Houtu's expression turned complex.
That Xuanjian possessed the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was something Houtu had never anticipated.
But on second thought...
Her Wu tribe's Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was incomplete, only allowing cultivation to the great perfection of the Fifth Revolution.
Which was a physical body realm comparable to the great perfection of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.
Xuanjian's companion inheritance also contained the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.
Could the two versions of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art complement each other to allow cultivation to an even higher realm?
To say the least!
As long as they could cultivate to the Sixth Revolution of the Mysterious Art!
With a physical body rivaling a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, the Wu tribe would undeniably be the absolute overlord of Honghuang!
At this thought, Houtu could not help but get excited. Looking at Xuanjian with eager eyes, she invited him with a smile, “Daoist Friend Xuanjian, since you also practice the path of the physical body, you are a fellow traveler with my Wu tribe. Why not come to my Wu tribe as a guest?
“Since you have come to the vicinity of Mount Zhou, allow my Wu tribe to show you proper hospitality as hosts.”
Truth be told, Houtu was not skilled at such polite niceties, and saying them felt immensely awkward to her.
However, in order to trick Xuanjian into coming back... ah, pui, invite him back to the Wu tribe, Houtu weighed her words carefully, speaking in a way that even she found unnatural.
“Since Daoist Friend Houtu invites me, I naturally have no reason to refuse.”
Xuanjian smiled faintly. “After you.”
If Xuanjian's sensations were correct, one of the karma links closely tied to him lay within that sky-supporting Mount Zhou.
Even if Houtu had not invited him, Xuanjian would still have made a trip to Mount Zhou.
In fact!
He had already planned how to use the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to manipulate the Wu tribe, turning them into the security arm of his future chamber of commerce.
As for what to do if the Ancestral Witches tried to take it by force?
Tell that to my 【Fifty-Fifty with Anyone】 skill.
To prevent the Wu tribe from lacking martial ethics—tricking and ambush-attacking a young comrade like him who had only recently taken form—Xuanjian kept his 【Fifty-Fifty with Anyone】 skill active at all times.
“Let's go... wait, after you, Daoist friend.”
Houtu made a welcoming gesture.
Xuanjian readily nodded, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Houtu toward the foot of Mount Zhou.
Zhurong: “...”
Gonggong: “...”
Zhurong: “Weren't we just fighting a moment ago? How did he turn into a Daoist friend in the blink of an eye?”
Gonggong rolled his eyes at Zhurong. “Bullshit! In the beginning, the two of us were indeed beating up that kid, but later on, you fool completely lost your mind and started fighting me!”
Zhurong flew into a rage. “You're the fool! You're the one who lost your mind!”
Just as Zhurong and Gonggong were about to clash again, Houtu's bloodline voice transmission echoed in their ears:
“You two, get back here immediately! Return to Pangu Hall!”
...
At the foot of Mount Zhou.
The sacred land of the Wu tribe.
Before Pangu Hall.
Long before returning, Houtu had used their bloodline connection to inform the other Ancestral Witches of the situation.
At this moment, the remaining nine Ancestral Witches had already been waiting before Pangu Hall for a long time.
All Twelve Ancestral Witches were gathered together.
Although what they manifested in the world was not their true Ancestral Witch bodies, as they stood together, their ferocious Innate Fiend Celestial Qi coalesced, making the Twelve Ancestral Witches resemble twelve God-Fiends from the creation of the world!
From their momentum alone, weaker living beings would likely have their minds shaken and their spiritual platforms breached.
“Little Sister, is what you said true? Does this Daoist really have the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art in his hands?”
The rugged, imposing man at the head narrowed his sharp eyes. Surrounding him was the Dao charm of the Law of Space, and his muscles bulged tightly, making him look like a high tower forged from immortal gold.
“Daoist Friend Xuanjian said so,” Houtu replied.
Houtu shook her head slightly, then turned to look at Xuanjian and introduced, “Daoist Friend Xuanjian, this is my elder brother, Ancestral Witch Dijiang. He naturally masters the Great Dao Law of Space.”
Afterward, Houtu introduced the other Ancestral Witches present to Xuanjian one by one.
“These are Zhujiuyin, Shebishi, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Xizi, Jumang, Rushou, and Xuanming.”
