Primordial Chaos: I, Dijiang, will never accept this calamity!

Chapter 8 To pacify external enemies, one must first secure internal stability.

"Celestial Patrol Bureau, have the Witch Clan made any unusual moves lately?"

The morning assembly began.

The Heavenly Emperor Di Jun then looked at the Day Wanderer and Night Wanderer among the 365 demon gods.

These two gods are not the evil spirits that haunted us day and night in later generations.

It was a primordial demon.

Born from the essence of the sun and moon, and baptized by the merits of the heavens.

They have now reached the Great Luo realm.

So when the two of them took turns working, they worked exceptionally hard.

To patrol and search for the heavens is a meritorious deed.

It's many times faster than if they cultivated on their own.

"Reporting back to the Heavenly Emperor, the Wu tribe, as always, is hiding in Buzhou Mountain and refusing to come out."

The two wandering deities dared not be rude and quickly answered respectfully.

Two thousand years have passed.

The powerful demons who entered the Heavenly Court gained countless benefits.

Cultivation is like taking a plane; it soars to the sky.

However, at the same time, they were also subject to the constraints of the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun.

A demon-summoning banner!!

Otherwise, given the demon race's survival-of-the-fittest and dog-eat-dog nature, they would have rebelled long ago.

With every gain comes a constraint.

"It seems that the war two thousand years ago truly defeated the Wu tribe."

The Heavenly Emperor Di Jun looked at his second brother Tai Yi with a smile.

"Without cultivating the primordial spirit, one cannot comprehend the Great Dao."

"So what if the physical body possesses laws? In the end, they're just a bunch of brutes."

Taiyi smiled confidently.

After two thousand years of development, he has advanced from the mid-stage Quasi-Saint to the late-stage Quasi-Saint.

"In that case, let's discuss how to defend against the starry sky!"

The sky is bigger than the earth.

There are no gates, no boundaries.

However, Di Jun harbored an ambition to take over the entire heaven.

It's not just about territory.

Instead, it means truly taking control of the entire world.

It was as if they had set up an array, just like in their own palace.

Turn it on when you want, turn it off when you want.

Of course, this project is extremely large and cannot be completed by one person alone.

Today, heaven and earth are no longer divided into three parts.

In the primordial era, there was no concept of a day in heaven being equivalent to a year on earth.

Another thousand years have passed.

The appearance of the Wu tribe has not changed much, but the twelve ancestral witches have undergone earth-shattering changes.

"Oh dear, it's been a thousand years already, and every time it's windy and rainy, my whole body aches terribly."

"Even pulling out one's soul and marrow is nothing more than this. We are so pitiful. Living here feels like being dead."

"Of course! Big Brother, shouldn't you at least offer something in return?!"

Eleven ancestral witches came to the door.

When they saw Dijiang, their eyes lit up.

They were all rubbing their hands together.

His cunning and cowardly nature is impossible to hide.

He's just like any other ordinary person in the city.

A full thousand years have passed since they contributed Pangu's essence and blood.

Even someone as strong as the Eleventh Ancestral Witch is now terribly sickly.

"I'm having you cultivate your primordial spirit, not have you go to the market to sell vegetables."

Dijiang, who was refining pills, simply rolled his eyes at them.

It is true that I extracted their Pangu essence blood, but I also gave them the secret method to cultivate their primordial spirit.

He's in such a miserable state now, isn't he just pretending to try and scam me for the pills?

You should know that the elixirs you've refined for two thousand years have all ended up in their stomachs.

Don't let their pitiful appearance fool you; their inner spirits are incredibly vibrant.

Moreover, it combines a physical body with a primordial spirit, and it is a primordial spirit derived from the secret methods of Pangu.

In addition, there were the magical artifacts he had crafted for them.

His strength is only stronger, not weaker.

"Alright, alright, instead of wasting your time, you might as well go and cultivate in my Heavenly Bottle."

Just then, Zhu Jiuyin strode over.

Upon hearing about Zhu Jiuyin's Heavenly Bottle, the other Ancestral Witches shrank back in fear.

