Chapter 8

"Patrol Heaven Department, have there been any unusual movements from the Wu Clan recently?"

The morning court session began.

The Heavenly Emperor Di Jun then looked toward the Day-Roaming God and the Night-Roaming God among the three hundred and sixty-five Demon Gods.

These two gods were not the fierce day and night spirits of later generations.

Rather, they were Great Demons of the Great Desolation.

Born from the essence of the sun and moon, they had been baptized by Heavenly Dao Merit.

Now, they had already reached the Great Luo realm.

Therefore, when the two of them were on shift, they were exceptionally diligent.

Patrolling on behalf of Heaven—this was, after all, merit.

It was countless times faster than cultivating on their own.

"Reporting to the Heavenly Emperor, the Wu Clan is as it has always been, cowering within Mount Buzhou, refusing to come out."

The two roaming gods dared not be disrespectful and hurriedly replied with great reverence.

Two thousand years had passed.

The Great Demons who had taken up residence in the Heavenly Court had gained infinite benefits.

Their cultivation had soared like a plane taking off.

But at the same time, they were also constrained by the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun.

The Demon-Summoning Banner!!

Otherwise, given the Demon Race's nature of survival of the fittest and the strong preying on the weak, they would have long since rebelled against this Heaven.

Where there is gain, there is restraint.

"It seems that the battle two thousand years ago truly beat the Wu Clan into submission."

The Heavenly Emperor Di Jun looked happily at his second brother, Taiyi.

"They do not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, nor do they comprehend the Great Dao."

"Even if their physical bodies possess laws, they are, in the end, merely a group of brutes."

Taiyi smiled confidently.

After two thousand years of development, he had already advanced from the Quasi-Saint Mid Stage to the Quasi-Saint Late Stage.

"Since that is the case, let everyone now discuss how to deploy defenses across the stars of the sky!!"

The vastness of Heaven is even greater than that of Earth.

It has no gates and no boundaries.

Yet Di Jun had an ambition: to take the entire Heaven into his own pocket.

Not just the territory.

But to truly grasp the entire Heaven in his hands.

Just like his own palace, to arrange formations upon it.

To open it when he wants, and close it when he wants.

Of course, this project was extremely massive and could not be completed by individual effort alone.

At this time, the Heaven and Earth were not yet divided into three.

The Great Desolation did not even have the concept of time where one day in Heaven equals one year on Earth.

Another thousand years passed.

The Wu Clan showed no major changes on the surface, but the twelve Ancestral Witches had undergone earth-shaking transformations.

"Ouch, it's already been a thousand years; every time it gets windy or rainy, this whole body aches like I'm dying."

"Extracting souls and pulling marrow is no worse than this; we are truly too pitiful, living feels just like being dead."

"Isn't that so? Eldest Brother, shouldn't you show some consideration!!"

Eleven Ancestral Witches came to visit.

When they saw Dijiang, their eyes lit up.

Each of them was rubbing their hands together.

Their mercenary, bearish appearance could not be hidden at all.

They had the same temperament as commoners in the marketplace.

Ever since they contributed their Pangu Essence Blood, a full thousand years had passed.

Even with bodies as strong as the eleven Ancestral Witches', they were now terrifyingly sickly.

"I told you to cultivate your Primordial Spirit, not to go to the vegetable market to sell greens."

Dijiang, who was refining pills, gave them a direct eye-roll.

It was true that he had extracted their Pangu Essence Blood, but he had also given them the secret methods to cultivate the Primordial Spirit.

This miserable appearance now was nothing but an act to trick him out of pills.

One must know that the pills he had spent two thousand years refining had all gone into their stomachs.

Don't look at how pitiful they were now; the Primordial Spirits inside their bodies were more spirited than the last.

Furthermore, with physical bodies combined with Primordial Spirits—and Pangu secret method Primordial Spirits at that—

plus the magical treasures he had refined for them,

their strength was only stronger, not weaker.

"Alright, alright, if you have this much time, you might as well go into my Heaven-Grasping Bottle to cultivate."

Just at this moment, Zhu Jiuyin strode over.

Upon hearing of Zhu Jiuyin's Heaven-Grasping Bottle, the other Ancestral Witches were so scared they shrank their heads back.

