Chapter 4: Laying Low on Mount Buzhou for a Thousand Years

【The first century: The physical body can obtain 40% of the Space Law.】

【The second century: The physical body can obtain 50% of the Space Law.】

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【The eighth century: The physical body can obtain 90% of the Space Law.】

【The ninth century: Can obtain the God-Slaying Spear.】

【The tenth century: Can obtain the secret method for the Wu Clan to cultivate the Primordial Spirit.】

After two performances of emperor-level acting, Dijiang had successfully managed to lay low for a thousand years.

Not only had his strength reached the Quasi-Sage Late Stage, but he had also obtained the fierce and strange treasure, the God-Slaying Spear.

The Heavenly Dao.

"The momentum of the Demon Race has already accumulated, yet this Wu Clan has not made the slightest move."

"The Three Pure Ones and the Wu Clan are of the same breath and branch; I must have them go and take a look."

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun wore a look of confusion.

This was because, from his deductions, everything regarding the Wu Clan was as normal as ever.

Yet why were they not occupying the Great Desolate Land?

This clearly did not match their style.

Pangu Hall.

Inside the main meeting hall were twelve supreme thrones.

Now, eleven of them were already occupied by Ancestral Witches.

Among them.

Ten Ancestral Witches were all looking at Zhu Jiuyin with eager anticipation.

This was because, in the blink of an eye, a thousand years had already passed.

During this time, they had not dared to disturb Dijiang, fearing they might ruin Dijiang's recovery time again.

But watching the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi use the merit of the Heavenly Court to break through from the Quasi-Sage Mid Stage to the Quasi-Sage Late Stage.

They began to panic.

This was because, during these thousand years, they had remained at a standstill.

"Second Brother, didn't you say that in a few hundred years, Big Brother would be fully recovered?"

"Exactly, it has already been a thousand years now, and apart from the few heavens of the Saints, the Thirty-Three Heavens are almost occupied by the Demon Race."

"We cannot wait any longer; we must immediately take the Great Desolate Land into our possession."

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The Ancestral Witches looked at Zhu Jiuyin with anxious expressions.

"Big Brother ordered us to collect heavenly treasures and materials, and it hasn't stopped to this day; surely his injuries!!"

Zhu Jiuyin also began to feel suspicious.

Although those injuries were serious, it was absolutely impossible for them to have damaged Dijiang's foundation.

"Could it be that if Big Brother does not come out for a day, we must sit and wait for death for a day?"

"The momentum of the Demon Race has already been cultivated; if we remain indifferent, they will sweep across the world."

"There is nothing left to hesitate about; we must obtain this Earthly Merit."

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Seeing that Zhu Jiuyin was still hesitating, the hot-tempered Zhurong could no longer stand it.

"Since that is the case, you all follow me to see Big Brother once more."

Zhu Jiuyin knew.

A thousand years had exhausted the patience of all the Ancestral Witches; continuing to suppress them was not a solution, so it would be better to go to the Space Palace and see.

"Fellow Ancestral Witches, come in!!!"

When they arrived at the Space Palace, the palace doors opened on their own.

The eleven Ancestral Witches filed in.

When they arrived at Dijiang's side, they were all dumbfounded.

This was because Dijiang, at this moment, was actually in front of a furnace.

Refining pills!!!

And surrounding him were countless racks.

On the racks were medicinal pills, as well as Dharma treasures and weapons of various shapes.

Besides these, there were also some strange-looking objects.

It was a dazzling sight to behold.

"Big Brother, you haven't been refining pills for this entire thousand years, have you!!"

Zhu Jiuyin was the first to recover, so he immediately asked.

"Indeed, the items on these racks are my masterpieces."

Dijiang smiled slightly.

The pride in his eyes was not hidden in the slightest.

"You made us wait for a thousand years just for this?"

With a flushed, rugged face, Zhurong glared at Dijiang.

"Zhurong, do not be rude; is that any way to speak to Big Brother?"

"Second Brother, we waited for him for a thousand years, and this is how he puts us off."

Seeing Zhu Jiuyin stop him, Zhurong was unconvinced.

"Oh, what does the sixth brother mean by this???"

