Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

Pan Xuan smiled slightly: "This is the meaning of cultivation. It's not just about meditation and contemplation, but also about experiencing the Great Dao through practice. Repairing the earth's veins is the best form of cultivation."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of the Ancestral Witches: "Let's rest for today. Tomorrow, we'll continue deducing the martial arts."

The path of cultivating willpower is difficult, but I believe that with the perseverance and wisdom of all my brothers and sisters, we will surely succeed.

The twelve Ancestral Witches nodded and returned to their respective places of cultivation.

Pan Xuan also walked to his quiet room, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated.

Thirteen people gathered in the Pangu Hall.

I have been back from the West for several days now.

The words of gratitude from Jieyin and Zhunti still echoed in my ears, and the scene of the Western land regaining its vitality was still vivid in my mind.

But Pan Xuan knew that all of that was in the past. The most important thing now was to continue to deduce the martial arts; the method of refining intent was not yet complete.

Inside the main hall, the twelve Ancestral Witches sat cross-legged, their gazes fixed on Pan Xuan.

Pan Xuan stood in the center of the hall, hands behind his back, his face calm, but his eyes gleaming.

"Dear brothers and sisters, the West is repairing the earth's veins, and the Great Dao is bestowing boundless merit."

I had previously kept all these merits hidden away and had not used a single one.

Pan Xuan spoke slowly, his voice steady, "Today, I wish to use these merits as fuel to deduce the method of cultivating martial arts intent."

Dijiang nodded and said, "Brother Panxuan, please do as you please. If the merit is not enough, we have more here."

Zhu Rong said nonchalantly, "That's right! Brother Pan Xuan, use it as much as you want! Merit is something you can earn back after using it, so don't worry about it!"

Pan Xuan smiled slightly, said no more, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

Within his body, the golden power of merit, like a sleeping river, quietly resided in his dantian.

With a thought, Pan Xuan activated the Righteous Qi Technique, and a vast and righteous aura rose from his dantian, slowly drawing out the power of merit.

The moment the power of merit surged forth, Pan Xuan's body shone with golden light.

The golden light was pure and solemn, carrying an aura of brilliance that shone with heaven and earth, illuminating the entire Pangu Palace as bright as day.

Pan Xuan formed hand seals, gathering the power of merit at his fingertips, and began to deduce.

The deduction of martial arts is not based on mere imagination, but on merit as a guide, the Great Dao as a mirror, and oneself as a foundation, to explore in the darkness a path that no one has ever walked before.

Pan Xuan's soul was immersed in a mysterious realm.

He could feel the power of those merits burning, transforming into an invisible force that propelled his consciousness to climb higher and farther.

Driven by that force, his senses became sharper than ever before, as if he could touch the most fundamental rules of the universe.

Refining one's will involves condensing it to a level sufficient to communicate with the laws of heaven and earth.

In the primordial world, cultivators cultivated their primordial spirit, using it to carry the Great Dao.

The Wu tribe has no primordial spirit and can only fight with their physical bodies and instincts.

Pan Xuan was about to forge a completely new path, communicating with heaven and earth not through the primordial spirit, but through will.

The power of merit was burning, and Pan Xuan's consciousness continued to deepen under the impetus of that power.

He could sense an invisible barrier in front of him, and behind that barrier lay the secrets of refining intent.

However, when the power of merit came into contact with that barrier, it dissipated quickly, like a drop of water falling into a dry desert, and could not be broken through.

not enough.

The merits are insufficient.

Pan Xuan frowned slightly. He could sense that although the merit he had accumulated was enormous, the consumption required to deduce the method of refining intent far exceeded his expectations.

The barrier was too thick; with his current merit, he simply couldn't penetrate it.

He opened his eyes, looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and said in a deep voice, "Insufficient merit makes it difficult to break through. More merit is needed."

Upon hearing this, Dijiang did not hesitate at all. He raised his hand and drew out a golden light of merit from his body, sending it into Panxuan's body.

That was the merit he gained while repairing the earth's veins in the West, which had been sealed within his body and never used.

"Take it and use it." Dijiang's voice was calm and firm.

Zhu Rong followed closely behind, laughing loudly, "Brother Pan Xuan, you can have mine too!"

A golden light of merit surged from his body and entered Pan Xuan's body.

Gonggong nodded: "The method of refining the mind is for our benefit. The merit used on you is used on us." His light of merit also surged forth.

Xuanming didn't speak, but simply raised her hand and sent out the power of merit. The golden light flowed from her fingertips, pure and cool.

Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan, you have deduced the martial arts for us, so the merit should be used on you." Her light of merit was gentle and profound, as steady as the earth.

Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and Tianwu, one after another, the twelve ancestral witches took out all the merits they had gained in the West and sent them into Panxuan's body.

The light of merit gathered together and transformed into a golden torrent that surged within Pan Xuan's body.

Pan Xuan closed his eyes and merged the twelve streams of merit with his own merit.

Within his dantian, the power of merit gathered into a golden ocean, vast and boundless, pure and flawless.

enough.

Pan Xuan once again activated the Righteous Qi Technique, using the power of merit as fuel to launch an attack on that invisible barrier.

The power of merit burned, transforming into streams of mysterious energy that propelled Pan Xuan's consciousness upwards.

The barrier began to crack under the impact of the power of merit.

The cracks became more numerous and denser, spreading like a spider web.

boom--

With a silent, deafening roar, the barrier shattered.

Pan Xuan's consciousness broke through the barrier and entered an unprecedented realm.

There, he saw a light.

That light was not the light of the sun, nor the light of the stars, but a more primal and pure light.

That light contained the origin of all will in the world.

Creation and destruction, growth and decay, condensation and dissipation, existence and nothingness.

The moment Pan Xuan's consciousness came into contact with that light, a vast torrent of information surged into his soul.

That was the secret of refining one's will, not something taught by others, but rather something directly imprinted into his soul by the Great Dao.

Refining one's will is to condense one's own will into a "phenomenon".

Visions are the manifestation of will, the outward appearance of the spirit and soul.

It is not magic or supernatural power, but the embodiment of a living being's most essential will.

Every living being has its own vision.

That was proof of his existence, the bridge through which he communicated with heaven and earth.

However, the vast majority of living beings are unable to manifest the visions in their entire lives because they lack sufficient willpower and methods.

Refining intention is the process of transforming the intangible into the tangible, and the hidden into the manifest.

When willpower is concentrated to its extreme, it can manifest as extraordinary phenomena.

Once an extraordinary phenomenon is formed, the will has a vessel, enabling it to communicate with the laws of heaven and earth and to influence reality with its will.

This is not the primordial spirit, yet it surpasses the primordial spirit.

The primordial spirit is the condensation of external spiritual light, while extraordinary phenomena are the manifestation of one's own will.

The primordial spirit can be stripped away or suppressed, but the extraordinary phenomena are etched into the bones and grow in the soul; no one can take them away.

Pan Xuan's consciousness slowly receded from that realm, and he opened his eyes.

In his eyes, golden light flickered, the afterglow of burning merit power, and a reflection of the profound mysteries of refining intent that he had just comprehended.

"How is it?" Dijiang asked.

Pan Xuan took a deep breath, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "I've deduced it. I've found the method for refining intent."