Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

At this moment, Xuanbao stood alone on the banks of the River of Oblivion, Nidhogg beneath his feet shrinking to the size of a palm and quietly perched on his shoulder. His gaze pierced through layers of netherworld mist, looking beyond the Sea of ​​Blood, as if he could see the lingering starlight and the shattered remains of the Celestial Court above the East Sea.

"The demon race, they really know how to cause me trouble," he muttered to himself. But now, he still had to find a way to make amends to the current state of the witch race. The demon race's strength had greatly increased, and their previously half-dead fortune was now showing signs of a revival. As for the witch race, they were also affected when Houtu opened the cycle of reincarnation, and they couldn't even set up the Twelve Heavenly Array. Facing the current demon race, it was obvious that they would at most return to square one, with the demon race resorting to mutual destruction...

After thinking for a moment, Xuanbao turned around and took a step out. A spatial passage formed in front of him. Xuanbao stepped into the passage, and at the other end of the passage was the Pangu Palace, the ancestral forbidden ground of the Wu Clan of Buzhou Mountain!

However, this place is the ancestral home of the Wu tribe, formed from the heart of Pangu, and is guarded by eleven ancestral Wu. How could it truly remain completely silent?

Almost the instant Xuanbao's form solidified—

"Who?!"

Eleven violent, fierce auras, seemingly capable of tearing apart heaven and earth, like ferocious beasts unleashed from their sheaths, instantly locked onto the Xuanbao. The auras intertwined to form a death net capable of instantly annihilating ordinary quasi-saints, carrying chilling killing intent and astonishment, and crashed down!

In the center of the blood pool, the blood-red cocoon that had been pulsating for a hundred years suddenly stopped, as if Xing Tian inside had also sensed the invasion of the foreign enemy, emitting waves of vigilance and rage.

"Brother Xuanbao?" Dijiang's voice rang out first, tinged with disbelief and astonishment. The overwhelming spatial sealing force then loosened slightly. "Brother Xuanbao, what brings you here?" The other ten Ancestral Witches also reacted, their auras, though not completely dissipated, softening considerably. Xuanbao smiled slightly. "It's me." Xuanbao seemed oblivious to the terrifying pressure surrounding him, pressure powerful enough to shatter stars. With an apologetic smile, he cupped his hands in a slight bow to the eleven Ancestral Witches. "Things happened suddenly, I didn't have time to announce my arrival, I'm sorry to have disturbed you all. I was presumptuous, I hope you will forgive me."

Xuanbao smiled slightly, which eased the tense atmosphere in the hall a little.

"Hey, Brother Xuanbao, you're welcome to come anytime you like. Our Wu Clan is always happy to welcome you," said Zhu Rong, known for her easygoing personality.

"That's right" x9

However, Di Jun, as the eldest brother, was very curious about how Xuan Bao entered the Pangu Palace. "Brother, you..." Di Jiang took a step forward with his huge body, and the space folded under his feet, instantly appearing several feet in front of Xuan Bao. His brows were furrowed, and his face was full of confusion. "How could you enter the Pangu Palace directly!"

"Dijiang is very puzzled right now. The Pangu Palace is the place where the Father God's will is strongest. Even ordinary saints would find it difficult to sneak in so quietly..." His gaze swept over the mini black dragon on Xuanbao's shoulder, which looked like an ornament. He was full of confusion and waited for Xuanbao to answer his questions.

Xuanbao smiled slightly. "Brother, have you forgotten that I was baptized by the Pangu Blood Pool? Isn't it normal for me to come in easily?"

Upon hearing what Xuanbao said, Dijun finally realized what had happened. "Look at my brain, it was my oversight." Dijiang patted his head and laughed heartily. "But my brother's sudden arrival must be for something important."

Xuanbao's smile faded, and his expression turned serious: "To be honest, brothers, I have come here to discuss an important matter, concerning the survival of the Witch Clan and the key to resisting the Demon Clan's 'Zhou Tian Xing Dou' (a powerful strategy). It is urgent."

"It's about the survival of the witch clan again."

Why do I say "again"?

It seems Xuanbao has said this several times already...

cough~

do not mind the details.

However, upon hearing about "fighting against the demon race's celestial constellations," the eleven ancestral witches were invigorated, their eyes blazing with fervent light. Regardless, they wanted to hear carefully about the demon race. Zhu Rong even asked urgently, "Brother, do you have a way to deal with that feathered beast's bird formation?"

Gonggong's eyes also gleamed: "Could it be related to Xingtian?" He looked at the large cocoon in the center of the blood pool.

Xuanbao shook his head, then nodded, his gaze sweeping over the eleven Ancestral Witches before finally settling on the boiling Pangu Blood Pool. He slowly said, "Xingtian wants to become an Ancestral Witch and complete the twelve Ancestral Witch positions. The reappearance of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is the fundamental way to counter the Zhou Tian Stars. However, the Demon Race has recovered its strength and its fortune has slightly improved after annexing Penglai. In addition, there is the Zhou Tian Stars Formation. Even if the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is re-established, the outcome of the two formations will be fifty-fifty, and it will definitely be a protracted battle with heavy casualties."

