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

Xuanbao looked at the eleven Ancestral Witches, their auras weak, their faces pale, and their ability to even stand with difficulty. He felt both helpless and moved. The Witch Clan has always been carefree, thoughtless, and not very bright, but to be honest, being friends with them gives you a different feeling. Although they have many flaws, they will never play tricks on you, and they will really fight when there is a problem.

"Brothers... are you all alright...?" Xuanbao said slyly, looking at Dijiang and the others who were forcing themselves to stand up straight and pretending nothing had happened.

Seeing Xuanbao's expression, Dijiang couldn't hold back any longer.

"cough!"

However, the slight loss of vital energy is nothing to my Wu Clan's battle physique; it can be recovered in a few days. Besides, with your help, brother, refining the Divine Fiend Banner is of paramount importance! He puffed out his chest, trying to appear as majestic and imposing as ever, but the slightly trembling pillar of fiendish energy still betrayed his current weakness.

"Exactly! It's just blood essence! I, Zhu Rong, have plenty of blood and energy! Losing a little bit is nothing!" Zhu Rong patted his chest, his voice booming, but his face was pale with a bluish tinge, making him look somewhat strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Gonggong snorted coldly and didn't say anything, but his slightly heaving chest and the cold sweat seeping from his forehead clearly showed that he was putting on a brave face.

Xuanbao smiled and didn't press the matter further. He knew that was just how the Wu tribe was; at this point, more words of concern would be less effective than concrete actions. He straightened his expression and said to Dijiang, "Brothers, since you trust me so much, I certainly won't let you down."

Dijiang smiled and nodded: "Oh, Brother Xuanbao has done our Wu clan a great favor! We naturally trust you completely. You can rest assured, Brother, we will protect you."

"Okay!" Xuanbao didn't hesitate and his gaze became much more focused.

To be honest, for someone like Xuanbao who has already mastered the Law of Weapons to the ninth level, forging the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Banners would be a piece of cake.

"The most important thing to refine the 'Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Banner' is the essence blood of the Ancestral Witch. Now that the most important thing has been found, the rest is too easy." With a wave of his hand, Xuanbao took out the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Heavenly Origin Cauldron.

It has to be said that Xuanbao has hardly ever used this top-grade innate spiritual treasure. Xuanbao suspends the Tianyuan Cauldron in front of him, quickly forms hand seals, and the cauldron shines brightly, emitting a series of buzzing sounds.

"The first step in refining a spiritual treasure is naturally to prepare the materials." Xuanbao said no more, his expression solemn. With a thought, various top-grade spiritual materials such as Void Stone, Solar Essence Gold, Heavenly True Water, Jianmu Remnant Branch, Taibai Sharp Gold, Xuanbing Soul, Dutian Divine Thunder Essence, Time Hourglass Fragment, Xunfeng Eye, Lightning Mother Primordial Spirit, Chaos Miasma Mother, Nine Heavens Breath Soil, ... as well as a large amount of auxiliary materials such as Star Sand, Five Elements Essence, and Earthly Fiend Stone, as if drawn by an invisible hand, flew out from Xuanbao's personal space or the corner of the Pangu Palace and hovered above the Tianyuan Cauldron.

These materials also show that they are all based on the laws of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. As for the refined spiritual treasures, they may not reach the top-level acquired spiritual treasures, but don't forget that the Xuanbao also has the "treasure energy" which is a perfect oil. It's too easy to upgrade spiritual treasures.

A century has passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Pangu Palace, the Heavenly Origin Cauldron hovered above the Blood Pool. Its ancient form now shimmered with a hazy, primordial blue light. Xuanbao stood before the cauldron, hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm. His gaze swept over the twelve clusters of "Flag Embryo Essence Liquid" floating above the cauldron's mouth, each radiating different colored lights and emanating distinct primordial fluctuations. After a century of refining, these top-tier spiritual materials, corresponding to the attributes of the twelve Ancestral Witches' laws, had been repeatedly tempered by the Pangu Blood Pool's malevolent energy, the combined power of the Water and Fire Ancestral Witches, and Xuanbao's own refining abilities. All impurities and conflicts had been removed, transforming them into the purest "liquid essence," perfectly suited to bear the Ancestral Witches' primordial imprint.

