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

"Cough cough..." Dijiang was amused by Xuanbao's knowing look and gesture. Xuanbao, who was almost a saint, was still the same as before. However, it just so happened that even the best innate spiritual treasures were just scrap metal in the hands of the Wu Clan and were completely useless.

"Oh dear! Look at our brains!" Zhu Rong slapped his forehead, his voice booming, "We were so busy being happy! Brother Xuanbao has been giving us advice and refining treasures for our Wu clan, which has taken so much time and effort."

"We, the Witch Clan, may not have much else, but we are honest! Brother, what do you need? Just ask! As long as we have it, we'll give it to you without hesitation!" He pounded his chest, and although his face was still pale, that heroic spirit had returned.

Gonggong glanced at Zhurong, and surprisingly, instead of contradicting him, nodded and said to Xuanbao, "Zhurong is right. Brother Xuanbao, the Wu tribe will always remember this kindness. Our Wu tribe does not cultivate the primordial spirit, so those innate spiritual treasures are truly like pearls gathering dust in our hands. If you find them useful, feel free to take them; it will be putting them to good use, and it's better than letting them gather dust in the storeroom."

As the leader, Dijiang waved his hand, causing spatial ripples to spread. A dark red token, neither gold nor jade, engraved with a ferocious beast head totem, appeared in his palm. He tossed it directly to Xuanbao: "This is the treasure trove of my Wu clan. Brother, take whatever you like."

"Ahem, brothers and sisters, how could I possibly accept this..." Xuan Bao said politely, but without hesitation, he slipped the beast-head token into his sleeve with fluid movements. His "sincere" smile grew even brighter. "However, since you brothers are so hospitable, it would seem pretentious of me to refuse again. So, in my travels over the past few years, I've collected some innate spiritual items that are quite effective in replenishing qi and blood and strengthening the body's foundation. They're perfect for your current needs."

"Excellent! Thank you, brother!" Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches' eyes lit up, and their faces lit up with joy. They knew that Xuanbao was wealthy and that the things he brought out were definitely not ordinary. Now that their origins were damaged, this was exactly the time when they needed such rare and precious materials.

"Excellent! Thank you, brother!" Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches' eyes lit up, and their faces showed joy. They knew that Xuanbao's wealth was extremely rich, unmatched by anyone in the prehistoric world, and the things he brought out must be of high quality. Now that their origins were damaged, this was exactly the time when they needed such rare and precious materials.

Xuanbao didn't keep anyone in suspense. With a thought, several jade bottles floated in front of him, along with a mountain of various innate spiritual fruits. Finally, with a touch of heartache, Xuanbao took out a jar of wine that he had treasured for a long time.

The first things that caught the eyes of the ancestral witches were two pristine bottles and a gourd. The bottles were no more than three inches tall, yet faint images of the sun, moon, stars, rivers, lakes, and seas seemed to flow and fade within their walls, emanating a supreme spiritual aura that nourished all things and harmonized yin and yang. The mouths of the bottles were sealed with some kind of innate divine rune, yet even so, wisps of indescribable freshness still emanated from them, invigorating the spirit and soothing even a weary mind.

cough~

"There's no need to say more about the Three Lights Divine Water, the top-tier healing elixir of the primordial world. You've already experienced its effects."

Having said that, without waiting for the ancestral shamans to reply, Xuanbao pointed to a slightly larger gourd next to him. These gourds looked simple, but their surfaces were naturally covered with mysterious patterns. Purple energy rose faintly from the mouths of the gourds, and the inside seemed to contain a small world, emitting a low and rhythmic hum, as if endless vitality and Daoist principles were being nurtured and clashing within them.

"This is the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir," Xuanbao explained. "It was refined by my master, Laozi. Swallowing one pill can instantly make one a Great Luo Golden Immortal. In addition, it has incredible effects on stabilizing the foundation of one's cultivation, eliminating inner demons, repairing physical damage, and nourishing the soul."

"These... these are all?!" Zhu Rong's eyes widened like copper bells as he stared at the two bottles of Three Lights Divine Water, then at the gourd of Nine-Turn Golden Pills. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. That tiny drop had given them a much-needed breath; how much could these two bottles contain... he dared not even imagine.

