Chapter 87: Nurturing Through the Gathering of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Essence Blood

Pangu Temple, deep within the Blood Pool.

Dijiang and the others, who had been sitting in a circle, woke up one by one, their expressions all grim.

"Big Brother! The power of the Essence Blood left behind by our little sister is somewhat weak."

Xuanming's face was dark as she looked toward that drop of dark red blood in the distance.

After returning from Mount Buzhou, they had gone straight into the depths of the Blood Pool.

Although Father God's heart was gone, the Blood Pool still remained.

To search for that mysterious space, the location where Father God's heart had previously been was naturally the most suitable; after all, this place had once connected to that very spot.

The several Ancestral Witches, anxious in their hearts, immediately began to act, but after attempting it repeatedly, they had no success.

Houtu's drop of Essence Blood was naturally not inferior, but compared to these Ancestral Witches, there was a significant gap.

Because of this somewhat disjointed disparity, the Ancestral Witches' powers could not achieve resonance.

The remaining Ancestral Witches did not speak, only becoming increasingly irritable one by one.

The stone man who had suddenly popped out had wasted too much of their energy and caused them to suffer repeated setbacks.

Dijiang beckoned with his right hand, looked at the Essence Blood floating in his palm, and said in a deep voice, "In that case! We shall create an Ancestral Witch."

As soon as the words fell, Zhurong and the others, who could no longer sit still, were all stunned, looking at Dijiang in astonishment.

Even Xuanming looked at him with a face full of surprise.

Ancestral Witches were all formed from Father God's Essence Blood; they had no power to control that.

Moreover, now that Father God's heart had been stolen by Tian Yuan, such a possibility was even less likely.

Dijiang ignored them, leaped up, and fled toward the surface of the Blood Pool.

The few people in the area looked at each other, and without the slightest hesitation, they all chased after Dijiang's figure.

With a splashing sound, the several Ancestral Witches all appeared at the edge of the Blood Pool.

Dijiang's gaze turned toward the billions of stars flickering above the Blood Pool, and he spoke softly: "Gather the power of our twelve Ancestral Witches to create a Great Witch comparable to an Ancestral Witch!"

As he spoke, Dijiang opened his mouth and spat out a drop of silvery-white blood, which landed in the air.

Xuanming and the others, who had been confused, saw their eyes light up upon hearing this.

Although Ancestral Witch Essence Blood was precious, it would not damage their origins.

If they gathered the Essence Blood of all twelve Ancestral Witches, perhaps they could truly, as Dijiang said, create a formidable Great Witch.

Let this extraordinary Great Witch take Houtu's place, and then work together to find that Consciousness Space.

Furthermore, the Wu Clan's most powerful means, the Twelve Capital Divine Array, could not be formed without one Ancestral Witch; this Great Witch might also be able to replace Houtu.

Regardless, Dijiang's suggestion was perfect.

Gonggong and the others did not hesitate, each opening their mouths to spit out a drop of Essence Blood.

In an instant, twelve drops of blood of various colors floated above the Blood Pool, radiating a rolling might.

Immediately, the several Ancestral Witches all raised their heads, their gazes fixed on the Starry Sky flickering with countless stars above the Blood Pool.

The vast majority of the Wu Clan were born in the temple's Blood Pool, but they did not rely solely on the power of the Blood Pool; they also needed the wandering souls drifting between the heaven and earth of the Primordial World.

Through the refinement of the Blood Pool, the wandering souls turned into pure True Spirits, absorbing energy to become the Wu Clan.

The True Spirit is the most fundamental mark of every living being, and thus it still retained some of its original characteristics.

This is the direct reason why the Wu Clan's appearances are so strange and varied, as if pieced together from various creatures.

Dijiang flapped his wings, and suddenly, in the dazzling stars, clusters of light emerged; they were large and small, and the light they emitted was also different.

Regardless of size or brightness, each light cluster contained a faint figure floating within.

Without any movement from Dijiang, the appearing light clusters faded one by one, leaving only the largest and brightest ones behind.

They floated above the Blood Pool, and the wandering souls within were clearly visible.

Although their skin color and features were quite different, without exception, their forms all resembled the Human Race of later generations.

These were all Innate Sacred who had fallen in the Primordial World; because they most resembled Father God's form, they were all very powerful.

After examining them closely for a few moments, Dijiang chose a wandering soul that best fit Father God's form.

Resembling Father God Pangu made it easier to absorb the energy of the Blood Pool, and the resulting Wu Clan would be even more powerful.

The powerful Great Witches in the clan were almost all of this form.

Therefore, to create a Great Witch comparable to an Ancestral Witch, it was essential to be as close to Father God's form as possible.

The remaining light clusters retreated back into the sky and disappeared into the brilliant Starry Sky.

Standing at the edge of the Blood Pool, Dijiang shook the wings on his back, and suddenly the twelve drops of Essence Blood floating in the air shot out, all merging into that light cluster.