The twelve Ancestral Witches surrounded him, their faces still pale from blood loss, their auras much weaker than in their prime, but their eyes shone brightly, filled with anticipation and tension. For the past century, they had protected Xing Tian's Blood Cocoon while simultaneously stabilizing the refining space with their own laws and Daoist principles. They had witnessed firsthand how Xuan Bao transformed numerous rare and precious materials into luminous liquids in his hands, their admiration for Xuan Bao's refining abilities reaching its peak. Especially when they saw Xuan Bao casually conjure and inject those unheard-of auxiliary auras (actually "treasure energy") into the cauldron, they found him unfathomably profound.

"After a century of forging, impurities have been removed, and the essence has been united. Next comes the second step—shaping, and most importantly, condensing the acquired restrictions." Xuanbao's clear voice echoed throughout the hall.

However, before that, I ask you, my brothers, to each guard your own hearts, silently circulate your primordial laws, and await my command to infuse your respective Daoist essence into the corresponding array flags!

"Brother Xuanbao, rest assured, we are all ready!" Dijiang replied in a deep voice, the power of space around him slowly gathering. The other Ancestral Witches also nodded, each adjusting their state to its best. Even if their origins were damaged, they forcibly raised their spirits and focused their minds on the source of the laws they controlled.

"Alright!" Xuanbao said no more, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly clasped his hands together in front of his chest and then pushed forward!

"Buzz—!"

The Heavenly Origin Cauldron emitted a deafening hum. The lid remained closed, but the twelve precious materials seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, suddenly detaching from the cauldron's mouth and flying towards the twelve specific locations already outlined by the power of the array above the blood pool, corresponding to the twelve Ancestral Witches.

Each clump of primordial liquid hovered in its corresponding position, rotating quietly, with spiritual light flowing inside and a faint, strange Daoist aura emanating from it.

"Shaping!"

Xuanbao let out a low shout, and his primordial spirit power surged forth without reservation, transforming into twelve invisible yet substantial hands, radiating a faint chaotic light, instantly enveloping the twelve treasure materials. These "Hands of the Great Dao" were not physical entities, but rather manifestations of Xuanbao's profound understanding of the laws of "artifacts," combined with his vast primordial spirit power. They could shape all things at will and imprint Dao runes upon them.

Twelve intertwined hands were seen pinching, pulling, pressing, and carving... their movements precise and swift, carrying a mysterious and indescribable rhythm. The twelve clumps of liquid essence were rapidly changing under the control of these "giant hands."

……

However, Xuanbao's actions left the Ancestral Witch, who was watching the show from the sidelines, completely dumbfounded!

No, this is weapon forging!

Who forges weapons like this?

Seeing the astonished looks on others' faces, Xuanbao became even more smug, showing off his advanced weapon-forging skills.

cough!

Now that Xuanbao is a peak Hunyuan Golden Immortal who is about to become a saint, refining acquired spiritual treasures is as easy as having hands. Not to mention various fancy weapon refining techniques, he could probably refine them with just a finger.

Before everyone could react, the 12 bundles of precious materials had already been shaped by Xuanbao's punches, and then their corresponding attributes flew directly to the tops of the Ancestral Witches and floated.

The original liquid corresponding to Dijiang, containing spatial ripples, was stretched and extended, transforming into a rectangular, dark black flag with subtle spatial folds on its edges. The flagpole's illusory image appeared and disappeared, and the entire flag emanated elusive spatial fluctuations.

The crimson flame liquid corresponding to Zhurong was shaped into a crimson banner in the form of a triangular flame, with an inextinguishable flame burning silently on its surface, radiating intense heat.

The original blue cold water liquid corresponding to Gonggong transformed into a wave-shaped, deep blue banner exuding a profound chill, with the faint sound of tides emanating from it.

Jumang's Law of Wood transformed into a vibrant emerald banner with intertwined vine patterns; Rushou's Law of Metal condensed into a sharp-edged, silver-white banner covered with fine metallic patterns; Xuanming's Law of Ice was a frost-white banner shaped like a hexagonal snowflake; the powerful Law of Thunder was a triangular battle flag with constantly leaping purple lightning; Zhujiuyin's Law of Time was a pale gold banner that shifted like quicksand, its specific shape difficult to discern; Tianwu's Law of Wind was a shapeless, semi-transparent banner of flowing wind; Xizi's Law of Lightning was a bright silver banner shaped like dazzling lightning; and Shebishi's Law of Poison transformed into a strange banner with vibrant colors and swirling clouds.