Gonggong, unusually, refrained from uttering any sarcastic remarks, his gaze fixed intently on the mountain of innate spiritual fruits. He could sense the surging watery spiritual energy and vitality contained within those fruits, a genuine temptation for his current body.

Dijiang took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and looked at Xuanbao with even more complicated emotions. He knew that Xuanbao was wealthy, but the wealth was so great that he could casually take out such resources that would attract the attention of a sage, which was still beyond his expectations. "Brother, these... are too precious." Even as the head of the Ancestral Witches, he felt that this gift was too heavy to handle.

"Hey, Brother Dijiang, you're mistaken." Xuanbao waved his hand, his smile becoming more sincere. "No matter how good a treasure is, it must be used in the right place and given to the right person. It's useless to me; but if I use it on you brothers, it can help you quickly recover your strength..."

Xuanbao changed the subject, rubbing his fingers together and chuckling, "I just received the treasure vault tokens from you guys, so consider it an exchange—an equal exchange, no cheating!"

However, when Xuanbao pointed to the mountain of innate spiritual fruits piled on the ground, emitting an enticing fragrance, the ancestral witches merely nodded in understanding. While these fruits were precious, they seemed to be within an acceptable range compared to the previous two. But when Zhurong's large hand, filled with curiosity and a hint of impatience, pointed to the last one—a wine jar that looked the most unassuming, even somewhat rustic—the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became somewhat subtle.

The wine jar was about half a person's height, its entire surface a dark, earthenware color. It was devoid of any decorative patterns, its mouth tightly sealed with some unknown animal hide, reinforced with layers of mysterious runes. The jar even appeared somewhat old, with minor dents and scratches on its edges. Compared to the jade bottle gleaming with a subtle luster and the gourd emanating purple energy beside it, it seemed out of place, even somewhat shabby. But strangely, when the ancestral witches' gazes fell upon this wine jar, a strange tremor arose in their hearts. It was as if what slept within the jar was not wine, but a dormant, ancient beast. An indescribable aura, a mixture of heat, wildness, and vibrant life, emanated from the thick jar walls and seal, subtly warming their bodies, which were chilled by the depletion of their vital essence.

"What's this...?" Zhu Rong scratched his head, looked at the rustic wine jar, then at Xuan Bao's suddenly subtle expression, even tinged with... pain and embarrassment, and asked in a muffled voice, "Brother Xuan Bao, what kind of treasure is this? It looks... pretty good! Is it also for replenishing qi and blood?"

Gonggong also cast a scrutinizing gaze. He sensed an extremely pure and intense power contained within the wine jar. Although it made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, it strangely triggered a faint resonance within his own blood and qi. "This thing... its aura is quite peculiar, as fiery as fire, yet it contains a vast vitality within, unlike anything ordinary."

As the Ancestral Witch of Wood, Jumang was most sensitive to the life force. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "This jar... seems to contain the primordial essence of some kind of innate spiritual root, and it's of a high grade. Its life force is so intense that it almost bursts out of the jar! But... why is this aura so domineering?"

Xuanbao looked at the probing eyes of the Ancestral Witches, then glanced at the wine jar that had left him with mixed feelings. He coughed twice, his expression becoming even more "sincere," but his eyes, though darting around, always betrayed a guilty conscience that said, "Don't blame me if you drink this."

"Ahem... Well... Gentlemen, this is indeed a wonderful thing, a great tonic! It's absolutely a supreme elixir for replenishing and strengthening qi and blood!" Xuanbao first praised it profusely, then his tone shifted, becoming somewhat evasive, "However... this wine is quite strong, and its aftereffects... might be quite potent. It's primarily made from the fruit of the mother plant of a mid-grade innate spiritual root that I obtained by chance during my travels in the prehistoric world, supplemented by various innate spiritual materials..."

