Primordial Era: I, the Lamp Burner, intercept the Western opportunity at the outset.

Phoenix Perch Mountain, the cave dwelling of Fuxi and Nuwa.

What was supposed to be a normal discussion of the Dao turned out to be quite unexpected. The group kept verifying and exchanging ideas with each other, gaining deeper and deeper insights. The profound Daoist aura they generated would have already dissipated outside Phoenix Perch Mountain if it weren't for the mountain-protecting formation blocking it.

Thus, a large number of beings with low cultivation levels gathered outside the cave of Fuxi and Nuwa. Some of them were transformed by the Daoist aura generated by their discussions, while others were originally transformed but were attracted by the Daoist aura of this place.

Inside the cave, various laws converged, forming auspicious seven-colored clouds that floated among the group.

When the group woke up, they all looked at the auspicious clouds of laws that had formed in the cave with some surprise.

"I wonder how Qingyun will deal with this law."

The original question was raised, and later when the three relatives discussed the Dao together, strange phenomena also occurred, but this kind of imagery transformed from Daoist principles was the first time they had encountered it in its true form.

"In my opinion, it would be better to move it outside of Phoenix Perch Mountain, scatter it, and let it fall to the primordial land, so that those who are destined to obtain it may find it."

Fuxi suggested that the physical manifestations formed by these laws would be of little use to them, but would be extremely valuable to those innate beings who were not even at the Golden Immortal level.

"I think it's feasible. Why don't we take the area of ​​Phoenix Perch Mountain, which is 100,000 li in radius, as the boundary and see how our respective understanding of the laws develops after being absorbed by other innate beings? After a Yuanhui, we can come here again to observe the Dao."

Randeng suggested that this was something he had learned from Hongjun and Luohou. He proposed that one could pass on one's own Dao techniques to other innate beings to verify what one had learned, which was called observing the Dao.

After some thought, everyone agreed with Randeng's statement, feeling that this was another form of proof of their cultivation.

The group worked together to lift the Law Cloud high into the sky above Phoenix Perch Mountain, where they shattered it.

The piece of auspicious cloud belonging to the Law of Extinction of the Burning Lamp was absorbed by a plant of the Other Shore Grass, giving it sentience; the original Law of Order was absorbed by a lucky cloud in the sky, giving it sentience; and the Heaven-Reaching Geng Metal Law, when it fell to the ground, was obtained by a magical rat that had gained sentience.

The auspicious clouds formed from the laws of the others were also absorbed by different living beings, resulting in a different kind of destiny.

Ran Deng glanced thoughtfully at the Other Shore Grass that was absorbing his Daoist essence of the Law of Annihilation. It was a low-grade innate spiritual root with an ordinary origin; he wondered what changes it would undergo after a Yuanhui.

However, Ren Deng only thought about Luo Hou and Hong Jun's preaching, but overlooked the fact that they were sages who were not afraid of the consequences of preaching. On the contrary, they could benefit from these consequences to improve their own path.

If Zhunti, who cultivates the law of cause and effect, were here, he would find that those innate beings who absorbed the Dao essence of their respective laws were already entangled in cause and effect with the corresponding individuals.

However, these are all stories for later. After their discussion, the group took their leave. The Three Pure Ones were going back to Kunlun Mountain to continue digesting the gains from their journey, while Houtu invited Randeng to visit the Wu tribe, saying that the ancestral witches, including Dijiang, wanted to express their gratitude to Randeng.

And so, Randeng followed Houtu and flew south towards Buzhou Mountain, where the Ancestral Witch Clan was located.

However, along the way, Randeng discovered that on the northeast side of Buzhou Mountain, demon tribes had begun to set up camp and expand their territory.

As for why Randeng could distinguish these things, the reason is that the race of innate beings is the tribe of demons, because in the middle of the demon tribe stands a huge stone statue that is the figure of Di Jun.

Ran Deng didn't consider the matter from the perspective of the Qi Luck Method, since this emperor was only at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm and shouldn't be so obsessed with cultivation. He only thought that the emperor had each tribe erect this statue to promote his image.

