In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

"Exactly!" Hiz chimed in. "But that guy is really fast, and he can transform. He's so slippery."

Upon hearing this, Tianxuan smiled faintly and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright. Kunpeng is a cunning and ruthless man, extremely adept at scheming and vindictive. It's right that you didn't get close to him. If you had really become sworn brothers with him, I would have worried that you straightforward people would have been sold out by him and would have been counting the money for him."

"Hehe, Big Brother is right, we'll listen to Big Brother." Zhu Rong grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

Tianxuan nodded, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

"Since everyone has returned safely and gained something, I'll show you something good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tianxuan lightly waved his sleeve.

"Buzz—"

The originally dim Pangu Palace was suddenly illuminated by a refreshing blue light.

This light is neither as domineering and scorching as the sun's true fire, nor as cold and lonely as the moon's radiance; rather, it is a warm and gentle light full of vitality, creation, and perfection.

A blue lotus slowly floated out from between Tianxuan's eyebrows and hovered in the center of the hall.

It has twenty-four petals, each one crystal clear, as if formed from the purest laws of the Dao. The lotus leaves unfold, their veins clearly visible, faintly outlining the textures of heaven and earth; the lotus stem stands tall, seemingly shrouded in primordial chaos, connecting nothingness and reality.

With the appearance of this blue lotus, the violent evil energy in the Pangu Palace instantly became docile, as if it had been soothed by an invisible hand.

An extremely rich and exquisite fragrance of nature spread out.

Just by inhaling the fragrance, the twelve ancestral witches felt their pores open up and their primordial spirits become clear. Even the usually obscure and difficult-to-understand laws and barriers showed signs of loosening at this moment.

"What...what kind of treasure is this?!"

Zhu Rong stared wide-eyed, completely unaware that the red copper fire spirit staff in his hand had fallen to the ground with a clatter.

Houtu's beautiful eyes widened, she covered her mouth, and stared incredulously at the blue lotus: "Such abundant vitality of creation... it's countless times purer than the energy of creation emanating from my sister Nuwa! This... this could be the legendary..."

"The Twenty-Four Grades of Creation Lotus".

Tianxuan spoke slowly, his voice carrying an undisguised pride.

"This was transformed from a lotus seed of the Chaos Green Lotus, truly possessing the power to seize the creation of heaven and earth and the mysteries of the sun and moon. It should not have existed in the world, and was tabooed by the Heavenly Dao, destined to be divided into three. But I used the Time-Reversing Pearl to conceal the secrets of heaven and forcibly preserved it."

At this point, a glint of light flashed in Tianxuan's eyes.

"For tens of thousands of years, I have been in seclusion, refining this treasure. Now, of the forty-nine innate restrictions within it, I have refined twenty, and can barely unleash its power."

"This treasure combines offense and defense. When placed on the lotus platform, it is immune to all magic and all evil forces will retreat, making one invincible from the start; when it is unleashed, it can suppress the entire world and shatter the void."

"More importantly..." Tianxuan pointed to the lotus seedpod in the center of the blue lotus, which was exhaling the energy of creation, "It can aid in enlightenment. Cultivating beside it allows one to be constantly bathed in the energy of creation, which not only enhances comprehension but also subtly improves one's foundation and eliminates karma."

After hearing Tianxuan's explanation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were completely stunned.

Although they had never seen a primordial treasure, their inherited memories told them that this thing was of an incredibly high level.

"Wow... Big brother, you're amazing!" Gonggong swallowed hard, his eyes filled with shock. "You managed to snatch back something that even the Heavenly Dao wanted to destroy? Big brother is awesome!"

"Big Brother is awesome!"

The ancestral witches shouted in unison, their eyes filled with worship.

They looked at the blue lotus with envy and amazement in their eyes, but not a trace of greed or jealousy.

In their worldview, what belongs to one's brothers is one's own, and the strength of the eldest brother means the strength of the witch clan. With such a treasure in hand, who would dare to bully them in the future?

Tianxuan keenly noticed the pure looks in his younger siblings' eyes, and felt even more gratified.

This is why he was willing to plan for the Wu tribe.

These brothers are worth it.

"Alright, stop just shouting 'Wow!'" Tianxuan smiled and gestured for him to stop. "Now that this treasure is in my hands, it is the most precious treasure of our Wu Clan. In the future, if any of you reach a bottleneck in your cultivation or need to comprehend the laws, you can come here and borrow the Azure Lotus."

"Thank you, elder brother!" The ancestral witches were overjoyed.

At this moment, Tianwu, the ancestral witch of wind who had always been taciturn and had the most composed personality, suddenly spoke up as if deep in thought.

"Brother, I've seen many sights during this journey through the prehistoric world."

Tianwu's voice was somewhat low, tinged with confusion.

"Although the three races have retreated from the primordial world, there are still many living beings in the world. Although the individual strength of those demons and innate beings is far inferior to ours, they often gather in groups of tens or hundreds of thousands to reproduce and occupy a piece of land."

At this point, Tianwu looked around at his brothers and sisters.

"And we... although each of us possesses extraordinary strength, this vast Pangu Palace, and even this immensity of Mount Buzhou, seems to consist of only the thirteen of us. Isn't it... a bit too desolate?"

Tianwu's words instantly silenced the once bustling hall.

The ancestral witches looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yes, they are too strong, and too few.

Although they considered themselves the true descendants of Pangu, incomparably noble, and disdained to associate with those born from moisture and eggs, they couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness when they saw those ant-like creatures outside thriving with numerous offspring and roaring through the mountains and forests.

"What Eighth Brother means is..." Dijiang frowned slightly, as if he had guessed something.

Tianwu took a deep breath and looked intently at Tianxuan: "Brother, I'm thinking, since even those weak creatures can reproduce and multiply, why can't we, as descendants of the Father God Pangu, create our own race?"

"We also need helpers, we need someone to manage this vast land for us, we need someone to carry on our glory!"

"Creating... a race?"

This idea, like wildfire, instantly ignited the thoughts of all the Ancestral Witches.

Zhu Rong slapped his thigh: "That's right! Eighth Brother is right! I've wanted to say this for a long time. Every time we go out to fight... oh no, to travel, we have to do everything ourselves, without even a servant to run errands. It's so embarrassing! If only we had a bunch of little brats following behind shouting 'Ancestral Witch is mighty!' that would be so much more exciting!"

Houtu, however, considered the matter from a different perspective: "If we have a clan, we can gather together the Qi (energy/luck). With Qi added to us, our cultivation speed will be faster. Moreover, the world created by the Father God should rightfully be protected by his descendants. With only thirteen of us, we are indeed overwhelmed."

All eyes finally turned to Tianxuan.

In this family, big or small matters ultimately have to be decided by the eldest brother.