The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

Chapter 18 The Birth of the Witch Clan (Please add to your favorites and recommend!)

Dijiang, the eldest brother, addressed his eleven younger brothers and sisters below, asking, "Brothers and sisters, we twelve Ancestral Witches are formed from the essence and blood of Father God Pangu. Now, only the twelve of us exist on the prehistoric continent. How can we face Father God? We must let Father God's will spread throughout the prehistoric world. Do any of you have a solution?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell into a brief silence. Finally, it was Zhu Rong, who had the most fiery temper, who spoke.

“Brother, all twelve of us were born from the Blood Pool. As long as we can find a way to make the essence blood in the pool give birth to more of our Wu Clan’s children, then there will be a continuous stream of Wu Clan members being born.”

Upon hearing this, Dijiang gave a wry smile. Everyone understands the principle, but you still need to provide a corresponding solution, right? He glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on Zhujiuyin.

"Brother, as long as we find the spiritual object to create a physical body, and supplement it with the essence blood from the blood pool, the witch clan can be born."

Hearing her two elder brothers say this, the youngest Houtu immediately took out a small piece of soil with nine rays of light flowing on it and said, "Second brother, this is the innate spiritual soil 'Nine-Colored Breath Soil', also known as Nine Heavens Breath Soil. I encountered it when I was traveling in the prehistoric world. I wonder if this is acceptable?"

“But what can you do with such a small piece? Little sister, you should think of something else,” Gonggong interjected from the side.

Houtu smiled and divided the soil into twelve portions, handing them to everyone.

“A piece of Nine Heavens Breath Soil the size of a finger can be transformed into a mountain. This is enough for us to cultivate a hundred billion witches.”

The group looked at the small clod of soil in their hands. Since they lacked a primordial spirit, they could only refine it by dripping a drop of their essence blood into it.

After refining the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, Dijiang said, "Our cultivation has also reached a bottleneck. We have no other important matters to attend to for the time being, so let's spend some time building up our Wu Clan army and returning the Primordial Continent to the embrace of our Father God."

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In the Netherworld Blood Sea, on Xiaoyao Island, in the Hundred Herbs Garden.

At this moment, the Taoist Mosquito was surrounded by a Taoist aura that was elusive and seemed to be trying to ride the wind away. His figure became illusory, as if he would disappear at any moment, yet he also seemed to have always existed.

A day later, he absorbed all the Daoist essence into his body, opened his eyes, and a sharp glint flashed and disappeared.

"Such formidable strength is truly intoxicating."

After saying that, he looked at Chaos and asked, "I wonder when Hongjun will become a saint?"

He shook his head, realizing he was truly more anxious than the emperor.

Over the past three thousand years, he has comprehended more than 40% of the laws of space and devouring, and his understanding of the law of power has also progressed from a trace to the second level.

His strength also rose from the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal to the mid-stage of the Quasi-Saint.

A thousand years ago, he consumed three Yellow Plums in succession. With the first one, he comprehended more than 30% of the laws, and his strength reached the early stage of Quasi-Saint. The remaining two had halved effects, and together they only allowed him to comprehend four levels of the laws. No wonder it is said that one can only consume three Yellow Plums in a lifetime; any more would only satisfy one's cravings.

In the last two thousand years, without Huang Zhongli's help, he only gained a slight understanding, and had no choice but to leave seclusion.

As I walked out of the Hundred Herbs Garden, I saw a graceful young woman, about sixteen or seventeen years old, standing there in a daze.

This woman, with her graceful figure and beautiful features, has lips like pearls and cinnabar. She lightly holds the beauty's robe, with a single jade hairpin inserted at an angle. Her dress is made of emerald green gauze and jasper, and her golden silk skirt trails on the ground like a fairy's gaze.

"Uh!...You're Xuanling?" Mosquito Daoist thought that Xuanling was the only woman on Xiaoyao Island, and she should have grown up by now after three thousand years.