It wasn't until the southern part of Buzhou Mountain that the Wu tribe gradually appeared. This was the first time Randeng had seen the Wu tribe.

Apart from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, most of the Witch Clan members are depicted as enlarged versions of the innate Dao body, though different Ancestral Witch tribes have different characteristics.

Houtu told him that those who were all red and had flame patterns on their bodies were Zhu Rong's witch tribe, while those who were strong and had yellowish-brown skin were Houtu's own tribe.

I thought Houtu was already quite tall, at one zhang in normal circumstances, but I was surprised to find that most of the men in her tribe were three or four zhang tall.

No wonder the Three Pure Ones called the Witch Clan "big, dumb bastards".

Led by Houtu, Randeng flew freely over the Wu tribe until it arrived at a magnificent palace at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

"This is the Pangu Temple, the sacred site of my Wu clan, and also a rare treasure."

Houtu explained to Randeng that the twelve Ancestral Witches were born from the blood pool in this Pangu Palace.

Randeng naturally knew that the Pangu Palace was formed from the heart of Pangu, a rare treasure left by the great god Pangu to the Wu tribe for procreation and to enhance their bloodline.

However, at this time, the Wu tribe obviously did not realize its value, and simply regarded it as a sacred place because they were born there.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the Pangu Palace, a cold and beautiful witch with green snakes hanging from her ears and a pair of blue wings on her back blocked their way.

Ran Deng naturally knew that this was the Ancestral Witch Xuanming. After all, there were only two women among the twelve clans. Houtu was by his side, so this must be the Ancestral Witch of Rain.

"Sister Houtu, is this Fellow Daoist Randeng?"

Xuanming spoke, his voice clear and cold, like the snow and ice that had just melted on a high mountain in the heavens.

Ran Deng clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowed to Xuan Ming, and said:

"I am Randeng from the West, greetings to Fellow Daoist Xuanming."

Xuanming nodded slightly, then turned and walked into the hall.

"Your elder brothers are already waiting for you inside the hall. Please come in."

Randeng and Houtu followed Xuanming into the Pangu Palace.

Before one's eyes were ten Ancestral Witches of different forms. The Ancestral Witch in the middle, with four wings on its back, exuded an imposing aura and was surrounded by dense spatial laws. It was likely Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"So you're Ran Deng? The spiritual root in my sister's hand and the method for raising demonic beasts were taught to you by you?"

A patriarchal witch with crimson skin, covered in red scales, and flame-patterned markings on her body spoke from the left side of the river.

"Zhurong must not be disrespectful to Fellow Daoist Randeng, for Fellow Daoist Randeng has been kind to my Wu Clan."

Dijiang spoke up and rebuked them. The main pro-war faction in the clan was led by Zhu Rong and several ancestral witches. They had long wanted to go to war with the two golden crows of the demon clan, believing that their witch clan should replace the father god Pangu to rule the prehistoric world.

"The spiritual root and the method for raising demonic beasts that Fellow Daoist Houtu possess were both given to me by me. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Zhurong has any guidance for me?"

Seeing that Zhu Rong's expression was unfriendly, Randeng naturally didn't indulge him. He had kindly helped the Wu tribe, yet he still had to watch his expression.

Thus, the pressure of a mid-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal was released from his body, condensing into a line that pressed down on Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong grunted, forced to take two steps back by the force of the attack, clearly not expecting Randeng to be so ruthless and decisive.

A hint of surprise flashed in Dijiang's eyes. He hadn't expected that Randeng's cultivation was higher than his own, and that he was so powerful.

Dijiang clasped his hands in a respectful gesture to the lamp-burning lamp.

"Zhu Rong, he has a bad temper because he cultivates the Law of Fire. I hope you will forgive him."

Ran Deng snorted coldly and said nothing.

Houtu stepped in to smooth things over.

"Brother, didn't we say we were going to call Fellow Daoist Ran Deng over to express our gratitude? Hurry up and bring out the things."

Ran Deng was also curious: what kind of gratitude would the Twelve Ancestral Witches bestow upon him? A spiritual treasure or a spiritual root?