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

That's it?

The primordial world is now overflowing with treasures; finding spiritual roots is practically instinctive for them, as simple as eating and drinking. Trading a few herbs for the protection of this primordial overlord is like winning the lottery!

"Yes! We are willing a thousand times over!"

Thus, the first dependent race to be attached to the witch clan was born.

The news spread like wildfire.

Soon, the small and medium-sized tribes struggling around Buzhou Mountain were in an uproar.

"Have you heard? As long as you give the Witch Clan some spiritual herbs and fruits, you can gain their protection!"

"Really? Don't the witch tribe only eat meat?"

"Why would I lie to you! Those rabbit spirits next door have already moved next to the Zhu Rong tribe. Now they walk around like they own the place, and even the wolf demons don't dare mess with them!"

In an instant, countless weak tribes, with their families in tow, came to the gates of various Wu tribes, requesting to be affiliated with them.

After discussion, the high priests decided to accept all the "laborers" who came to them, as long as they were not inherently evil or burdened with karma.

The shamans' logic was simple yet domineering:

"This vast and desolate land was created by the Father God; it is our home. These beings live in our courtyard, and as long as they pay some rent, it is only right that we protect them!"

This unique "suzerain state" system was quickly established around Buzhou Mountain.

The Wu tribe was responsible for military force and driving out powerful enemies, while the subordinate tribes were responsible for logistics, resource collection, and even helping to manage the tribe's affairs.

The Wu tribe, which originally consisted only of rough stone houses, has begun to develop gardens, medicinal herb fields, and even a touch of civilization under the care of these skillful subordinate tribes.

The most direct benefit of this harmonious coexistence is a surge in fortune.

Above the Pangu Temple.

The originally purplish-gold river of fortune has now become so dense that it is almost tangible.

That was not only the fortune of the Wu clan itself, but also the centripetal force of thousands of subordinate races.

All peoples are united in heart, and fortune soars like a rainbow!

Tianxuan, who was in seclusion, felt a warm current continuously flowing into his body. His newly broken-through Primordial Golden Immortal realm was actually stabilizing at an incredible speed under the influence of this immense fortune, and he began to advance towards the middle stage.

He slowly opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

"good."

"These kids have stumbled upon a 'royal path' by sheer luck."

"In this way, the Wu tribe will no longer be isolated and helpless outsiders, but the...guardians of this primordial land."

Conquering the world doesn't necessarily require bloodshed.

The true overlord is one who makes all living beings inseparable from him, revere him, and depend on him!

"In that case, let's add fuel to the fire."

With a thought, Tianxuan sent a decree through the Pangu Palace to spread to all twenty-seven tribes.

"All those who submit to my witch clan will be able to receive the basic chapter of the Body Forging Technique."

This "Body Forging Technique" is a simplified version of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique by Tianxuan. Although the name is simple, its grade is extremely high. For some races that do not have innate inheritance or are weak, it is nothing short of a treasure and the foundation of their race.

Thanks to the spread of the Body Tempering Technique and the policy of "mutual benefit and symbiosis," the fortune of the Wu Clan is soaring like oil on a raging fire. Above the Pangu Palace, the originally invisible river of fortune is now faintly manifesting the phantom of the Great God Pangu, suppressing the four directions of the universe.

However, this was precisely when the Wu clan's fortune was at its peak.

"boom--!!!"

Without warning, an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the heavens.

The power of this pressure far surpasses that of the Ancestral Dragon and the Primordial Phoenix of yesteryear, and is even billions of times more terrifying than the fluctuations when Rahu detonated the Western Ancestral Vein. It carries no trace of killing intent, yet it exudes a supreme and inviolable majesty of heaven.

In an instant, all living beings on the primordial land trembled in fear.

Whether they were newly transformed demons or secluded golden immortals, under this oppressive force, they all couldn't help but feel their knees go weak, prostrating themselves on the ground and bowing in worship to the heavens.

Flowers rained down from the sky, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth. Purple clouds drifted eastward for thirty thousand miles, and myriad rays of light illuminated the azure sky.

The entire primordial world was cheering and rejoicing, as if welcoming the birth of a supreme ruler.

however.

At this moment when the world kneels in worship, inside the Pangu Hall at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, there is an eerie peace...

"Brother, this meat is a bit overcooked." Zhu Rong tore off a piece of the thigh meat of an unknown ferocious beast, chewed it with his mouth full of oil, and said with some disgust.

"It's good enough to have something to eat, why be so picky?" Gonggong rolled his eyes, picked up a bowl of spirit wine and drank it all in one gulp. "If you ask me, the poisonous fruit wine that Xiangliu offered as a tribute is much stronger."

At the head of the main hall, Tian Xuan was meditating with his eyes closed, contemplating the subtle changes in the laws of destiny.

The thirteen Ancestral Witches inside the Pangu Palace felt nothing at all, despite the overwhelming pressure from the saints outside that was enough to crush the heavens!

The sage's aura couldn't penetrate the Pangu Palace at all.

Just then, a vast, indifferent voice, seemingly devoid of any emotion, resounded in the ears of every living being in the primordial world, and clearly entered the ears of the thirteen ancestral witches.

"Lying high above the nine heavens, I find the true Tao on my futon."

"Beyond the mysteries of heaven and earth, I shall be the supreme leader."

"Pangu gave birth to Taiji, from which Yin and Yang and the Four Symbols followed."

"One teaching is passed down to three friends, and the two schools of Chan and Jie are divided."

"The leader of the Xuanmen, one breath transforms into Hongjun."

"I am Hongjun, and I have now attained sainthood. I am grateful for Heaven's benevolence in nurturing life, and have specially established a Daoist temple in Zixiao Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens to preach for three thousand years. All those who are destined may come and listen."

The sound faded, but its lingering echo resonated long afterward.

Inside the Pangu Hall, the previously lively atmosphere instantly quieted down.

The roasted meat in Zhu Rong's hand fell onto the table with a "thud".

"Hong... Hongjun?" Dijiang frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Achieving sainthood? What kind of realm is that?"

Although they didn't feel any pressure, the title itself sounded quite imposing.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to the eldest brother, Tianxuan.

Tianxuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly reflecting the fading of a galaxy, as calm as a deep pool of water.

"saint."

Tianxuan uttered those two words softly, his tone carrying a strange undertone.

"Brother, is this Sage... very strong?" Di Jiang couldn't help but ask, "How does he compare to your current Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm?"

Tianxuan smiled faintly, extended a finger, and pointed to the top of his head: "If I were to face him now, I would have a nine-out-of-ten chance of dying. Sages entrust their primordial spirit to the Heavenly Dao; as long as the Heavenly Dao exists, the sage will not die. In terms of cultivation level, he is indeed a level higher than I am now."

"hiss--"

The ancestral witches gasped in shock.

When their eldest brother broke through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, the terrifying aura he exuded already made them feel awe and reverence. They never expected that this Hongjun would be even stronger than their eldest brother?

"Then..." Houtu frowned slightly, a hint of inquiry in her eyes, and asked softly, "Brother, how does this sage compare to Father God?"