Jumang said in a deep voice, "What you say is very true, brother. But what is the plan? Could it be... that you have a way to hasten Xing Tian's birth, or to enhance the power of the great formation?" His eyes were filled with hope. Xuanbao's mind was far more capable than that of the Wu Clan, giving the Wu Clan extraordinary confidence in him.

Xuanbao made no attempt to conceal anything, meeting the gazes of the assembled ancestral witches, and said, word by word, "This humble brother is unworthy, but I wish to assist my elder brothers in refining a set of—the 'Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Banners'!"

"The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons... flags?" Upon hearing this, all the Ancestral Witches were taken aback.

What are the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Flags?

Xuanbao: ...

Well, I overestimated the intelligence of the Wu tribe!

Xuanbao patiently explained, "The Great Array of Divine Fiends of the Capital Heaven uses the essence, blood, fiendish energy, and laws of all my brothers as a guide to communicate with the will left behind by Father God Pangu in the world, and to summon the true form of Father God. Its power is unparalleled. However, to set up the array, all twelve Ancestral Witches must be gathered together, with their minds in sync and their laws resonating. None of them can be missing."

"The 'Capital God and Demon Banner' that I mentioned is a clever trick. It requires collecting a drop of the essence blood from each of my brothers, fusing it with the primordial evil energy of the Pangu Blood Pool, and supplementing it with the chaotic spiritual materials and innate treasures I obtained, to forge twelve 'Capital God and Demon Banners' that correspond to the primordial laws of each of my brothers. Once this banner is completed, it can be divided among the twelve Ancestral Witches."

"Normally, you brothers can nurture and refine the corresponding array flags with your own essence and the laws, making them increasingly connected to yourselves, almost like clones. When facing an enemy, there is no need to expend enormous effort and time to gather baleful energy and communicate resonance as before. The twelve Ancestral Witches only need to each hold their own natal divine bale flag, stand according to the array diagram's orientation, and simultaneously activate the array flags!"

"When the array flags are activated, they can automatically draw upon the Pangu's malevolent energy and the power of corresponding laws that are circulating between heaven and earth, greatly reducing the consumption of the ancestral witch's essence and mental burden, and also greatly shortening the formation time of the great array to almost instantaneous! Moreover, because the array flags are refined from chaotic spiritual materials and the essence of the blood pool, their carrying capacity is stronger, and the summoned true form of the Father God may be even more solid and enduring than before!"

Xuanbao's voice echoed in the empty Pangu Hall, each word like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the eleven Ancestral Witches.

Accelerate deployment! Reduce resource consumption! Even more than before!

Each of these advantages represents a significant edge for the Wu Clan, who are about to engage in a life-or-death battle with the Demon Clan, who possess the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array! The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array excels in its wide range, versatility, rapid activation, and inexhaustible borrowing of stellar power. The original Du Tian Shen Sha Grand Array, while powerful at its absolute peak, is relatively slow to activate and consumes a great deal of energy from the Ancestral Wu. If, as Xuan Bao suggests, this flag can be forged to compensate for the slow activation speed and reduce the burden on the Ancestral Wu, then the Wu Clan will truly gain the upper hand when facing the Demon Clan!

Dijiang's breathing became slightly heavier, and the spatial ripples in his eyes surged violently. Zhurong's flames burned silently to their peak, revealing his inner excitement. Gonggong's face was ashen, but the veins on his clenched fists were bulging. The other Ancestral Witches also stared intently at Xuanbao with burning eyes.

"Brother...is this true? This flag...can it really be forged? Does it require a drop of our heart's blood from each of us?" Di Jiang's voice was slightly hoarse, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly into Xuan Bao's eyes, trying to see any falsehood within them. Heart's blood was no small matter, especially for them, who were currently nurturing Xing Tian and had already expended a drop. Taking another drop would further damage their essence, requiring an even longer recovery time. But if this flag truly possessed such miraculous effects, the price...was worth the gamble!

"Absolutely true." Xuanbao met his gaze calmly, his expression extremely solemn. "I have already deduced the method of refining it. The core lies in three points: First, the purest essence blood of all my brothers, which serves as the catalyst, giving the array flag the most fundamental connection with all my brothers and the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons; second, the eternal and indestructible Father God's demonic energy and essence in the Pangu Blood Pool, which serves as the foundation, ensuring that the array flag summons the true 'Pangu incarnation'."

He paused, his voice growing deeper: "When the array flags are first forged, their power may only reach seventy or eighty percent of the complete Dutian Divine Fiend Array. It will require you brothers to continuously nurture and refine them with your essence, blood, and fiendish energy, deeply fusing them together, so that they can gradually strengthen and even surpass the previous ones. Furthermore, the array flags are intertwined with the life of the Ancestral Witch. Once damaged, the Ancestral Witch holding the flag will also suffer a backlash. This must not be overlooked."