Xuanbao paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully: "This wine is called 'Qiyang Wine.' As the name suggests, it is extremely yang and potent, containing boundless life essence and pure yang fire. Ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals, just smelling its aroma, will have their blood boil and their spirits be a hundred times higher; after taking a small sip, they must immediately sit in meditation to refine it, otherwise they risk their blood rushing through their meridians and bursting. As for its effects..." Xuanbao secretly glanced at the still pale but faintly curious faces of the Ancestral Witches, "It has unparalleled miraculous effects on replenishing essence and blood, strengthening the body, and stimulating the potential of bloodlines, especially for those who cultivate fire, earth, and wood attribute techniques, or those with strong bodies and abundant blood and qi! Theoretically speaking, as long as the body can withstand this domineering medicinal power, the depleted essence and blood can not only be quickly replenished, but it may even turn misfortune into blessing, making the foundation of blood and qi more robust than before, and the understanding of one's own laws may also be improved!"

"Oh?!" The eyes of the ancestral witches lit up several degrees instantly! Especially Zhu Rong, whose eyes nearly popped out of their sockets upon hearing the words "Qi Yang Wine," "fire attribute," and "powerful qi and blood," his throat involuntarily bobbing. What did their witch clan lack? Natural treasures that could quickly replenish their essence and restore their strength! This "Qi Yang Wine" sounded like it was tailor-made for them! As for its "fiery nature" and "strong aftereffects"? Ha, what had their witch clan ever feared in their battles against heaven and earth? The more potent something was, the more they liked it!

"Hahaha! Good! What a wonderful 'Aphrodisiac Wine'! It sounds amazing!" Zhu Rong rubbed his hands together, his face full of excitement. "Brother Xuanbao, quick, quick, open it and let this old Zhu Rong have a taste! I'm feeling really bland and weak, this strong wine is just what I need to replenish my energy!"

Although Gonggong remained silent, a flicker of interest crossed his eyes. He wielded the power of water, seemingly incompatible with the properties of strong liquor, but in reality, water and fire complemented each other, yin and yang harmonized. This supremely yang liquor might be even more effective in restoring the yin and yang balance within his body, which had been disrupted by the depletion of his vital essence. Other ancestral witches, such as Jumang, Rushou, and Xuanming, while not directly corresponding to fire or earth, possessed robust physical bodies and relied heavily on vital energy. This spirit liquor, which greatly replenished their vital energy, was equally appealing to them. Dijiang further considered that this liquor might accelerate their recovery, allowing them to familiarize themselves with the Heavenly Divine Banner sooner—a significant advantage.

"Brother, no need to worry." Dijiang noticed Xuanbao's hesitation and assumed he was concerned the alcohol was too strong and might harm them. He patted his chest and said, "We, the men of the Wu tribe, may not have much else, but we are tough and resilient! This mere medicinal wine, however strong, can it be stronger than real fire? Bring it on! We need this kind of potent medicine to stimulate our depleted bodies!"

"Yes, yes! Brother Xuanbao, don't be stingy!"

"Open it quickly, let us see what your precious wine tastes like."

Before Xuanbao could refuse, Zhurong strode forward, grabbed the wine jar, and eagerly began to remove the seal from its mouth. Xuanbao looked at Zhurong's impatient expression, opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't stop him. He simply stepped back a few paces, a look of unbearable disapproval on his face.

As the animal hide seal was broken, an intensely rich, almost tangible aroma of wine instantly filled the air, its domineering fragrance...

He hadn't finished speaking.

The ancestral witches urged them on, their eyes fixed on the wine jar. They were no longer as listless as before, but rather like ferocious beasts that had been starving for a long time and had seen their prey.

Looking at this group of eager "brutes," Xuanbao's lingering thought of "I didn't even dare to drink this wine because I was afraid" was finally suppressed by the ideas of "better to die for my friends" and "maybe it really has a miraculous effect." He gritted his teeth. Oh well, with the Three Lights Divine Water and the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir as backup, even if he overdid it, it shouldn't be a big deal... right?

"Alright! Since you all trust me, then I'll make a fool of myself!" Xuanbao took a deep breath, his expression becoming solemn. He first used his magic to deliver the Three Lights Divine Water and the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir to each of the Ancestral Witches, instructing them: "Just in case, brothers, please hold the Golden Elixir in your mouths and do not swallow it. Also, keep the Three Lights Divine Water handy. Once the medicinal power of this wine dissipates, it may erupt like a volcano. If you feel unable to bear it, immediately swallow the Golden Elixir and drink the Divine Water to harmonize it. Do not try to tough it out!"

