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The atmosphere at Buzhou Mountain was extremely tense at this moment.

It wasn't because of external enemies, but because—she was about to give birth.

Outside the delivery room, Lin Xuan paced back and forth, his shoes almost wearing through the ancient basalt floorboards. His usual composed and confident demeanor was completely gone; he didn't know what to do with his hands, rubbing his face and scratching his head.

"Thirteenth Brother, can you please stop spinning? It's making me dizzy." Dijiang sat on the steps, holding a teacup in his hand, which had been cracked from his grip.

"Big brother, I'm nervous." Lin Xuan stopped and took a deep breath. "This is taking too long! We've been inside for half an hour, and there's still no movement?"

"Giving birth doesn't happen that quickly!" Xuanming rolled her eyes at him, though she herself was nervously clenching her fists. "This is just the beginning. Sister Nuwa and Sister Aoling are both powerful beings with special constitutions, so it will definitely be slower than for ordinary people."

Just then, a mosquito, oblivious to its own mortality, flew over unsteadily, making a buzzing sound.

This sound would normally go unnoticed, but in the eerily quiet Pangu Palace at this moment, it sounded like thunder.

"court death!"

Zhu Rong glared at the mosquito, which flew right in front of him.

Normally, he would have breathed fire at everything within a ten-mile radius, turning everything to ashes. But not now; a baby is being born inside, and there can't be any loud noise.

So, the Fire Ancestral Witch carefully extended two fingers, and a tiny flame, smaller than a pinhead, emerged from the fingertips.

"puff."

The mosquito didn't even leave ashes; it vaporized completely.

"Fifth Brother! Be gentle!" Gonggong hissed in a low voice from the side. "What if you scare the child? Can't you just pat him with your hand?"

"It makes a sound when you pat it!" Zhu Rong retorted in a low voice, quite self-assuredly. "Besides, don't you trust my fire control skills? Not a single smoke came out!"

"Alright, alright, shut up!" Houtu poked her head out of the delivery room, her eyebrows furrowed. "What's all the noise about! Can't you be quiet!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches instantly fell silent, each one as docile as a quail.

Lin Xuan quickly went over: "Sister Houtu, how are you? Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the two little ones are too strong and don't want to come out." Houtu wiped the sweat from her forehead, her face beaming with joy. "Nuwa's little sister, the energy of creation is too strong, it even sealed off the delivery room. Aoling's... uh, it's a bit special, she's currently struggling with the eggshell inside her belly."

"Eggshell?" Lin Xuan was taken aback.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough!" Houtu said, then slammed the door shut.

Lin Xuan became even more anxious.

At this moment, strange phenomena began to appear in the world.

The once clear sky was suddenly filled with endless auspicious clouds. To the east, a vast expanse of purple aura stretched for thirty thousand miles, and the faint sound of dragon roars could be heard—the bloodline of the ancestral dragon rejoicing.

To the west, the light of creation descended, and countless spiritual flowers bloomed in the void—a sign of the birth of a sage's offspring.

The spiritual energy of the entire primordial world began to converge madly towards Mount Buzhou.

This commotion couldn't be kept secret at all.

Heavenly Court, Demon Emperor's Palace.

As Di Jun gazed at the strange phenomena filling the sky, his eyes were brimming with jealousy and resentment.

"Fine...very fine!" Di Jun gritted his teeth, his voice like a demon crawling out of hell, "My son is dead, but your son is to be born, and with such a grand spectacle!"

"Your Majesty, the grand formation is ready." Kunpeng stood behind him, holding the blood-red star banner in his hands, his voice trembling, "Just give the order..."

"No rush." ​​Di Jun raised his hand, looking at the deep, bone-revealing wound on his palm. It was from when he cut his hand and used his primordial blood to refine the Star Banner. "Wait until they come out. I want Lin Xuan to watch his hope turn into despair at his happiest moment."

Outside the delivery room at Buzhou Mountain.

Lin Xuan suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

That sense of crisis was stronger than ever before.

He stopped and looked up at the sky. The auspicious clouds were beautiful, but deep within them, he saw a barely perceptible glimpse of blood.

"Big brother." Lin Xuan's voice suddenly became very calm.

"What's wrong?" Dijiang looked up.

"Let's all perk up." Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. "Some guests might be impatient to bring their gifts."

Di Jiang was taken aback, but then he understood what he meant. He stood up, and his languid demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifying fluctuation of spatial laws emanating from his body.

"Don't worry." Dijiang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "As long as I'm here, no one can cross this door. Unless they step over my dead body."

"And me!" Zhu Rong stood up, his hair spontaneously combusting without wind. "I was just looking for somewhere to vent my anger!"

"Count me in." Gonggong drew his water-cutting blade.

The twelve ancestral witches stood like twelve insurmountable mountains, blocking the entrance to the delivery room.

Lin Xuan felt a warmth in his heart as he watched their retreating figures.

He touched the Book of Life and Death in his arms and mentally confirmed the location of the "Quasi-Saint Peak Experience Card".

"Come on," Lin Xuan said silently to himself, "Let me see who's the one who's seeing whom off."

Just then, a loud cry suddenly came from the delivery room.

"Wow--!"

Immediately following was a crisp sound of the shell cracking.

"Snap!"