After Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun left, Wu Ming looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches and said, "There's still some time before the second lecture."
"During this time, you can make your own arrangements."
"You can choose to return to the Witch clan tribes to see the current state of the Witch clan."
"You can also travel the Primordial Land, comprehend the Laws of Heaven and Earth, and verify what you've learned."
"Remember, before the second lecture begins, make sure to return to Pangu Hall to rendezvous."
Zhurong was the first to respond, grinning as he stretched his limbs: "Alright! I'll go back and see those little brats!"
Gonggong snorted, "After being cooped up for so long, it's time to go out and walk around."
Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches also nodded.
With Wu Ming's permission, the twelve figures no longer lingered, instantly tearing through space and heading towards the Witch clan settlements below Buzhou Mountain.
The vast tribal clusters were orderly, permeated with a vibrant vitality.
It was no longer the crude way of life that relied purely on hunting and brute force.
Countless Witch clan youths, in their respective areas, were either tempering their Physical Bodies, comprehending Laws, or practicing combat skills.
The Witch clan was still the Witch clan, refining themselves with Heaven and Earth Evil Qi and the essence of the sun and moon, priding themselves on controlling Laws and their powerful Physical Bodies.
But the spiritual outlook of the entire clan exuded an unprecedented cohesion and discipline.
This was the result of Wu Ming's subtle guidance over tens of thousands of years and Zhou Ming's covert planning.
A nascent civilization, different from the Immortal Dao but equally pursuing power and order, was quietly growing.
The Ancestral Witches looked at all this, feeling a greater sense of satisfaction and relief.
"It seems Big Brother Wu Ming put in a lot of effort," Zhu Jiuyin murmured.
After a brief inspection, the Ancestral Witches felt at ease.
They gave a few instructions to the Great Witches in the tribes, then dispersed to begin their true journey through the Primordial Land.
Although the Immortal Dao system taught by Hongjun was vastly different from the Witch clan's Legacy, the profound Dao principles contained within it could be applied by analogy.
As they traveled through the Primordial World, witnessing the changes in mountains and rivers, sensing the flow of Laws, and combining what they learned from listening to the Dao in Purple Cloud Palace, the Ancestral Witches' understanding of the Laws they controlled became even deeper.
Wu Ming did not return to the clan with the Twelve Ancestral Witches; he had his own plans.
He walked slowly across the Primordial Land, feeling the subtle changes in the Primordial Laws after tens of thousands of years of lectures.
At the same time, on Kunlun Mountain.
The Three Pure Ones also left their Daoist temple.
They also chose to travel the Primordial Land, comprehending the mysteries of Heaven and Earth and verifying their own Dao.
Laozi's nature was pure and non-interfering, and a profound Dao rhyme accompanied him as he walked.
Yuanshi's face was cold, with immortal light swirling around him, exuding an air of arrogance.
Tongtian, on the other hand, was more uninhibited; at times he would stop to admire the myriad things of the Primordial Land, and at other times his Sword Intent would erupt, cleaving the Void Realm.
"Most of the myriad races in the Primordial Land are crude in nature and incompatible with our Dao," Yuanshi said, frowning slightly as he looked at a warring tribe below.
"Each has its own Dao," Laozi calmly replied.
"Second Brother, there are billions of living beings in the Primordial Land, how can they all be as you wish?" Tongtian shook his head. "For many beings, merely surviving is difficult enough."
"Hmph, how can those covered in fur and horns, born from dampness or eggs, understand the true Pure and Tranquil Dao?" Yuanshi's tone was disdainful.
Tongtian stopped arguing; he knew his second brother's temperament.
The three walked to Buzhou Mountain and suddenly stopped in unison.
"It seems there's an Opportunity here related to us," Laozi slowly said.
Yuanshi nodded slightly: "Indeed, it is extraordinary, formed from the spine of Pangu Father God, to be able to nurture such a treasure."
Tongtian was already impatient, following the subtle guidance towards a hidden mountain valley.
Laozi and Yuanshi exchanged a glance and followed him.
Passing through layers of Innate Restrictions and parting the misty Chaos Qi, a clear pond appeared before the three.
In the center of the pond, a twelve-petal lotus platform quietly bloomed.
Its emerald green lotus leaves, pristine lotus root, and the three budding flowers at the top, swirling with red, white, and green, exuded endless creative vitality and profound Dao rhyme.
It was precisely one of the Innate Spirit Treasures formed from the lotus seeds after the Chaos Green Lotus shattered—the Twelve-Grade Creation Green Lotus!
Upon seeing this treasure, the Three Pure Ones immediately understood that this item was fated for them.
This Creation Green Lotus was originally an accompanying object of the place where Pangu's Primordial Spirit was nurtured, sharing the same origin as them.
Laozi looked at the largest red lotus flower at the top, feeling a sense of connection, and bowed.
"Red flower."
As his words fell, the red lotus flower moved without wind, drifting down and transforming into an ancient and profound Dragon Staff, which landed in Laozi's hand.
Yuanshi looked at the pure white lotus root and also bowed.
"White root."
The snow-white lotus root detached from the lotus platform, a flash of light, and transformed into a Three Treasures Jade Ruyi covered with profound runes, flying to Yuanshi's front.
Tongtian looked at the largest green lotus leaf, a hint of joy in his eyes, and loudly proclaimed.
"Green lotus leaf!"
The emerald green lotus leaf suddenly flew up, transforming in the air into a sharp-edged long sword, imbued with natural Dao rhyme—the Qingping Sword, which Tongtian grasped in his hand.
The main body of the Creation Green Lotus divided into three, becoming three supreme Innate Spirit Treasures, thus belonging to the Three Pure Ones.
In the pond, only the soil beneath the lotus platform remained, still exuding a faint vitality.
The Three Pure Ones, each having obtained a treasure, sensed the Laws of the Dao contained within them, and were all completely satisfied.
Laozi put away his staff.
Yuanshi held the Jade Ruyi, gently stroking it.
Tongtian caressed the blade of the Qingping Sword, which rang with a clear, resonant sound.
"This matter is settled, let's continue our journey," Laozi said calmly.
Yuanshi and Tongtian nodded, and the three no longer lingered, their figures transforming into clear Qi as they left the valley and continued their journey through the Primordial Land.
Several more millennia passed.
The time for Hongjun's second lecture was drawing nearer.
Above the Primordial Land, streaks of light cut across the sky, converging from all directions towards the depths of Chaos beyond the Thirty-three Heavens.
Dijun and Taiyi rode the golden crow rainbow light, their might formidable.
Nuwa and Fuxi, siblings, walked side by side, surrounded by auspicious clouds.
Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun also set off together, their faces showing anticipation for the Dao, and a hint of hidden worry for the future.
Kunpeng's massive figure, obscuring the sky, carried endless gloom and resentment as he flew alone towards Purple Cloud Palace.
...
Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
Twelve powerful auras arrived almost simultaneously.
Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong... The Twelve Ancestral Witches had ended their travels and all returned.
After tens of thousands of years of travel, their auras were more restrained, but the power of the Laws swirling around them was even more solidified and powerful than before.
Wu Ming had already been waiting here.
"You're all back," Wu Ming said simply.
"Big Brother," Dijiang stepped forward.
"Mm, it seems you've all gained something," Wu Ming scanned the group. "The time for the second lecture is near, prepare to depart."
"Yes!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches responded in unison.
Without needing many words, thirteen figures soared into the sky, instantly tearing through space and speeding towards Purple Cloud Palace in the depths of Chaos.