Seeing that the ancestral witches nodded but clearly didn't take it too seriously, Xuanbao stopped arguing. He formed hand seals and cast a series of profound spells to break the seal into the earthenware wine jar. The animal hide and runes on the jar's mouth lit up one by one, then quickly dimmed and fell off.

With a soft "poof," it was as if a bottleneck that had been dormant for millennia had been opened.

The next moment—

"boom!!!"

An indescribable aura, fiery and sweet as honey, yet carrying the primal, untamed energy of ancient vegetation, erupted from the jar like a volcano suppressed for millions of years! In an instant, the entire Pangu Palace seemed to be plunged into the core of the sun! The dark red aura solidified, transforming into rolling waves of heat, accompanied by a strange, blood-pumping aroma, sweeping across every corner! Wherever the aura passed, the malevolent energy on the surface of the blood pool was dispersed, the hard rocks on the ground glowed faintly red, and even the space itself distorted slightly due to the intense heat!

Even more astonishingly, within the gushing aroma of wine, one could faintly hear the roars of dragons and tigers, see countless phantom images of spiritual herbs floating and sinking, and witness the rising phantom image of a blazing sun. In the end, all these phenomena converged, seemingly transforming into the phantom image of a strange fruit tree rooted in chaos, its branches and leaves burning with golden flames, and its fruit resembling a small sun—the very manifestation of the Daoist essence of the mother plant of the innate spiritual root "Qiyang Fruit"!

The mere smell of alcohol was enough to make the eleven Ancestral Witches shudder. Their pale faces flushed red at a visible speed, their previously sluggish blood and qi began to flow faster, and a long-lost, powerful heat rose from their lower abdomen and spread to their limbs and bones!

"Excellent wine!!" Zhu Rong couldn't hold back any longer, roaring like thunder. The flames around him, which had been somewhat dim, suddenly surged high with a "boom," their color deepening, clearly indicating that the aroma of the wine had completely activated the fire element within him. "Just smelling it makes me feel half warmer! Brother Xuanbao, stop dawdling, pour the wine!"

Xuanbao's face flushed red from the strong smell of the wine, and he was secretly alarmed by the domineering power of the "Awakening Wine". He dared not be negligent. With a thought, the wine jar tilted automatically, and a stream of crimson, molten lava-like, yet crystal clear liquid, with countless tiny golden rays flowing inside, flew out of the mouth of the jar. Like a living fire serpent, it split into eleven in the air and shot precisely at the mouths of the eleven Ancestral Witches, who were already eagerly opening their mouths.

"Brothers, act according to your abilities and carefully consider your options!" Xuanbao gave a final reminder.

"Haha! I'll drink first as a sign of respect!" Zhu Rong was the most impatient of all. He opened his mouth as wide as possible and swallowed the wine that was shot at him directly, without even tasting it.

Seeing this, the other Ancestral Witches no longer hesitated and each drank their share of the wine. Dijiang, Gonggong, Jumang, Rushou, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi—eleven Ancestral Witches in total—simultaneously drank this domineering spiritual wine that had been brewing for nine eons!

The moment the liquor enters the throat—

"Hmm!"

The eleven Ancestral Witches, whether they were the bold Zhurong, the cold Gonggong, or the composed Dijiang, all let out a muffled groan and their bodies trembled violently!

The wine was nothing like a liquid; it was more like a torrent of intense heat, brimming with boundless vitality, rolling down my throat. Wherever it passed, it felt as if a red-hot iron was ploughing through my body, bringing an indescribable burning pain. But beneath this burning pain was an even stronger, more vibrant sense of comfort! The wine didn't dissolve immediately after entering my stomach; instead, it sank into my dantian like a small sun, radiating terrifying heat and incomparably pure life essence!

Immediately afterwards—

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

Eleven auras, each a different color but equally violent and surging, erupted simultaneously within the Pangu Palace, like eleven dormant volcanoes!