"Ah... Master, you've come out of seclusion," Xuanling said, snapping out of her reverie when she heard someone call her name.

"Why are you standing here instead of cultivating?"

Looking at Xuanling, who was only at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, Mosquito Daoist was somewhat puzzled. Logically speaking, the descendant of the first Xuan Turtle in the Primordial World should not have had any bad aptitude.

"Master, three thousand years have passed, and I sense that my father's calamity is approaching. I am somewhat uneasy, so I would like to ask you if there is a solution?"

"Don't worry, although my divination skills are not as profound as yours, I do have some understanding of the general trends of heaven and earth. Your father's calamity is also related to the next great calamity. It's still early, but I can promise you that I will help your father resolve this calamity. As the saying goes, misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise. How do you know whether this is a calamity or an opportunity?"

Xuanling smiled upon hearing this. She trusted her master's abilities and accepted the assessment.

"Then this disciple will go back to cultivate and improve my cultivation level as soon as possible, so that I can help Master in the future."

Mosquito Taoist waved his hand, "Go on, when you break through to Taiyi Golden Immortal, I will give you a few more spiritual treasures. If I give them to you now, you won't be able to unleash their power."

Back in his cave, he sorted out what he had gained from this seclusion. Although his magical power and primordial spirit had reached the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, his physical body had fallen behind, remaining at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

He took out the jade talisman again and looked at it, but Lu Er hadn't sent back any news. He wondered if Lu Er had found the Long-Armed Ape and the Red-Bottomed Macaque? Or perhaps he had broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm?

He put away the jade talisman, then gave a wry smile and muttered to himself, "In the pursuit of immortality, time is truly worthless. To possess great strength, one must put in more effort than others. And with me cultivating both internal and external aspects, time is even more scarce."

After saying that, he began to think again. He had never cultivated his primordial spirit on his own. After advancing to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, he rarely used the Nine Transformations of Devouring Essence. If he wanted to strengthen his primordial spirit, he could only absorb the souls of others.

However, after experiencing the symptoms of devouring spirits in the period immediately after birth, it was discovered that if one did not cultivate to the fourth level, these mixed spiritual memories would remain in the sea of ​​consciousness. If the number was small enough, it would be fine, but if one devoured enough spiritual memories, one would definitely suffer a backlash.

As for the fourth level, it now seems that I was too naive to imagine it. This ability to extract true spiritual consciousness is not something that a quasi-saint can do. It can only be explored when one's cultivation reaches the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

Mosquito Daoist thought of his spiritual treasures again. He hadn't thought much about it before, showing off the Soul-Breaking Blade in front of Jieyin and Zhunti. Could these two be eyeing his treasures? In the end, he thought it was very likely. It seemed that he shouldn't take out these treasures casually before reaching the level of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal. It was tantamount to tempting others to commit crimes.

After sorting out his next steps, Mosquito Daoist went into seclusion again. This time, he wasn't trying to comprehend the laws, but rather practicing the body-refining chapter of the Nine Transformations of Devouring Essence. After all, it was a dual cultivation of internal and external aspects, and his body-refining cultivation couldn't be neglected.

As soon as he entered meditation, Mosquito Taoist's pupils shrank as he looked out of the sea of ​​blood.

Auspicious signs appeared throughout the primordial world: ethereal music filled the air, auspicious clouds danced in the sky, golden light shone everywhere, and boundless rain of flowers fell from the heavens, while purple mist spread for thirty thousand miles. Flowers, grasses, and trees swayed and vied for beauty, and rare and exotic beasts awakened their intelligence.

Mosquito Daoist knew that this was Hongjun's path to becoming a sage. He had been paying close attention to when Hongjun would become a sage, and he was extremely envious of the method of severing the three corpses. In addition, he also had a deep understanding of the laws.

Although Hongjun had already become a saint, Mosquito Daoist was not panicked. He would merge with the Dao after finishing his sermon, so he didn't feel much pressure. He was more concerned about when the Three Pure Ones would become saints.