Xuanjian was already acquainted with Zhurong and Gonggong, having even fought them earlier, so Houtu did not introduce those two airheads.
As Houtu introduced them, Xuanjian curiously sized up the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were all remarkable individuals and staunch supporters of Great God Pangu.
They were more devout and sincere than any living being in Honghuang.
Legend had it that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were transformed from twelve drops of Great God Pangu's essence blood.
Every Ancestral Witch naturally mastered one Great Dao Law!
For instance, Dijiang naturally mastered the Great Dao Law of Space.
Houtu mastered the Great Dao Law of Soil and Earth.
Xuanming mastered the Great Dao Law of Ice and Rain.
Zhujiuyin, the Great Dao Law of Time.
Zhurong and Gonggong, the Great Dao Laws of Fire and Water.
Qiangliang and Xizi, the Great Dao Laws of Thunder and Lightning.
Shebishi, the Great Dao Law of Poison.
Tianwu, the Great Dao Law of Wind.
Jumang, the Great Dao Law of Wood.
Rushou, the Great Dao Law of Metal.
Relying on their naturally mastered Great Dao Laws, combined with physical bodies capable of facing top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures head-on, the combat power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches reigned supreme in Honghuang, like true God-Fiends!
Unfortunately, Ancestral Witches lacked Primordial Spirits. They could not discern the workings of heaven, understand divine powers, or comprehend the Great Dao of heaven and earth and the Three Thousand Laws to refine their own mastered Great Dao Laws.
This innate flaw doomed the Ancestral Witches to be unable to achieve Dao validation as Hunyuan Daluo through laws.
“Poor Daoist Xuanjian greets all the Ancestral Witches.”
Xuanjian spoke with an unruffled expression and a friendly smile.
Dijiang stiffly returned the salute.
“May I ask, Daoist Friend Xuanjian, what is the opening chant of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art?”
Dijiang asked impatiently.
How could they verify if Xuanjian truly possessed the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art?
By checking whether Xuanjian knew the opening chant of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.
In all of Honghuang, only their Wu tribe possessed the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art!
And within the Wu tribe, only the Twelve Ancestral Witches and a few Arch-Witches with immense potential were qualified to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art!
“That is not difficult.”
Xuanjian spoke:
“Born of Innate in Chaos's dawn, One Qi revolves to pierce Xuanyuan. Bones forged like diamond, soul tempered as Hunyuan. Nine revolutions reveal the true, impervious to all arts; body aligns with heaven and earth, Dao returns to nature's heart. Qi and blood circulate the sky, body becoming Saintly; preserve the One and focus the mind, embrace the origin and guard the center. When Nine Revolutions reach completion, the Great Dao is attained, immortal and indestructible, enduring through all eternity.”
What Xuanjian recited was precisely the opening chant of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art.
Upon hearing it, all the Ancestral Witches stared blankly at Xuanjian.
Even Houtu was no exception.
Brother, you really do have the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art?!
“Hahahahahahaha!”
Coming to his senses, Dijiang burst into hearty laughter, his rugged voice shaking the mind. “To possess the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, Brother Xuanjian must surely be a direct descendant of Father God as well!”
“Since you are a descendant of Father God, then you are a brother to my Wu tribe!”
Xuanjian: “???”
Xuanjian had not expected Dijiang's train of thought to be like this.
However, it suited Xuanjian's intentions just fine.
“Please come in quickly!”
Dijiang invited Xuanjian into Pangu Hall.
He shouted to the Arch-Witches on the outer perimeter, “Xingtian, Houyi, Kuafu, Chiyou, Jiufeng! Guard Pangu Hall well! No one is allowed within one hundred million li of this place!”
“Understood!”
The numerous Arch-Witches responded in unison.
Xuanjian and the Twelve Ancestral Witches walked into Pangu Hall.
Inside Pangu Hall, it was vast and boundless, its spatial dimension immeasurable and infinite.
At the very center stood a square platform forged from top-grade Innate Immortal Gold, surrounded by twelve imposing, ancient seats.
“Brother Xuanjian,”
Dijiang continued, “To be completely honest with you, my Wu tribe's Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art is actually an incomplete draft. It can only be cultivated to the peak of the Fifth Revolution, which corresponds to a physical body rivaling the perfection of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.”
“May I ask if the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art in Brother Xuanjian's hands contains subsequent content?”
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