That was a space-time devoid of light and days.

Cultivating inside, one could not feel the passage of time outside.

Of course, this was not the most terrifying part; what shocked the Ancestral Witches most was that the time inside was actually ten to one compared to the time outside.

Ten days inside was only one day outside.

The Ancestral Witches were naturally restless.

They loved movement and disliked stillness.

Making them sit cross-legged there to cultivate their Primordial Spirit was already very difficult.

You still had to lock them in a space devoid of light and days, where they couldn't even feel time.

This kind of torture was even more painful than having one's bones extracted and tendons peeled.

But it was precisely because of this reason.

A thousand years of time produced the effect of ten thousand years of cultivation.

Otherwise, even if Dijiang refined more medicinal pills, he would actually be unable to supply them for the eleven Ancestral Witches to use.

After all, Dijiang himself was also cultivating.

And his cultivation was even more terrifying.

The Essence Blood of the eleven Ancestral Witches allowed him to construct the Law of Force within his body directly.

Of course.

This credit still had to go to the Pangu Primordial Spirit.

If not for the accumulation and foundation of the Pangu Primordial Spirit, if Dijiang had been replaced by another Primordial Spirit at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

Even if he were given twelve drops of Pangu Essence Blood, he would never be able to grasp even a shadow of the Law of Force.

Besides this.

Dijiang also refined eleven avatar divine abilities, plus his own avatar.

The twelve Ancestral Witches were directly recreated by him one-to-one.

When the other Ancestral Witches saw this, they were also incredibly shocked.

"Jiuyin, you have come to seek me; is there something important?"

Dijiang looked at Zhu Jiuyin.

Usually, if there were no urgent matters, he would not come to disturb him.

"Big Brother, our clansmen are almost impossible to suppress."

Zhu Jiuyin began to smile bitterly.

Looking at the appearance of his subordinates, he seemed to see them from a thousand years ago again.

Both helpless and angry.

Yet.

They possessed neither Dijiang's means of acting nor the Pangu Primordial Spirit.

Moreover, the Soul Secret Technique for cultivating the Primordial Spirit must absolutely not be leaked.

Once leaked.

It would certainly invite a siege by the Saints.

Such a sin is something no member of the Wu Clan could bear.

Therefore, the eleven Ancestral Witches had not left Pangu Hall for a single step since they began cultivating the Soul Secret Technique.

It was only because Pangu Hall could isolate the Heavenly secrets.

Never mind the Saints; even Tiandao Hongjun could not deduce the situation here.

This place was, after all, transformed from Pangu's skull.

The principles within it were things they could not fathom, even after cultivating their Primordial Spirits.

"Even if you cannot suppress them, you must suppress them!!!"

Dijiang frowned.

To resist foreign aggression, one must first settle internal affairs!! He had settled the big ones, but forgotten the small ones.

"Big Brother, aren't you making things difficult for us?"

Immediately, Zhu Jiuyin began to complain bitterly.

Since they could be designated as the protagonists of the Great Calamity by the Heavens, how could the reproduction speed of the Wu Clan be slower than that of the Demon Race?

One must know that the twenty-six heavens of the Heavenly Court were almost unable to contain the Demon Race; one could imagine how terrifying this number was.

And as a race on par with the Demon Race, how could the Wu Clan be any worse?

Their population had long since spread across the entire Great Desolate Land.

Those on Mount Buzhou were easy to handle; Zhu Jiuyin could suppress them with force.

But what about those outside Mount Buzhou? As the saying goes, when a general is in the field, he is not bound by the orders of his sovereign.

What's more, because the Wu Clan cultivated their physical bodies using Earth Fiend Qi.

They did not understand divine sense, did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, let alone nourish their hearts and calm their spirits.

Their tempers were extremely explosive.

It was very easy to set them off at the slightest provocation.

Now that the Demon Race was still in the heavens, these frictions occurred frequently.

"This is indeed a big problem!!!"

Listening to Zhu Jiuyin's complaints, Dijiang knew that if he did not think of a way.

Listening to Zhu Jiuyin's complaints, Dijiang knew that if he did not find a way.

Based on these current minor skirmishes, it will sooner or later escalate into a great war between the two races.

(End of this chapter)