In an instant, the light cluster's blood-red glow intensified, and then it quickly plummeted into the Blood Pool.

As soon as it entered, the entire Blood Pool immediately began to boil, and countless blood water surged toward the light cluster, weaving into a large cocoon that slowly sank toward the bottom of the pool.

Feeling the energy rapidly gathering in the Blood Pool, a flash of sadness crossed Dijiang's eyes.

Lacking Father God's heart, after gestating this Great Witch, the energy contained in the Blood Pool would likely be nearly exhausted.

However, as long as they could find that space, everything would be worth it.

Dijiang now understood that that space was the greatest gift Father God had left for them.

Withdrawing his gaze, Dijiang looked around at the many Ancestral Witches and spoke softly: "Now we just wait for this Great Witch to be gestated."

Whether it was the energy in the Blood Pool or the Essence Blood of the twelve Ancestral Witches, both required time to be absorbed.

Once the Great Witch was gestated, they would have a chance to capture that stone man.

Feeling the gradually increasing aura in the Blood Pool, Xuanming and the others were all filled with joy.

Gonggong frowned, but said in a deep voice, "Big Brother, what if that stone man goes around capturing our clansmen again?"

If one were to say who among the twelve Ancestral Witches was most furious at Tian Yuan, it was none other than Gonggong.

Hearing Gonggong's words, everyone in the hall had their expressions darken.

Tian Yuan was capturing the Wu Clan on a massive scale, though he was only going to dredge the Earth Veins and did not harm their lives.

But if they allowed the stone man to act unscrupulously, what face would they, the Ancestral Witches, have left to walk upon the Great Desolate land?

More crucially, as the Earth Veins were continuously dredged, Tian Yuan's strength grew ever stronger.

Gonggong deeply suspected that the reason for Tian Yuan's strength skyrocketing so rapidly was entirely due to the credit of those captured Wu Clan members.

Without the Wu Clan to comb through and purify the Earth Veins, that Tian Yuan would just be an ordinary stone man.

Dijiang and the others clearly thought of this as well, and their expressions instantly turned grave.

The current Tian Yuan was no longer the same as before; he not only possessed the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal Peak but also held an Ancestral Witch Body.

As Ancestral Witches themselves, they were very clear about the power of the Ancestral Witch Body; they were unkillable.

This meant that if Tian Yuan truly wanted to go around capturing the Wu Clan, relying solely on the power of the eleven of them, the Ancestral Witches, they simply could not stop him.

The Eastern Land was so vast, and the opponent held the will of Mount Buzhou; it could be said that he was impossible to guard against.

If things went poorly, before the Great Witch in the Blood Pool had even gestured to be born, Tian Yuan's Dao cultivation would already be far above theirs. By then, that detestable fellow might even capture them to dredge the Earth Veins; they absolutely could not let Tian Yuan continue to grow like this.

Glancing at the Blood Pool before him, Dijiang spoke calmly: "Recall all clansmen of the tribe, gather them around the Divine Temple, and we Ancestral Witches shall personally sit in the tribe!"

The Father God's heart was gone, so they no longer needed to meditate in the Blood Pool.

Gathering all the clansmen was the only method Dijiang could think of.

With the eleven Ancestral Witches gathered together, that Tian Yuan would only be able to shrink back onto Mount Buzhou.

Once they entered that space and grasped the will of the Father God, dominating the Great Desolate would surely be even easier.

Although they were unwilling to retreat like this, they truly had no other way.

The many Ancestral Witches nodded, intending to go and recall the clansmen scattered across the Great Desolate land.

"Xuanming, you stay here to guard; leave the affairs of your tribe to me!" Dijiang called out to Xuanming, who was about to leave.

The Great Witch about to be gestated in the Blood Pool concerned the future of the entire Wu Clan, and Dijiang would never allow any mishaps.

Xuanming stopped her movement and nodded heavily.

The many Ancestral Witches left one by one, and in the entire Divine Temple, only Xuanming remained, sitting quietly by the Blood Pool.

In a mountain range in the Eastern Land, Tian Yuan's figure flew past, sweeping up all the Wu Clan members of the tribe before him.

After he and Huluwa threw the captured Wu Clan members into the Earth Veins, the two of them had set off on the journey to capture the Wu Clan again without stopping.

Regardless of what plans the few Ancestral Witches had, the task of capturing the Wu Clan would not stop.

He had already laid his cards on the table now; if the Ancestral Witches still didn't know what was good for them, then there was no need to be polite.

Just at this moment, Tian Yuan swept his gaze into the distance and was instantly slightly stunned.

A majestic figure traversed the void; it was Dijiang, the leader of the twelve Ancestral Witches.

And in another direction, Tian Yuan felt another powerful aura sweep past, likewise an Ancestral Witch going in a hurry.

Watching the figures that appeared and quickly disappeared in the distance, Tian Yuan couldn't help but be puzzled: "What are these Wu Clan members doing?"

