Chapter 1768

Hit! Hit! Hit!

Hou Tu was utterly speechless.

Why did all her brothers love fighting so much!

The key problem is—they still couldn't beat the other side even if they teamed up.

Isn't this just like walking to death?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but recall Taixuan Daojun.

We're all human—why is he so powerful!

No.

Hou Tu suddenly realized: she wasn't human—she was a Zu Wu!

"There is, of course, a way to break the deadlock," Hou Tu replied. "Daojun gave us a cultivation art called the Golden Body of Pangu. If we gather the twelve Zu Wu's essence bloods, we can achieve Hunyuan. Then, our Zu Wu clan will have twelve Hunyuan experts."

"Gather twelve Zu Wu essence bloods, and we become Hunyuan?"

Zhu Jiuyin found this hard to believe.

If Zu Wu essence blood were this powerful, by the time they were born, the entire Honghuang would be scheming against them.

Twelve drops of essence blood could create a Saint—this is far more useful than any great pill.

The other Zu Wu, though simple-minded, quickly grasped the issue and voiced the same question.

"Can it really work?"

"Daojun is a Hunyuan expert who achieved enlightenment through brute force—he wouldn't deceive us," Hou Tu said with full confidence. "Let me be the first to try. The Pangu Hall can conceal heavenly patterns and defend against external threats—it's the perfect place for seclusion."

"Let me try instead?" Zhu Rong shook his head. "I'm not afraid."

As the youngest among the Zu Wu, Hou Tu had always been protected by her elder brothers, and they naturally refused to let her risk herself.

Hou Tu shook her head: "No need. Even if there are problems, there shouldn't be any real danger."

Hearing this, the others pondered and felt the logic seemed sound.

The Zu Wu essence blood all came from the same source—merely merging into another's blood wouldn't cause any issues.

With this thought, they all activated their intent, and a crimson pearl the size of a fist appeared in each of their hands—the Zu Wu essence blood.

"Hou Tu, sister, catch!"

After collecting the eleven pearls, Hou Tu thanked them all, then began her cultivation.

The others sat cross-legged beside her, guarding her while recovering their own energy.

Essence blood—the essence of blood—relates to one's origin.

Whether human, Zu Wu, or demon race, the total amount of essence blood that can be extracted from the body is extremely limited.

Extracting even one drop of essence blood left even a Zu Wu feeling weak in the legs and damaged in primordial energy.

Ordinary blood—even a lake or sea of it—was nothing to a Zu Wu, as trivial as play.

On the other side.

Hou Tu summoned the Universe Tower and began meditating on the Golden Body of Pangu.

As her understanding of the art deepened, she grasped its mystery.

The mystery of the Golden Body of Pangu was not merely fusing the Zu Wu essence blood—it required condensing the Pangu laws within the essence blood into a Dao Fruit, transforming the cultivator into a flesh-and-blood Hunyuan expert.

The energy within the essence blood was not the key—the crucial element was the Pangu Dao within it.

Otherwise, the art wouldn't be called the Golden Body of Pangu—it would be called the Golden Body of Zu Wu.

"So the mystery lies here!"

Hou Tu was stunned. "And Daojun is truly powerful—even without fully comprehending the art, merely fusing the Zu Wu essence blood can still condense a Dao Fruit. This… even someone with a dull mind could cultivate it."

As she thought this, she began merging the essence blood into her body.

Since the essence blood shared the same origin, it instantly transformed into her own power, boosting her strength significantly.

In her mind, streams of mysterious light swirled, gradually coalescing into a faint human figure.

Though small, the figure stretched from heaven to earth, as if possessing infinite divine abilities.

In Hou Tu's heart, Pangu was the Dao.

The Dao Fruit she condensed naturally mirrored Pangu.

But unlike Pangu's true form, the Pangu she condensed resembled her own appearance.

As the Zu Wu essence blood gradually diminished, the Pangu Dao Fruit in her mind grew more wondrous and real.

It was a towering female giant, wielding a massive axe.

Mysterious light flowed along the axe, radiating terrifying killing intent.

Her flesh body, nourished by the Dao Fruit's feedback, grew stronger and stronger, causing the surrounding void to tremble.

"So it really works?"

Sensing Hou Tu's rapidly growing aura, Zhu Jiuyin and the others were utterly stunned.

That aura, far surpassing the Zu Wu, and that chilling killing intent—clearly signaled the extraordinary nature of the Golden Body of Pangu.

Time passed.

With the Universe Tower's enhancement, time became meaningless.

To the others' eyes, Hou Tu's refinement of the essence blood accelerated rapidly—in just one year, the eleven drops were fully absorbed into her body.

And the Pangu Dao Fruit had fully condensed.

Above Hou Tu's head, the Dao Fruit manifested, connecting heaven and earth, releasing boundless divine might.

Around her flesh, chaotic qi swirled, as if a primordial demon god had appeared.

Fortunately, the Pangu Hall sealed everything—no sign reached the outside world; otherwise, her ascension to sainthood could never have been hidden.

Zhu Jiuyin and the others felt a tremendous force strike them—even their Zu Wu bodies could not withstand it, and they were forced to kneel.

Just then, that inexplicable pressure vanished.

Houtu opened her eyes, looked at the crowd, and said apologetically, "Brothers, and Sister Xuanming, please forgive Houtu's rudeness."

"That's not important!"

Zhurong sprang up at once, eyes shining, "Sister Houtu, did you succeed?"

Eunuch said, speechless: "Are you blind? With such a powerful aura, of course she succeeded."

Zhurong instantly flared up: "You're the one with too much to say. A matter like this definitely needs Sister Houtu's personal confirmation to count."

Zhuying snorted lightly: "Enough, we're all brothers here, no need to start arguing again."

Looking toward Houtu, "Sister, did you succeed?"

Houtu nodded: "I succeeded. I am now a powerhouse of the first level of Primordial Chaos. Moreover, because I have attained the Dao of Primordial Chaos, the Primordial Spirit of the Ancestral Witch can now manifest. This shows that, as long as one attains the Dao of Primordial Chaos, the Ancestral Witches will no longer have a single flaw."

"She succeeded!"

"And her Primordial Spirit manifested too?"

The crowd went wild with joy.

As Ancestral Witches, they knew their own shortcomings all too well.

Unable to manifest the Primordial Spirit, they could not divine the workings of heaven, and no divine ability could be performed; compared to normal cultivators, they were always flawed.

Even though they were already first-rate in heaven and earth, they could not help feeling regret in their hearts.

Now that Houtu said attaining the Dao could mend the flaw, how could they not be overjoyed?

Most importantly — Houtu's attainment of the Dao had already proven that the Pangu Golden Body was a true supreme divine art that could be cultivated.

This meant — their Ancestral Witch clan was about to prosper.

Twelve Primordial Chaos powerhouses — what a force that would be?

Houtu waited until the crowd's expressions calmed down, then explained the mysteries within the cultivation method once through.

Only, the crowd had never been to Zixiao Palace to listen to lectures, so regarding the common cultivation knowledge within, they listened with utter bewilderment.

Seeing this, Houtu had no choice but to give up.

Anyway, the foolproof method of fusing the essence blood could also succeed; once they attained the Dao of Primordial Chaos, they would naturally come to know the subtleties of the Divine Art.