Holy Emperor of the Primordial Witch Clan

Chapter 3: The Witch Clan Bestows Laws, Hongjun Invites Yang Mei

Chapter Three: The Witch Clan Granted the Law, Hongjun Invites Yang Mei

Hearing Xuan Chu's words, the Ancestral Witches were very happy. Since the three lectures at Zixiao Palace, the cultivation of cultivators in the prehistoric world had been booming. In particular, the demon race, led by Di Jun and Tai Yi, had absorbed powerful figures from all walks of life, and their strength had increased by leaps and bounds. The witch race, on the other hand, was unable to comprehend Hong Jun's Dao because they lacked a primordial spirit, which led to them being gradually overtaken by the demon race. In addition, after the battle at Buzhou Mountain, the twelve Ancestral Witches could clearly see that Hong Jun disliked the witch race. As the number one person in the prehistoric world, Hong Jun's attitude had largely determined the future of the witch race.

But now that they have Xuan Chu, a powerful backer who can overpower Hong Jun, the Wu Clan finally has a chance to grow stronger.

"Uncle, if the Dao Ancestor merges with the Dao, what will become of our Wu Clan?" Houtu asked at this moment. As the only one of the twelve Ancestral Witches to have participated in all three lectures at Zixiao Palace, Houtu knew very well that Hongjun would merge with the Heavenly Dao after the Six Saints returned to their positions. Although she did not know when the Six Saints would return, there would be such a day. At that time, Hongjun's strength would greatly increase. Would Xuan Chu still be able to protect the Wu Clan?

Upon hearing this, Xuan Chu glanced at Hou Tu with admiration. Unlike most of the other Ancestral Witches, who were rough and only concerned with the present, Hou Tu was the most farsighted among the Twelve Ancestral Witches. In her previous life, Hou Tu was reincarnated to preserve a glimmer of hope for the Witch Clan. While the other Ancestral Witches were complacent about being able to overpower Hongjun, Hou Tu was already thinking about what would happen after Hongjun merged with the Dao.

"Don't worry, after Hongjun merges with the Dao, he becomes the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao no longer serves Hongjun. He cannot act recklessly in the prehistoric world. In addition, I am already at the peak of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm, not far from the Hunyuan Wuji Daluo Golden Immortal realm. Even if Hongjun merges with the Dao, I am not afraid of him," Xuan Chu said.

Hearing Xuan Chu's words, the twelve Ancestral Witches finally felt relieved. Although they were not very familiar with Xuan Chu, they could sense that he was genuinely trying to help them. In the prehistoric world, there were very few people who truly helped the Witch Clan.

"However!" Xuan Chu continued, "I can help you deal with Hongjun, but the future of the Wu Clan still depends on you. If your strength doesn't improve, it will be difficult for me alone to protect the Wu Clan. For example, if I am held back by Hongjun, can you protect the Wu Clan from the Six Sages of Heaven and the Demon Clan?"

Xuan Chu understood very well that his appearance at most added another trump card to the Wu Clan, but only the Twelve Ancestral Witches could truly make the Wu Clan stronger.

"Please enlighten me, Uncle!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches never liked to think about problems. It was fine before that no one guided them, but now that they have their uncle Xuan Chu, who has extraordinary cultivation, why think so much? Why not just ask?

"Sigh..." Seeing the state of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Xuan Chu felt very tired, but there was nothing he could do. After all, these people were the descendants left behind by Pangu. He didn't know if the Three Pure Ones could still be saved, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches couldn't afford to make any more mistakes.

So Xuan Chu sent out twelve streams of light that flew into the heads of the twelve Ancestral Witches and said, "The Witch Clan does not have a primordial spirit, and ordinary cultivation methods are not suitable for the Witch Clan. This is the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, a body-refining technique that Brother Pangu gradually developed in the chaos. You can take it and cultivate it."

"Uncle, we have all inherited the Father God's Nine Revolutions Profound Technique." After receiving the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, the group of Ancestral Witches looked helpless. The Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was good, but they already had it.

Xuan Chu explained, "Although you have inherited Pangu's 'Nine Revolutions Profound Technique,' it is not complete. At most, it can only allow you to cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Primordial Golden Immortal, and you cannot advance any further. What I have given you is the complete version of the 'Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.' As long as you cultivate step by step, it is not impossible to become a Primordial Limitless Great Luo Golden Immortal."

Although the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is also called the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, it can only be considered a castrated version. At most, it can only allow the Twelve Ancestral Witches to cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Primordial Golden Immortal. It is almost impossible for them to cultivate to the Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal. It is not even in the same league as the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique that Pangu cultivated in the Chaos.

Upon hearing Xuan Chu's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches quickly checked the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique" in their minds and found that it was indeed more profound than what they had cultivated. They hurriedly thanked Xuan Chu, saying, "Thank you, Uncle, for bestowing this technique upon us!"

"Alright, get up, all of you." Xuan Chu said, "From now on, you will all go into seclusion to cultivate. You are not allowed to leave seclusion until you reach the level of Hunyuan Golden Immortal. Once you all advance to the level of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation will be activated. Even a saint can be slaughtered in front of you. Even Hongjun, you will be able to exchange a few blows with him. You will not have to be severely injured by Hongjun with one blow like last time, which would have disgraced the Pangu lineage."

After being reprimanded by Xuan Chu, the twelve Ancestral Witches blushed and lowered their heads, not daring to reply, as it was too embarrassing.

On the other side, after arranging things for the demon race, Hongjun took the Three Pure Ones back to Zixiao Palace. Soon after, Nuwa and the two Western Saints also arrived, all eager to know Xuan Chu's origins.

Inside the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun sat high on a golden futon, while his six disciples each sat on a purple futon, just as they had done in the past when he preached in the Zixiao Palace. However, Hongjun did not speak, and the others did not dare to speak either, creating a very solemn atmosphere.

At this moment, the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened, and a figure walked in, saying, "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, may I ask what brings you here?"

"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, it is my fault for disturbing your cultivation, but there is something that probably no one in the entire prehistoric world knows except you. Therefore, I have no choice but to shamelessly invite you to come and talk," Hongjun said.

Indeed, the person who came was none other than Yang Mei Daoist. Yang Mei Daoist was the reincarnation of the primordial spirit of the Space Demon God, and he once taught Hongjun a severe lesson after Hongjun attained enlightenment.

"I wonder what could possibly be so perplexing for you, Fellow Daoist of the Primordial Era, that you would seek guidance from a humble outsider like myself?" Yang Mei looked at Hongjun with a mocking expression. Ever since she had taught Hongjun a lesson back then, Yang Mei knew that Hongjun would never want to see her again. She never expected that one day he would invite her to Zixiao Palace.

Upon hearing Yang Mei's words, Hongjun was immediately embarrassed. After all, he was Yang Mei's defeated opponent. If it weren't for Xuan Chu's sudden appearance, he would never want to see Yang Mei again in his life.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, have you ever heard of Xuan Chu?" Hongjun asked.

"Xuan Chu!" Upon hearing the name Xuan Chu, Yang Mei's expression turned extremely solemn. He asked, "Where did you hear the name Xuan Chu from, fellow traveler?"

Seeing Yang Mei's reaction, Hongjun knew that Xuan Chu was no ordinary person.

Hongjun said, "To be honest, fellow Daoist, I met Xuanchu at Buzhou Mountain not long ago. This person claims to be Pangu's younger brother. I know your background, which is why I invited you here."

"Sigh..." Yang Mei sighed and said, "I didn't expect Xuan Chu to still be alive."