Dijiang was forming seals with his hands, and the flames beneath the pill furnace burned even more fiercely.

He then spoke to Zhurong without turning his head, his manner casual and indifferent.

For a moment, all the Ancestral Witches could not help but frown. Was this still the Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang they respected? One must know that the reason Dijiang could become the leader of their twelve Ancestral Witches was not based on birth order.

It was entirely based on strength, fought for and won by his own hand.

Furthermore, whenever the Wu Clan went to war, Dijiang would always charge at the very front.

It was precisely this brave and invincible momentum that made every Ancestral Witch admire and acknowledge him.

Yet, looking at his refined appearance at this moment.

Was this truly their eldest brother who fought the heavens and the earth?

"For these past thousand years, we have searched for every heavenly treasure to heal your wounds."

"I never expected you to lose your ambition to mere playthings, and you even ask us what we mean."

Zhurong pointed at the items on the shelves on both sides and began to rebuke him angrily.

"Losing my ambition to playthings?"

Dijiang laughed heartily.

He did not care in the slightest.

Simply because.

At this moment, the pill within his furnace was about to be completed.

Boom!!

The pill furnace exploded, and terrifying flames swept through the surroundings.

Yet, under Dijiang's power of space, the sky-filling flames were directly compressed into a single fire pill.

Then, it was swallowed into space bit by bit.

At the same time.

A purple pill rose from within the pill furnace.

The moment this pill appeared, countless auspicious signs manifested between heaven and earth.

Purple Qi came from the east for thirty thousand miles.

Heavenly flowers fell like rain, and golden lotuses sprang from the earth.

There were celestial maidens accompanying it, and immortal cranes circling around.

Within the pill, there were even the Sanskrit sounds of the Great Dao.

For a time, auspicious omens filled the Space Palace.

"I can feel the supreme energy contained within this pill; is this really a pill refined by our eldest brother?"

"This pill contains the power of laws; Pangu Father God above, how can this be possible?"

"It is too incredible; I fear that even the Taiqing Saint could not refine a pill of this level!!"

As the word "could" fell.

It was accompanied by the sound of glass cracking.

Crack! Crack!!

Visible to the naked eye, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the purple pill.

Then, with a crisp sound, the purple pill vanished directly before the eyes of all the Ancestral Witches.

"Purple Saint Pill, what a pity!!"

Dijiang sighed.

The effect of the Purple Saint Pill was similar to Grandmist Purple Qi.

It could help cultivators at the Quasi-Sage Late Stage break through to the Saint realm.

It was just that.

Dijiang had been refining it for five hundred years, and not a single one had succeeded.

Even though he now possessed all the abilities of a Quasi-Saint at the mid-stage with a Pangu Primordial Spirit, refining this kind of pill remained exceptionally difficult.

Moreover, the materials for this medicine were extremely precious.

The Innate Spiritual Roots alone had already exhausted the entire inventory of the Wu Clan.

Refining one was already the limit.

"Eldest brother, we will not waste words with you."

"Since you like refining pills, then go ahead and learn from those stinking Daoists."

"We are going to contend for hegemony over the Great Desolation, so we won't keep you company playing here."

Seeing that it was a false alarm, Zhurong's explosive temper grew even worse.

"Stop!!"

Before Zhurong could walk out of the Space Palace, he was called to a halt by Dijiang.

"Eldest brother, if you change your mind now, we will still follow your orders."

"But if you continue with this half-hearted pill refining, then don't blame your brothers for not recognizing you."

Zhurong turned his face to the side.

"My Wu Clan will not contend for hegemony over the Great Desolation."

"As for the reason... my word is the reason!!!"

A thousand years had passed, and everything that needed to be obtained had been obtained.

Dijiang had no need to keep up the act any longer.

As for offering kind advice, Dijiang, who understood the eleven Ancestral Witches, knew it would be completely useless.

"Hahaha!!"

Zhurong laughed wildly in extreme anger, "Dijiang, what kind of thing do you think you are, to dare to gamble with the future of the entire Wu Clan?"

"You have been scared witless by the Demon Race, but our sons of the Wu Clan are not cowards."

"Move aside, don't block our path."

"Or else???"

(End of this chapter)