Sweep Squad, Set Out Again

As these living beings came to acknowledge and grow fanatical about the Law Dao, the fortune they bestowed upon Dijiang and the others surged another notch in an instant.

Above Pangu Hall, the Fortune Golden Dragon that had already blotted out the sky and covered the earth let out a dragon roar that shook the nine heavens. Its body swelled once more, and twelve different divine law patterns faintly emerged upon its golden scales.

Boom!

Bathed in the backlash of fortune, Dijiang, who was preaching the Dao, shuddered from head to toe.

The Space Dao Fruit between his brows erupted with dazzling silver radiance. His cultivation, which had been stalled at the Mid-Primordial Golden Immortal stage, was forcefully pushed a great step forward by that immense fortune, directly entering the Late-Primordial Golden Immortal stage!

Dijiang was not the only one. The other eleven Ancestral Witches also benefited immensely.

Zhu Jiuyin, Houtu, Zhu Rong, and the others broke through their early-stage bottlenecks one after another and entered the Mid-Primordial Golden Immortal stage.

"Hahaha! This feels incredible!"

Feeling the power within him soar, Zhu Rong could not help throwing back his head and laughing. "Big Brother, at this rate, breaking through to the Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm will be just around the corner!"

"Do not grow complacent."

Though Dijiang was also delighted within, he remained calm.

His deep gaze turned toward the chaotic void beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Though our Law Dao makes us invincible among those of the same realm, the further we go, the harder it becomes. It requires exceptional comprehension and long years of tempering."

"Therefore, we cannot slack off in the slightest!"

The Ancestral Witches all grew solemn at his words and nodded in unison.

Three thousand years later.

The second sermon at Violet Firmament Palace finally came to an end.

"This sermon ends here. Thirty thousand years from now, Violet Firmament Palace will open again. I shall speak of the Sage Dao then, and it will also be my final sermon."

Hongjun's voice echoed throughout Violet Firmament Palace.

The three thousand guests below were all flushed with excitement and fervor.

Over these three thousand years, listening to Hongjun explain the method of Three-Corpse Severing had been like enlightenment pouring over their heads. Many great powers who had been stuck at the Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal stage for countless years had already touched the threshold of corpse severing.

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor, for your mercy!"

Everyone kowtowed in unison, then left Violet Firmament Palace impatiently, intending to return to the Primordial World and enter seclusion to sever their corpses.

Kunlun Mountain, Three Pure Ones Hall.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian sat facing one another, each radiating an unfathomable Dao aura.

"Eldest Brother, this method of Three-Corpse Severing truly is incomparably profound."

Excitement gleamed in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes. "So long as one severs a single corpse, one can enter the Quasi-Saint Realm, and one's strength will undergo an earth-shaking transformation!"

"Indeed."

Laozi nodded faintly and flicked his horsetail whisk. "We are of Pangu Orthodox Lineage, bearing immense fortune, and we do not lack Innate Spirit Treasures. During this seclusion, we must sever a corpse in one stroke and step into the Quasi-Saint Realm!"

"Once we break through to Quasi-Saint, I would like to see whether those twelve barbarians of Mount Buzhou will still dare swagger around before us!" Tongtian was also brimming with battle intent.

It was not only the Three Pure Ones. Di Jun and Taiyi of the Sun Star, Nuwa and Fuxi of Phoenix Perch Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi and Red Cloud of Wuzhuang Temple, Nether River Ancestor of the Blood Sea, and the others all returned to their own Daoist grounds and began frenzied seclusion.

For a time, the entire Primordial Wilderness Continent sank into an eerie stillness.

Yet everyone knew that beneath this stillness, an unprecedented storm was brewing.

Mount Buzhou, Pangu Hall.

"Big Brother, the sermon at Violet Firmament Palace has ended."

Zhu Jiuyin opened his eyes. A phantom River of Time flowed through the depths of his gaze. "I can feel that the fortune of heaven and earth throughout the Primordial World is fluctuating violently. Many great powers have entered seclusion, attempting to break through to Quasi-Saint."

"This was to be expected."

Dijiang's expression remained calm. "Hongjun's second sermon was called the Dao of Quasi-Saint. This means the Primordial World is about to enter an era where Quasi-Saints roam everywhere."

"Then what do we do? Just watch them break through?" Gonggong could no longer hold himself back.

"Of course not."

A smile curled at Dijiang's lips. "For them to enter seclusion and sever their corpses, they need Innate Spirit Treasures as anchors. But ownerless Spirit Treasures in the Primordial World are not so easy to find."

"Big Brother means..." Houtu's beautiful eyes lit up.

"While they are in seclusion, we will take a stroll through the various regions of the Primordial World."

Dijiang rose to his feet, and the terrifying pressure of a Late-Primordial Golden Immortal flashed and vanished. "Those Innate Spirit Treasures hidden among famed mountains and great rivers—rather than leave them for those people to sever their corpses, we should strike first and take them for ourselves!"

"Good idea!"

Zhu Rong slapped his thigh excitedly. "I have long wanted to get out and stretch my muscles and bones!"

"However, we cannot make a great show of it this time."

Dijiang instructed, "As before, the twelve of us will split into four groups and head respectively east, south, west, and north. Remember: if you encounter an ownerless Spirit Treasure, take it directly. If you encounter one with an owner... seize it if you can. If you cannot, withdraw. Do not get entangled in battle!"

"Yes, Big Brother!"

The Ancestral Witches answered in unison.

Before long, the Twelve Ancestral Witches split into four groups.

Dijiang led Houtu and Xuanming east, while Zhu Jiuyin led Zhu Rong and Tian Wu south.

Gonggong led Jumang and Ru Shou in the center, while Qiang Liang led Xi Zi and She Bishi north.

As for the west... not even dogs would go there.

The four groups transformed into streams of light and silently departed Mount Buzhou. Like four invisible nets, they spread toward every corner of the Primordial World.

East of the Primordial World, by the Eastern Sea.

On an unnamed immortal island shrouded in immortal mist, treasure light suddenly burst into the sky.

"Hahaha! A Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure! This opportunity was destined to belong to this ancestor, for severing my good corpse!"

A Rogue Cultivator ancestor emanating the aura of a Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal stared ecstatically at a blue-glowing pearl floating in midair.

The Vast Sea Divine Pearl.

Just as the Rogue Cultivator ancestor was about to step forward and collect it, the space around him suddenly twisted violently.

Whoosh!

A slender, fair hand reached out from the void and snatched the Vast Sea Divine Pearl into its grasp.

"Who goes there?!"

The Rogue Cultivator ancestor was horrified. With an angry roar, he brought out a magic treasure and prepared to risk his life.

"You are noisy."

A cold voice rang out.

Immediately afterward, a terrifying pressure descended with a crash, forcing the Rogue Cultivator ancestor flat onto the ground, unable to move.

Dijiang stepped out of the void with Houtu and Xuanming. As he played with the Vast Sea Divine Pearl in his hand, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"A single water-element Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure. It is destined to be connected to Gonggong."

After taking the Vast Sea Divine Pearl, Dijiang did not linger for even a moment. He directly tore open space and departed with Xuanming and Houtu, leaving behind only the Rogue Cultivator ancestor, pressed prone against the ground by Dijiang's pressure, his head nearly buried in the dirt. Even after Dijiang had left, he trembled and did not dare raise his head.

Dijiang's group was not the only one to gain something. The others had their own harvests as well.

For instance, Zhu Jiuyin possessed the Time Law. Through continual comprehension, he had already mastered Time Foresight, allowing him to briefly glimpse the future of a region. He could know in advance where treasures would appear within that region, who had passed through it, and what traces they had left behind.