soil, feeling the pulse transmitted from the earth. A look of yearning and peace surfaced on her peerless countenance, "Big Brother, walking here on Mount Buzhou feels as if... Father God is still holding us in his embrace."

Xuanming wore a long black dress, her temperament cold and detached. At this moment she also nodded slightly, a trace of softness flashing through her eyes.

"Father God transformed into all things, and this Primordial World is his continuation." Dijiang smiled, though a sharp glint flashed deep within his eyes. Let's go. The three clans are killing each other outside, and we certainly cannot miss out on the opportunities here on Mount Buzhou.

Relying on the affinity of their Pangu bloodline and Dijiang's Space Law that pierced through all illusions, the three of them walked as if on flat ground across this peril-fraught Mount Buzhou.

Over the course of several centuries, they stopped and went along their way, genuinely sweeping up quite a few fine treasures by relying on the induction of their Primordial Spirits.

Fairy herbs, innate Geng metal... As long as it caught his eye, Dijiang gathered it all into his possession.