The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

One day later, Mosquito Taoist left Pangu Palace.

"Little sister, do you think Beiming's words are credible?" After Mosquito Daoist left the Wu Clan territory, Dijiang looked at Houtu and asked. Of the twelve people, only Houtu was most familiar with Mosquito Daoist, so he could only ask her.

"This matter is still unknown. Many of the things he has done seem illogical on the surface, but why does it seem like this doesn't disadvantage my Wu clan at all?" Houtu also looked puzzled.

"Brother, this matter is not as simple as you think. He has also benefited. First, he already knows our formation method, but this is not of much use to us. The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation requires the Ancestral Witches to unleash its power. Second, there is the comprehension of many laws of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but currently only my younger sister has comprehended 30%, which seems to be of little use to him."

Thirdly, there's the karmic debt my Wu clan owes him. Didn't my little sister say he has the ability to predict the future? Perhaps my Wu clan can be of some help to him in the future." After much consideration, Zhu Jiuyin could only voice his thoughts.

Little did he know, his guesses were almost entirely correct. The reason Mosquito Daoist helped them refine the array flags was primarily because he was interested in the laws of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Although each of the twelve had only grasped two or three levels, many things are impossible to understand without guidance.

With these people's insights and understanding, once Hongjun finishes explaining the method of severing the three corpses, he can let the three corpses cultivate. He himself already has three laws to comprehend; he doesn't have the mental capacity for more. As long as the three corpses comprehend them, and he puts in a little more effort, he believes it won't take too long.

As for the matter of cause and effect, he was also taking precautions just in case. Although he didn't have any plans for the Witch Clan, being in this great calamity of the Witches and Demons, it was a way to keep a trump card.

The matter of cause and effect is ethereal and intangible, yet no one takes it lightly. If someone asks you to do something in return and you ignore it, your Dao heart will likely be tainted, and inner demons may arise in your future cultivation. For cultivators in the primordial world, a stable Dao heart is essential for long-term progress, and inner demons are the most taboo thing for cultivators.

"However, brother, now is not the time to discuss Beiming. We have an important matter to attend to."

Dijiang and the others looked at Zhujiuyin. Wasn't this the most important thing right now? If this formation could be successful, who would they have to fear in the future?

Gonggong was also an impatient person, and immediately became a little impatient. "Second brother, why don't you just say it directly? You always only say half of what you mean. You should change this habit."

Zhu Jiuyin smiled bitterly and didn't argue with him. He immediately said, "Everyone should have seen about the establishment of the demon race, right? And after the establishment of the race, all the demons have benefited greatly. Why don't we also establish the witch race? At that time, the cultivation of quasi-saints will no longer be a luxury for us."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and they immediately put down the array flags and contacted the shamans below to prepare offerings.

Half a month later. The territory of the Witch Clan was teeming with people, stretching as far as the eye could see. In recent years, the number of Witch Clan members had grown significantly, no longer just the tens of billions that Di Jun had initially envisioned. Although still considerably less than the Demon Clan, the unity of the Witch Clan rendered the sheer number of Demon Clan members ineffective.

At this moment, the twelve ancestral witches, including Dijiang, stood before the offering table, looked up at the heavens, and said:

"Heaven above, I am Dijiang of the Wu Clan (Zhujiuyin, Zhurong...), and I now wish to establish the Wu Clan. We twelve will be the Ancestral Wu of the Wu Clan, using the Pangu Palace to suppress the Wu Clan's fortune and govern all the people of the prehistoric Wu Clan. May Heaven witness this. The Wu Clan is established." After the word "established," Heaven did not react for a moment.

Little did they know that although they had sworn an oath to Heaven, they had not knelt before Heaven and Earth, which was why Heaven hesitated.

This is a long-standing custom of the Wu tribe: they do not worship Heaven and Earth, but only revere Pangu. If they weren't afraid of being ostracized from the prehistoric continent like the Demon tribe when they swore an oath to the Great Dao, they probably would have sworn an oath directly to the Great Dao.

After about half an incense stick's time, when everyone was filled with doubt, Heaven bestowed merits, the amount of which was about the same as when the demon race was first established.

The five layers of merit fell upon the heads of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. After being absorbed, eleven of them, including Dijiang, broke through to the early stage of Quasi-Saint. Only Houtu did not absorb it; it was taken away by them. She understood that since the five layers of merit were divided among the twelve people, even if she absorbed them, they would not have any effect on her current cultivation.

Two-tenths of the prize money went to the nine great shamans standing before the assembled shamans.

The nine individuals were Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi, Feng Bo, Yu Shi, Kua Fu, Chi You, Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng, and Ping Yi, all of whom had broken through to the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. The remaining 30% were among the hundreds of billions of Wu tribes.

When the Twelve Ancestral Witches founded the Witch Clan, all the powerful beings of the primordial world sensed it, but since the Heavenly Dao did not react, they all wanted to see him make a fool of himself. However, the Heavenly Dao only bestowed merit after an incense stick had burned, which puzzled many people. They only paid a little attention to it and then ignored it. Given that Di Jun had established the Demon Clan, it was not surprising that Di Jiang had established the Witch Clan.

After Zhu Rong and the others broke through to the Quasi-Saint level, they all had smiles on their faces.

Although Di Jiang was happy, he still said, "The twelve of us are now all at the Quasi-Saint level. But with the addition of the array flags refined by Fellow Daoist Bei Ming, ruling the prehistoric land will no longer be a problem. However, you should not cause trouble before the array flags arrive."

He also knew that his younger siblings were not peaceful, especially Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, hence the saying.

But how could he know that after Hongjun merged with the Dao, all the saints would also appear in the world?

The Netherworld Blood Sea, the Free and Unfettered Island.

Leaving the territory of the Witch Clan, Mosquito Daoist gained some things, but not much. He could exchange some methods for comprehending the laws with others, but obtaining twelve at once would be quite difficult.

He himself also possessed spatial laws, and compared to Di Jiang's understanding of spatial laws, his knowledge could only serve as a reference. He could refine innate spiritual treasures at any time, so it wasn't a major problem. Of course, the materials for refining them also needed to be provided by the Witch Clan; he had almost completely used up the materials in their Blood Sea Treasure Vault that they didn't need.

When Mosquito Taoist entered the island, he saw that all four of his disciples were there, but Styx was still in seclusion. He didn't even go to see the Lich Clan's establishment.

"Since you are all here and your cultivation has broken through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, I have also refined many spiritual treasures in the past few years. I will give you a few for self-defense."

With a wave of his hand, more than ten innate spiritual treasures appeared on the ground. Among them were several pagodas, all of which were made by Mosquito Daoist in imitation of Lu Er's authentic Six Harmonies Pagoda. They were all of the superior grade innate spiritual treasure level.

The red-bottomed macaque, also known as Chi Jue, stared in disbelief, thinking, "When did innate spiritual treasures become so worthless?"

As for the other three, they didn't take it seriously. All three knew that as long as they had enough materials, they wouldn't lack innate spiritual treasures in the Netherworld Blood Sea.

They also knew that once their cultivation reached a certain level, their master would definitely not mistreat them.