Sensing the surroundings carefully, the Ancestral Witches were not hiding nearby to plot against him.

Muttering a few words, Tian Yuan couldn't be bothered to pay attention and quickly fled toward the front.

A Wu Clan tribe appeared in his perception, but the next second, Tian Yuan's expression changed, and his figure vanished instantly.

Below was a huge valley with dense, simple stone houses standing tall.

That architectural style was clearly a not-so-small Wu Clan tribe.

But now, the entire valley was quiet, and there wasn't a single Wu Clan figure to be seen.

Tian Yuan frowned slightly; when he came down the mountain, he and Huluwa had distributed the areas, and this area of Wu Clan tribes had not been swept through.

Carrying his doubts, Tian Yuan continued to flee forward, but the tribes he encountered next were all empty.

"Damn! These Ancestral Witches wouldn't have swept up all their own clansmen, would they?" Tian Yuan exclaimed, his expression somewhat annoyed.

Dijiang had just flown in this direction; after a thought turned in his mind, Tian Yuan understood the reason.

In order to prevent him from capturing the Wu Clan everywhere, the Ancestral Witches had taken all their clansmen away themselves.

The angry Tian Yuan chose a direction at random and fled quickly.

Just as he had thought, many of the tribes he encountered were all silent, without a ghost of a shadow.

Tian Yuan stood in the air, his eyebrows twitching with anger.

He was not of the Wu Clan; finding tribes relied entirely on his Divine Sense, but the Ancestral Witches were different—with the power of bloodlines, they could easily sense the location of every tribe.

If the Ancestral Witches really did this, he definitely couldn't compete with Dijiang and the others.

Sensing a violent fluctuation ahead, Tian Yuan accelerated his flight; it was Dijiang's figure again.

The other party fled continuously through the void, and even when he saw Tian Yuan, he did not pay him any mind.

The four wings on his back flapped rapidly, and he vanished before his eyes in a blink, leaving behind only empty tribes one after another.

Tian Yuan felt incomparably depressed.

When did the Ancestral Witches become so smart that they even learned to walk someone else's path?

Looking around, Tian Yuan sighed softly and had no choice but to turn back toward Mount Buzhou.

It was fortunate that he had come down the mountain early and had already captured some Wu Clan members; otherwise, he feared he would have returned empty-handed this trip.

As for the following situation, Tian Yuan was not worried; the Ancestral Witches used great divine abilities to take away their clansmen, so they would surely have to release them eventually.

It was likely they knew they couldn't stop his actions and wanted to gather all their clansmen in one place.

But this was also fine; once his strength was formidable, he could take them all in one pot at that time, saving him from running around everywhere and wasting time.

"Father Mountain!"

Just as he approached Mount Buzhou, he saw Huluwa running over in a rush from afar.

Huluwa was only at the Great Luo Golden Immortal late stage and certainly couldn't keep up with the speed of the Ancestral Witches; he figured his harvest was even smaller than his own.

Sure enough, the panting Huluwa said angrily: "Those Ancestral Witches took all the Wu Clan members away themselves; I didn't even catch a few."

"It's fine! I already know!"

Patting Huluwa's head, Tian Yuan slowly turned around and looked into the distance, where a figure was charging across the void in a rage.

With a python's head and a human body, draped in black scales and stepping on a black dragon, it was none other than Gonggong, the Water Ancestral Witch among the twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Tian Yuan! Come out and fight!" Gonggong roared loudly, his eyes filled with nothing but violence.

Because his tribe had been swept through by Tian Yuan earlier, he did not have many clansmen under his jurisdiction, and the remaining ones were almost all below the Golden Immortal realm.

This situation undoubtedly made Gonggong, who was already full of pent-up anger, even more furious.

After those clansmen of his tribe were taken away, he had rushed to Mount Buzhou at the first opportunity.

Regarding this detestable stone man, Gonggong truly could not swallow the anger in his chest.

"Not interested!" Tian Yuan headed toward Mount Buzhou without even looking back.

If he had the strength to absolutely crush the opponent, he naturally wouldn't mind capturing Gonggong.

The two were about equal in strength, and there were other Ancestral Witches nearby, so there was absolutely no need to fight.

Once the opponent was at a disadvantage, wouldn't he just end up fighting a group of Ancestral Witches alone? It was pointless.

Seeing Tian Yuan escape into Mount Buzhou and vanish without the slightest hesitation, this act of being ignored made Gonggong's entire chest feel like it was about to explode.

His violent body slammed over fiercely, crashing heavily into the spot where Tian Yuan had disappeared.

Rocks shattered, Mount Buzhou trembled slightly, and a massive crater appeared.

Just as Gonggong was about to vent his anger further, the words of Dijiang reached his ears.

His raised fist stopped in mid-air; with a roar, Gonggong dashed toward the mountain range at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Amidst a rumbling sound, his body crushed peak after peak, and the rising dust blotted out the sky and sun.

(End of this chapter)