149: Dividing Treasures, Qiankun Cauldron

Unlike the other Twelve Ancestral Witches who were straightforward, Ancestral Witch Houtu had a more delicate mind and saw through the Dao Ancestor's intentions.

She then took a step forward and said, "Dao Ancestor above, Houtu has a matter to inquire."

Hearing this, Hongjun recovered from his light slumber, his gaze deep as an abyss, yet he did not say a word, only nodding slightly to signal her to continue.

"Our Wu tribe does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, but specializes in the Physical Body. Although we are peerless in combat power, it is difficult for us to participate in the Great Dao."

Houtu's voice was low, carrying a hint of worry. "Now many Innate Sacred Beings have received the Dao Ancestor's teachings and their cultivation has improved, while only my Wu tribe's path ahead is mist-shrouded. I request the Dao Ancestor to give us guidance."

Before her voice had even faded, Hongjun suddenly raised his hand, and a strand of Chaos aura circulated in his palm, transforming into twelve phantom shadows, which were precisely the forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Those phantoms condensed at times and dispersed at others, finally transforming into a piece of Chaos.

"Heaven and Earth have Yin and Yang, and all things are divided into life and death," Hongjun's voice was ethereal and unpredictable. "The Wu tribe was born from that one's Essence Blood and should return to that one's Dao."

Houtu's brow furrowed as she failed to understand the meaning. "Houtu is dull; could the Dao Ancestor speak plainly?"

Hongjun, however, had already turned around, and with a light flick of his sleeve, a phantom scene appeared in the Void Realm: "No destruction, no construction; no death, no life."

Houtu's pupils shrank slightly as she vaguely captured something, yet it was difficult to put into words.

She was about to ask further, but saw that Hongjun's figure had already gradually faded, leaving only a strand of Dao sound echoing: "The time has not yet come, the Opportunity will arrive on its own."

Zixiao Palace suddenly became silent.

Houtu stood in place, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

She clearly felt that there was a hidden mystery in the Dao Ancestor's words, but it was like looking at flowers through a fog; she could not grasp the essence.

"Returning to Father God's Dao... no destruction, no construction..."

She murmured in a low voice, her gaze falling upon the place where the phantom had just appeared.

It was empty now, but it left a deep impression in her heart.

After a long time, Houtu sighed deeply, bowed once more in the direction where Hongjun had disappeared, and turned to leave.

Walking out of Zixiao Palace, Houtu looked back at this Saint's Dao arena, a hint of realization flashing in her eyes.

Perhaps the way out for the Wu tribe was never to be sought externally, but rather...

She looked down at her own hands; that Ancestral Witch body containing the Pangu Bloodline seemed to be telling some kind of eternal truth.

...

At the location of the Treasure Distribution Cliff, a group of Innate Sacred Beings arrived here, all attracted by the numerous treasures in this place.

Those that could be collected by a Saint were all various kinds of Innate Spirit Treasures, and Innate Spiritual Roots were also not few in number.

With their arrival, many Spirit Treasures and Spiritual Roots sensed the arrival of their Qi and reacted one after another.

For a time, on the Treasure Distribution Cliff, treasure light soared to the sky, and thousands of spiritual items sensed the Qi of the immortals, suddenly scattering and flying in all directions like meteors.

The entire scene instantly reached a boiling point as various colored escape lights wove into a net, and the situation became a chaotic mess.

Everyone again displayed their respective Divine Abilities; treasures and Opportunity were simply a matter of one's own ability.

The Three Pure Ones were the most composed. Taishang Laozi had the Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Tower above his head, suppressing this part of the world; wherever he passed, Spirit Treasures were fixed one after another, allowing him to pick and choose.

Yuanshi held the three treasures jade ruyi and shook it gently, causing the Void Realm to shake as many Spirit Treasures came toward him in response.

Tongtian just happened to test the power of the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

Although he had not been able to refine them and could not exert great power, once the four swords were planted there, their towering ferocious might appeared, and no one dared to approach.

Tongtian shouted, "A fine sword!" and then collected a large number of treasures.

On the other side, the brothers Dijun and Taiyi were extremely hegemonic. The he tu lu book unfolded, instantly locking onto the positions of dozens of Spirit Treasures.