Finally, the earth-yellow color of the divine flag corresponding to Houtu (the Earth God) faintly revealed the pulse of the earth emanating from it.

The twelve flags, each with a different shape, all exuded a powerful and fierce aura and an indomitable fighting spirit originating from the blood pool of Pangu and the earth veins of Buzhou Mountain, perfectly matching the environment of the Pangu Palace.

Xuanbao did not hesitate and used the various ancestral witch essences and blood he had just collected to infuse them into the corresponding divine and evil flags.

In an instant, the corresponding flag buds trembled once, their light solidified, and the law fluctuations they emitted became clearer and stronger, resonating more intensely with the surrounding blood pool's malevolent energy and the Buzhou Mountain's earth veins. Inside the Pangu Palace, malevolent energy surged like a tide, frantically absorbed by the twelve flag buds, transforming into nutrients for their growth.

The entire process lasted for over a hundred years. When the last wisp of malevolent energy was absorbed and firmly imprinted on the earthen-yellow banner corresponding to Xing Tian, ​​all twelve banners simultaneously erupted with divine light soaring into the sky! Red, blue, cyan, white, gold, purple, light gold, transparent, silver, mottled, earthen-yellow, and jet-black... twelve thick pillars of light rose from the banners, shooting straight towards the top of the Pangu Palace. If this place hadn't been within the Pangu Palace, this extraordinary phenomenon would likely have shaken the entire prehistoric world!

Within the pillar of light, a blurry giant phantom roared to the sky, earth, water, fire, and wind raged and reenacted, and the long river of time splashed with waves... A vast, ancient, majestic, and extremely violent aura spread out. That was the aura of "Pangu," the initial manifestation of the core Daoist rhyme of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Array!

"The array patterns are complete, and spirituality has arisen spontaneously!" Xuanbao felt somewhat tired, but even more excited. He could sense that the quality and foundation of these twelve un-enchanted flag prototypes had already surpassed most high-grade acquired spiritual treasures, approaching that of top-grade ones! And this was far from their limit!

"Everyone, now is the time!" Xuanbao abruptly turned his head, his gaze like lightning, sweeping over the eleven Ancestral Witches whose auras were already faintly resonating with their corresponding flags. "Using essence blood as a guide, and the laws as an inspiration, awaken the true spirits of the array flags, and forge your natal Divine Fiend Flags!"

"Here we come!"

Dijiang was the first to respond. He mustered his strength, opened his mouth and spat out the drop of spatial law that he had prepared beforehand, which was swirling with spatial ripples. It transformed into a silver stream of light, ignoring spatial distance, and instantly disappeared into the black spatial divine flag!

"Buzz!"

The Space Flag trembled violently, and the countless spatial runes newly imprinted on its surface suddenly lit up, bursting forth with dazzling silver light! A miniature, constantly arising and ceasing spatial vortex formed on the flag, frantically devouring the surrounding Pangu baleful energy and spatial energy. The flagpole instantly solidified, transforming into a substance seemingly compressed from countless spatial fragments. A feeling of connection and shared will between Dijiang and the Space Flag simultaneously appeared between Dijiang and the Space Flag! The flag's aura surged dramatically, directly stepping from its nascent form into a true acquired spiritual treasure, and it continued to steadily improve with the infusion of Dijiang's Daoist principles and the absorption of baleful energy!

"Hahaha! That's exhilarating!" Di Jiang laughed, his face paler than before, but his eyes were filled with wild joy. He could clearly sense that this spatial flag had become an extension of his body and the laws of space; using it was as natural as waving his arm! More importantly, through this flag, he seemed to have gained some new, vague insights into the laws of space!

"My turn!" Zhu Rong followed closely behind, his crimson laws merging into the Flame Banner. Boom! The Flame Banner burst into flames, the flames on its surface seemingly coming to life, transforming into a giant fire dragon that let out a silent roar. The heat wave swept through, evaporating the surrounding blood pool's malevolent energy into a vacuum.

"Go!" Gonggong snapped his fingers, and the blue law of water entered the water flag. Waves surged skyward, the flag surface seemed to be entwined with flowing water, and there seemed to be an endless flow of water inside.

Jumang, Rushou, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi successively infused their own understanding of the laws into the corresponding divine and evil flags.