Xuanbao explained the pros and cons clearly. He neither concealed nor exaggerated, leaving the choice entirely to the Wu Clan.

A brief silence fell over the Pangu Palace. Only the soft ripples of the blood pool and the rhythmic, powerful pulsation of the crimson cocoon could be heard.

The eleven Ancestral Witches exchanged intense, silent thoughts. Their gazes were fixed on the cocoon containing the Mysterious Treasure, the Blood Pool, and Xing Tian.

The risks include: further loss of vital essence and blood, worsening of the original injury; the refining process may affect Xing Tian; the array flags are not omnipotent and there is a risk of backlash.

But the benefits are even greater: a peerless weapon that can greatly enhance the strategic advantage of the Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation! A key bargaining chip that may determine the outcome of the future battle between the Lich and Demon races! A clan treasure that can allow the Lich race to reverse its disadvantage and even gain the upper hand when facing the Demon race's Heavenly Star Formation!

"Let's do it!" Zhu Rong roared first, his red hair flying. "Even if it means shedding another drop of blood, if it gives us the chance to crush those scrawny birds, it's worth it!"

"I agree as well." Gonggong's voice was icy. "Brother Xuanbao has treated us with sincerity and offered his full assistance. How could our Wu Clan be cowards? Even if there are risks, we will bear them together!"

"Yes." "Good." "We should refine it!" Jumang, Rushou, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi all expressed their opinions, their eyes filled with determination.

Di Jiang took a deep breath, the aura causing the surrounding space to slightly collapse. He looked at Xuan Bao, clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, all his gratitude and trust contained in that one gesture: "Brother Xuan Bao, I cannot express my gratitude enough! The Wu Clan owes you so much! If this banner is successfully completed, the Wu Clan will be your strongest support! Whatever you need, just say the word! This essence blood, we'll give it to you! This blood pool's origin, you can use it as you please! We only ask that you, brother, act without hesitation!"

Xuanbao returned the greeting respectfully: "Brother Dijiang, you flatter me. The demon race has acted perversely, forging the Witch-Slaying Sword and harming billions of humans. This hatred is irreconcilable. Helping the Witch race is also helping the human race, helping this primordial world suffer less from the demon race's ravages. It is my duty!"

Xuanbao didn't take Dijiang's words to heart. In the prehistoric world, might makes right. Now that he was about to enter the first echelon of the prehistoric world, there was indeed not much the Wu Clan could do for him anymore. However, the relationship was still there, and he might need it sometime. So he didn't say anything more.

"Alright!" Di Jiang said no more, turned to face the blood pool, and shouted in a deep voice, "Brothers, take your positions, protect Xing Tian, ​​and stabilize the blood pool! Take the blood!"

"roar!"

The eleven Ancestral Witches responded in unison, their voices reverberating throughout the palace. They instantly shifted positions, once again circling the Pangu Blood Pool. Each of them unleashed a burst of malevolent energy, not to attack their enemies, but to transform into eleven towering pillars of light of different colors, which poured into the Blood Pool and the crimson cocoon in the center, forming a powerful protective and stabilizing barrier that firmly protected the area where Xing Tian was located, isolating it from internal and external disturbances.

Immediately, the eleven Ancestral Witches, with their faces as usual, pointed their fingers like knives and stabbed directly into their own hearts, demonstrating to Xuanbao what it truly meant to be heartless and sincere.

"laugh--"

我凑

Seeing the scene before him, Xuanbao could only say that the Wu clan were all ruthless. They were ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to themselves. They directly used their hands to dig out their hearts, and they acted as if digging out their hearts was child's play.

Each of the eleven Ancestral Witches plunged their hands into their hearts, and a gush of crimson, strangely glowing essence blood gushed forth from each. The essence blood trembled slightly in mid-air as soon as it left their bodies, emanating a powerful and pure aura, as if containing the most primal power of the Ancestral Witches. Xuanbao dared not delay and immediately collected the eleven gushes of essence blood.

The Ancestral Witches who had their blood drawn were pale and looked extremely weak, like crippled men who had been struck by frost, and even their cultivation levels showed signs of decline.

Damn it, Xuanbao didn't expect Dijiang and the others to be so ruthless. Originally, in order to forcibly elevate Xingtian to the status of an Ancestral Witch, they had already sacrificed a drop of their heart's essence blood, causing great damage to their origins. Now, it seems they've severed a major artery, making their cultivation levels unstable and even lower. How can they possibly fight the demon race now?

Xuanbao dared not delay and quickly took out the Three Lights Divine Water and injected it into the bodies of the eleven Ancestral Witches. The Ancestral Witches, who were originally extremely weak, recovered a little, but it was only a little better. The bodies of the Ancestral Witches could not be restored by this little bit of Three Lights Divine Water. However, at this moment, they looked at Xuanbao with a little embarrassment and looked away, as if nothing had happened.

~cough~

It's embarrassing when you fail to show off.