Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 33 Pangu's Body Refining Technique: Earth's Shock!

Looking at the giant before him, with a human head and a snake's body, seven arms behind his back, and two arms in front of his chest, Zhao Gongming felt a surge of emotions.

"A human head and a snake's body, seven arms behind his back and two arms on his chest. Could this giant be Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

Zhao Gongming understood somewhat; no wonder the mere aura had rendered him immobile.

If it were an Ancestral Witch, a powerful being at the Quasi-Saint level, then the answer would be clear.

Seeing that Zhao Gongming ignored him, Houtu frowned and raised her voice a few decibels.

"You brat, how dare you be so rude! Who gave you the audacity to act so presumptuously on Mount Buzhou? Don't you know that Mount Buzhou is the territory of my Wu clan?"

Zhao Gongming finally realized what was happening, pointed at the dejected Xing Tiandao, and shrugged.

"Why do you need to ask me, Ancestral Witch? Just ask Xing Tian and you'll know everything."

Houtu looked Zhao Gongming up and down, but did not ask any further questions.

Instead, he looked at Xing Tian, ​​his voice becoming much sterner.

"Xingtian, what exactly is going on?"

Xing Tian was scolded by Hou Tu, and only then did he realize what was happening.

"Lord Ancestral Witch, this cultivator said that there are errors in the method of tempering the physical body of my witch clan. I was so angry that I fought with him."

"Oh? You're saying there's something wrong with my witch clan's method of forging the physical body?"

"Yes."

Xing Tian quickly recounted the whole story to Hou Tu in detail.

Then, pointing at Zhao Gongming, he said, "This kid is indeed quite skilled. His physical abilities are very strong. I am at the same level as him, but in terms of physical strength alone, I am no match for him."

Xing Tian was still a little frustrated. You know, he had ranked first in the Golden Immortal Competition of the Witch Clan not long ago.

They were granted the opportunity to cultivate once in the Pangu Blood Pool.

Even several ancestral witches said he had the potential to become a quasi-saint!

Great shamans are at least at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals.

He possesses the qualities of a quasi-saint, and his status is even above that of a great shaman, which shows the high hopes the ancestral shamans have for him.

But he was defeated by an unknown kid in his most proficient area: physical strength.

With his lofty ambitions and pride, Xing Tian would never have been able to accept such a huge drop in status.

Houtu frowned upon hearing this. This shouldn't be the case; he knew Xingtian's physical prowess all too well.

How could he possibly lose to a cultivator who is also at the Golden Immortal realm?

Houtu looked at Zhao Gongming and carefully sensed him. Seeing that Zhao Gongming was indeed at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, she became even more puzzled.

With a wave of his hand, the power of heaven and earth dissipated, and Zhao Gongming felt a sense of relief throughout his body, immediately regaining his freedom.

"Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, am I right? It was Xing Tian who insisted on fighting me."

Zhao Gongming shrugged, looking completely wronged.

Houtu looked at Zhao Gongming with a serious expression and said, word by word.

"You say that my Wu Clan's body-cultivation method has flaws and weaknesses, then tell me, what are those flaws and weaknesses?"

Zhao Gongming laughed and said, "If I were to say it, wouldn't I be doing the Witch Clan a huge favor? What will the Ancestral Witch reward me with?"

If it were any other ancestral witch, such as Zhurong, Zhujiuyin, or Shebishi, Zhao Gongming probably wouldn't dare to negotiate terms.

But with Houtu, the ancestral witch, everything is negotiable.

Because soon after, Houtu, in gratitude for the numerous killings committed by the Wu and Yao races, will establish the Underworld and transform herself into the Six Paths of Reincarnation to atone for her sins and reduce her karmic burden, so that cultivators of the primordial world can reincarnate.

This shows just how good Houtu's character is.

As Zhao Gongming had predicted, Houtu did not get angry.

She pondered for a moment and replied, "If you can truly point out the flaws and weaknesses of my Witch Clan's body-refining techniques, I will allow you to cultivate in the Pangu Blood Pool once."

What is the Pangu Blood Pool?

Houtu proudly declared, "The Pangu Blood Pool is the sacred ground that nurtured our Wu Clan!"

"The sacred ground of the Witch Clan? Are you suggesting I, an outsider, can just walk in so easily?"

Zhao Gongming was surprised.

Houtu shook her head. "The true Pangu Blood Pool is deep within the ancestral veins of Buzhou Mountain, and only a great shaman can enter it."

"The Pangu Blood Pool you entered was on the outer perimeter. It was made by the Ancestral Witches drawing out a wisp of blood and qi from the inner Pangu Blood Pool. It has miraculous effects on cultivators below the Great Luo Golden Immortal level."

"Oh, I see."

Zhao Gongming nodded.

At this moment, a sly glint flashed in Houtu's eyes. "If you can't point out the errors in my Wu clan's body-training methods, then what should we do?"

"How about we leave it to the witch clan to do as they please?"

Zhao Gongming was very confident in his Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique.

"Okay, it's a deal then."

Houtu nodded, then called Xingtian over, "You practice the body-refining technique of our Wu clan once."

"Yes, Lord Ancestral Witch."

Xing Tian did as he was told and began to cultivate.

The Witch Clan's body-training techniques consist of forty-nine forms, which can bring out the unique characteristics of the Witch Clan's physique to the limit.

At this moment, Xing Tian demonstrated his moves, each one perfectly executed and full of profound meaning, which made Hou Tu nod in approval.

His witch clan's body-refining technique was passed down from the father god Pangu, and is unparalleled in the world. How could it possibly have any errors or flaws?

After Xing Tian finished practicing each move, a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth was poured into his body, and his physical strength was constantly and slowly increasing.

Soon, the demonstration of the forty-nine moves was completed, and Xing Tian stopped, exhaling a breath of turbid air.

"Now that the demonstration is over, tell me exactly where the flaws are."

Even though Xing Tian was defeated by Zhao Gongming in his most proficient physical ability, he still looked unconvinced.

"The forty-nine forms of the Pangu Body Refining Technique you demonstrated contain thirty-two errors."

Zhao Gongming said slowly.

In fact, the Pangu Body Refining Technique is derived from the body refining technique in the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique.

Zhao Gongming speculated that there might have been some errors in the inheritance when the Twelve Ancestral Witches were born, which led to the error continuing to this day.

"Thirty-two errors?"

Xing Tian's eyes widened in disbelief. After a long pause, he finally said, "Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Zhao Gongming didn't speak, but walked to the side and began to practice.

A total of forty-nine moves were demonstrated without missing a single one.

Most of it is the same as what Xing Tian demonstrated, but the subtle details are quite different.

After the demonstration, Zhao Gongming's blood and qi condensed and transformed into billowing smoke, soaring upwards. His body was as smooth as jade, gleaming with a faint crystalline quality.

"How is that possible? How could you possibly know my Witch Clan's body-refining techniques?"

Xing Tian pointed at Zhao Gongming in disbelief, finding it hard to believe.

Houtu was also unsettled at this moment, because this body-refining technique was the same as the one passed down in her Wu clan.

However, there have been significant improvements in the subtle details, such as the original body-refining techniques of his witch clan.

One hundred years of cultivation can yield a reward of ninety percent.

The body-refining technique demonstrated by this young cultivator, if practiced for eighty years, would yield a perfect score.

Don't underestimate the difference of just a few dozen points; over time, the gap can become unimaginably large.

Houtu's expression hardened, and with a wave of her hand, she froze Zhao Gongming again.

"Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, what are you doing?"

Zhao Gongming immediately shouted.

(End of this chapter)