The emerald green wooden flag bursts with life, sprouting illusory buds and flowers; the silver-white gold flag reveals its sharp edge, emitting a clanging sword sound; the frost-white ice flag scatters snowflakes, freezing time and space; the purple lightning flag dances wildly with lightning snakes, roaring incessantly; the pale gold time flag distorts light and shadow, the surrounding time flowing fast and slow; the transparent wind flag silently spins, creating ripples in space; the bright silver lightning flag flashes blindingly, crackling loudly; the colorful poison flag rises with mist, evolving into all sorts of bizarre celestial phenomena.

Each divine banner, once activated, experienced a surge in power, its connection with the corresponding ancestral witch strengthened, and it frantically devoured the nearly endless malevolent energy and corresponding elemental power within the Pangu Palace. The entire Pangu Palace seemed to transform into a massive energy vortex, causing the earth's veins of Buzhou Mountain to tremble and drawing in even more abundant earth essence and wandering malevolent energy.

When the last Ancestral Witch, Shebi Shi, completed his enlightenment, and his corresponding colorful poisonous flag erupted with towering poisonous miasma and strange wind and cloud phenomena, the Twelve Divine Fiend Flags were fully formed! They floated above the blood pool in twelve directions, their flags fluttering in the wind, each emitting terrifying fluctuations comparable to or even approaching top-grade acquired spiritual treasures, and their auras were faintly connected to each other, forming a profound whole, drawing upon the will left behind by Pangu in the darkness.

However, there is still one last divine banner, corresponding to the ancestral witch of "Earth" and actually prepared for Xing Tian. It is still just floating quietly. Although it is marked with runes and absorbs evil energy, it lacks the most crucial essence blood infusion and the law corresponding to the ancestral witch, making it seem somewhat "silent".

Xuanbao's gaze, along with that of the eleven Ancestral Witches, was fixed on the center of the blood pool, on the blood-red cocoon that was pulsating more and more violently, as if it might break free at any moment.

"Xingtian..." Xuanbao murmured to himself, "Next, it's up to you. With the essence of your newly born ancestral witch, you must enlighten this last flag. Only when all twelve flags are gathered, and the 'weapon' form of the Dutian Divine Fiend Grand Array is complete, can we consider it a preliminary success!"

Seemingly having heard Xuanbao's words, or perhaps sensing the call of the twelve identical array flags outside, the blood-red cocoon suddenly expanded and contracted, emitting a deep, thunderous roar filled with the joy of new life and boundless fighting spirit:

"roar--!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a stream of dark golden blood essence, condensed to the point of being tangible and radiating pure earthly malevolent energy and indomitable fighting spirit, shot out from the cocoon and precisely entered the suspended, heavy, earthen-yellow divine and malevolent flag!

"BOOM—!!!"

The earthen-yellow Divine Fiend Banner erupted with an unprecedentedly heavy light, its surface instantly solidifying like the earth. Countless dragon-shaped phantoms of earth veins moved across the banner, and a calm, solid aura, seemingly capable of bearing everything and containing the power to create the world, suddenly burst forth! This aura instantly connected with the other eleven Divine Fiend Banners!

The twelve Divine Fiend Banners were completely connected! A complete, mysterious, and destructive array phantom, radiating a destructive aura that would make even a Quasi-Saint City tremble, faintly appeared among the twelve banners. Although it flashed by, the power revealed in that fleeting glimpse amazed the Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang. They were extremely relieved, certain that with the assistance of the twelve Divine Fiend Banners, the Divine Fiend Array would be able to last much longer, which would indirectly enhance their own strength!

"It's done! Hahahaha! It really is done!" Zhu Rong laughed loudly, so excited that he danced with joy, and the flames around his body almost went out of control.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Xuanbao finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"You should focus on getting better first. Right now, you're not even capable of fighting the demons. You'd be lucky if you didn't get beaten to a pulp by Taiyi."

……

Hearing Xuanbao's words, which made everyone's head spin, but upon closer reflection, it was indeed true. Their strength had been greatly diminished. Originally, it would have taken four or five of them to defeat Taiyi, who possessed the Chaos Bell, but now they probably couldn't even contend with one Taiyi.

However, Dijiang, the eldest, suddenly realized that if they relied solely on themselves to recover slowly, it would probably take tens of thousands of years, by which time it would be too late. He then turned his gaze to Xuanbao.

cough~

"Brother Xuanbao, is there any way to quickly restore our vitality?"

Xuanbao remained silent, but his hands felt a little itchy today, and he kept rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, though his mouth was practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"It's finally harvest time."

Hehe~hehe~