It was a dark and hopeless time and space.

While cultivating inside, one cannot perceive the passage of time outside.

Of course, this was not the most terrifying thing. What horrified the ancestral witches the most was...

The time inside was ten times that outside.

Ten days inside, only one day outside.

The Ancestral Witch was naturally unconventional.

They prefer activity to stillness.

It's already quite difficult to get them to sit cross-legged and cultivate their primordial spirit.

You also want to lock them in a dark, timeless space where they can't even feel the passage of time.

This kind of torture is even more painful than having bones and tendons pulled out.

But it is precisely for this reason.

Therefore, a thousand years of cultivation can produce the effect of ten thousand years of practice.

Otherwise, even if Dijiang refined a lot of pills, it would not be enough to supply the eleven Ancestral Witches.

After all, Dijiang himself was also cultivating.

Moreover, his cultivation was even more terrifying.

The essence and blood of eleven Ancestral Witches directly enabled him to construct the Law of Power within his body.

of course.

This credit must go to the primordial spirit of Pangu.

If it weren't for the accumulation and foundation of Pangu's primordial spirit, Dijiang would have been replaced by another primordial spirit at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

Even if given twelve drops of Pangu's essence blood, one could not comprehend even a trace of the Law of Force.

Besides.

Dijiang also created eleven clones, in addition to his own clones.

He recreated the Twelve Ancestral Witches in a one-to-one scale.

The other ancestral witches were also shocked when they saw it.

"Nine Yin, you've come to see me, is there something important?"

Dijiang looked at Zhujiuyin.

He wouldn't bother me unless it was something urgent.

"Brother, our people are about to be overwhelmed."

Zhu Jiuyin gave a bitter smile.

Looking at the appearance of their own children, it was as if they were seeing them from a thousand years ago.

I felt both helpless and angry.

But...

They had neither the acting skills of Dijiang nor the primordial spirit of Pangu.

Moreover, the secret methods for cultivating the primordial spirit must never be revealed.

Once leaked.

This will surely attract the siege of all the saints.

Such a sin is something no member of the witch clan can bear.

So, these eleven Ancestral Witches, ever since they began cultivating the Primordial Mystic Arts...

They must not leave the Pangu Hall even for a moment.

The Pangu Palace is a place where heavenly secrets can be kept secret.

Not to mention the sages, even the Heavenly Dao Hongjun could not deduce this situation.

This place is said to be formed from the skull of Pangu.

Even those who have cultivated their primordial spirit cannot fathom the intricacies of this matter.

"Even if we can't suppress it, we must suppress it!!!"

Dijiang frowned.

To repel external threats, we must first pacify internal strife!

They settled the older ones, but forgot about the younger ones.

"Brother, aren't you making things difficult for us?"

Immediately, Zhu Jiuyin began spitting out large amounts of saliva.

Since the protagonist can be destined to be robbed by Heaven, how could the reproduction rate of the Witch Clan be slower than that of the Demon Clan?

It's worth noting that even the twenty-six heavens of the Heavenly Court are barely able to contain the demon race, so you can imagine how terrifying their numbers are.

And how much worse would the Witch Clan, which is on par with the Demon Clan, be?

Their numbers have long since spread throughout the entire prehistoric land.

Buzhou Mountain is easy to deal with; Zhu Jiuyin can suppress it forcefully.

But what about outside of Buzhou Mountain?

As the saying goes, "When a general is in the field, he may disobey some of the orders of his troops."

Moreover, the Wu clan cultivates their physical bodies using the energy of the earth's evil spirits.

Without spiritual awareness, without cultivating one's primordial spirit, let alone nurturing one's mind and calming one's spirit.

She has a terrible temper.

It lights very easily with just a little touch.

The demon race is still in the sky, but friction still occurs frequently.

"This is indeed a big problem!!!"

Listening to Zhu Jiuyin's complaints, Dijiang knew that if he didn't find a way...

The current minor conflict will eventually escalate into a major war between the two races.

(End of this chapter)