The chaos bell let out a roar, time and space froze, and all the fleeing Spirit Treasures were fixed in place.

Wherever the two passed, other Cultivators avoided them one after another, helplessly watching as one treasure after another fell into their hands.

The East Duke's eyes had also turned red as he led the immortals of the Immortal Court in a rampage.

He sacrificed the Dragon-headed Golden Staff, which transformed into a ten-thousand-foot Golden Dragon that pounced and bit everywhere, but because he was greedy for too many and seeking Perfection, he instead missed the best opportunities.

Those Spirit Treasures he had dispersed were instantly taken by other mighty experts, infuriating him to the point of stamping with rage.

On the Treasure Distribution Cliff, escape lights were like rain, and shouting, sounds of contention, and sighs rose and fell one after another.

Everyone put forth their full effort, fearing to miss this unprecedented Opportunity.

In just a short moment, the cliff that originally had treasure light soaring to the sky was already in tatters, with only some broken Restrictions still flickering slightly.

As the rest of the people were leaving, Yuanshi took a fancy to the main body of the Treasure Distribution Cliff itself.

To be able to carry so many Innate Spirit Treasure Restrictions, this object was certainly no ordinary item, and it was perfectly suitable for Artifact Refining.

He then called out to Tongtian, "Third Brother, strike a sword here!"

"And there!"

Tongtian directly held the zhuxian sword and began to break the seal on the main body of the Treasure Distribution Cliff.

Seeing this, everyone was suddenly startled—it could be done like this!

But seeing that the ones taking action were the Three Pure Ones, the Saint's direct disciples and future Saints, they did not dare to go up and behave insolently.

...

Within Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun stood quietly, a great cauldron circling around him incessantly.

Seeing everyone getting their treasures and leaving, Haotian and Yaochi received instructions and walked over to close the palace gates.

The radiance of Zixiao Palace also gradually dimmed, slowly becoming hidden within the Chaos.

Solemn Saintly sounds fell, which could be heard clearly throughout the entire Primordial World.

"The Great Dao is fifty, Heaven evolves forty-nine, and the one that escapes is the one."

"Today I merge with the Dao. Henceforth, Hongjun is the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao is not Hongjun!"

"Heavenly Dao, Merge!"

As the voice fell, all living beings in the Primordial World, those above the Daluo rank, all felt that the Primordial World had become even more of a Perfection.

The Chaos Zixiao Palace also completely hid itself away.

Finally, Hongjun glanced in a certain direction, as if there was also a gaze there that met his own.

Hongjun smiled and nodded with pleasure, and with a toss of his hand, that great cauldron penetrated the Void Realm and fell into the Primordial World.

...

Immortal Volcano.

At this time, Qing Wu had already emerged from seclusion, and seeing that Saint's manifestation once again revealed in the Primordial World, he could not help but smile.

It was certain; this old Daoist indeed likes the act of manifesting holiness before others.

Once for becoming a Saint, once for Merging with the Dao; he wished for the entire Primordial World to know of his existence.

However, by merging his body with the Heavenly Dao and not appearing unless it concerns the general trend of the Primordial World, he indeed deserves the praise of "the Dao Ancestor's great righteousness"!

The Saint hangs high above but does not interfere with the actions of all living beings.

Simply put, if something goes wrong, I'll handle it; you all can do as you please.

Qing Wu also bowed slightly toward him.

He then looked at the great cauldron in his hand, "This should be that qiankun cauldron."

This cauldron is in the rank of Innate Supreme Treasure, with outstanding defensive capabilities; when held above the head, it also grants the ability of Innate invincibility.

However, its most outstanding ability is that of returning the Acquired to the Innate.

Innate Spirit Treasures are extremely precious to the Primordial World, the reason being that they are limited in number.

With it, one would be able to refine Innate Spirit Treasures.

In addition, using it to polish Spirit Treasures and supplement the Origin is also very good.

Qing Wu's other supreme treasure—the Beast God Palace—suffered damage to its Origin, and relying on its own self-repair is also indefinitely far off.

By refining it with the qiankun cauldron, it should be able to assist in its rapid recovery..."