Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

In the square in front of the Pangu Temple, it seemed as if even the wind had stopped.

With a "crack," the teacup in Dijiang's hand was crushed into powder.

Zhu Rong's mouth gaped open, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

Houtu stood up abruptly, her eyes wide open like copper bells.

pregnant?

These three words echoed in the minds of the ancestral witches, making their heads buzz.

For the Wu tribe, procreation has always been a major issue.

They were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu. To give birth to a pure-blooded great witch, one must consume one's own essence and blood to be nurtured in a blood pool, and the success rate is extremely low.

As for having offspring through the union of yin and yang like other races?

Give me a break.

The powerful physical bodies and malevolent aura of the Wu tribe are something no other race can withstand, let alone give birth to.

But now, Lin Xuan says that the Queen Mother of the West is pregnant?

"Really...really?"

Dijiang's voice was trembling; this ancestral witch who controlled space was now unable to speak fluently.

The Queen Mother of the West blushed and nodded gently: "I did indeed sense it."

"boom!"

Zhu Rong leaped up, spewing a towering pillar of fire towards the sky: "Hahahaha! We have an heir! Our Wu clan has an heir! I'm going to be an uncle!"

Gonggong, unusually, didn't splash water, but instead chuckled foolishly: "Hehe, I have a nephew now, I'm going to teach him to swim..."

Houtu was so moved that tears streamed down her face. She grabbed Xi Wangmu's hand tightly, as if afraid of hurting her: "Sister-in-law, you are a great hero of our Wu tribe! Please sit down, don't tire yourself out!"

Looking at this group of overjoyed older brothers and sisters, Lin Xuan felt a warm glow in his heart.

But he knew that something even more important was yet to come.

"Brothers, don't be so happy yet."

Lin Xuan gestured for everyone to be quiet. "There's a second thing."

The ancestral witches immediately sat up straight, looking at Lin Xuan like obedient children. Lin Xuan's status in their eyes was now absolutely number one, even surpassing that of the Father God.

"As I said before, as long as I can give birth to offspring, I can solve the problem of our witch clan's lack of primordial spirit through bloodline support."

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's words, all the Ancestral Witches began to breathe rapidly.

"Little Thirteen, you mean..." Dijiang looked at him nervously.

"Just now, because of the child's development, my innate divine power has fully awakened." Lin Xuan began to spout nonsense with a straight face. "I sensed that the Father God's power of creation has resonated through our bloodlines, planting a 'seed' deep within your true spirits!"

"Seeds?" Zhu Rong touched his forehead, looking confused. "Why can't I feel anything?"

"Because the seed is still dormant," Lin Xuan explained. "And my innate divine ability is the method to awaken and activate this seed."

As he spoke, he gently touched the space between his eyebrows with his finger.

A mysterious and obscure golden light flew from his fingertips and hovered in mid-air.

That was a cultivation technique.

Nine Revolutions of Yuan Gong.

"This...this is..." Di Jiang only glanced at the golden light, but felt his true spirit tremble, as if something was about to break through the ground.

"This is the legacy left by the Father God in our bloodline, a technique specifically for cultivating the primordial spirit, called the Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique, which complements our Nine Revolutions Profound Technique."

"As long as we cultivate it, we can activate the primordial spirit seed within our bodies, cultivate a primordial spirit, comprehend the Dao of Heaven, and use magical treasures!"

These words were even more shocking than the earlier announcement of her pregnancy.

If pregnancy is about continuing the family line, then the "Nine Revolutions Divine Skill" is about defying fate!

Why are the Witch Clan always outmaneuvered by the Demon Clan? Why are they always used as pawns by sages?

It's because they lack brains... no, it's because they lack spiritual energy, they don't understand divination, and they don't know how to calculate.

Now, this biggest weakness is about to be addressed?

Dijiang trembled as he reached out and touched the golden light.

A flood of information rushed into my mind.

That's true.

It truly is a method for cultivating the primordial spirit! And it perfectly suits the physique of the Wu clan!

"By Father God..."

Dijiang's eyes reddened.

This tough, unyielding man suddenly felt an urge to cry.

"Little Thirteen." Dijiang turned around and patted Lin Xuan's shoulder heavily. "You are the savior of the Witch Clan. Your elder brother didn't spoil you for nothing."

The other Ancestral Witches were also excited.

With their primordial spirits, they were no longer just reckless brutes.

At that time, the left hand will break through all laws with the physical body, and the right hand will control spiritual treasures with the primordial spirit.

Demon race?

Di Jun?

Taiyi?

That's nothing!

"Pass on my orders!"

Dijiang abruptly stood up, his aura becoming more imposing than ever before. "Except for Xing Tian, ​​Da Yi, and the others left to guard the area, all other Ancestral Witches, immediately go into seclusion!"

"We must cultivate our primordial spirit!"

"The day we emerge from seclusion will be the day the world changes!"

"yes!"

The remaining eleven ancestral witches responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Lin Xuan watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.

It finally started.

With the Wu tribe now possessing primordial spirits, the script of this primordial world is about to be rewritten.

As for Hongjun Daozu?

Haha, sorry, the system just notified me that there is a function to block secrets.

You can take your time calculating.