12dz Chapter 16 The Primordial Cleaner
Chapter 16 The Primordial Cleaner
The decision of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has been made; the next question is how to implement it.
Dijiang stood up, his resolute face full of determination.
He glanced around at everyone present and said in a deep voice, "In that case, we will follow Brother Pan Xuan's plan."
Starting tomorrow, the twelve of us will take turns going out to secretly collect the corpses of the fallen members of the three races and bring them back to the Blood Pool.
At the same time, it absorbs the malevolent energy between heaven and earth to strengthen itself.
He paused, then looked at Pan Xuan: "Brother Pan Xuan, you shall stay in the Pangu Palace."
Although you are now at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm and have the Primordial Measuring Ruler in your hand, you have only been in human form for a short time.
The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans are powerful and their eyes and ears are everywhere. You should not appear in their sights.
Zhu Rong nodded and said, "Brother Di Jiang is right."
Brother Pan Xuan, just stay in the Pangu Palace and wait for us to return.
"The twelve of us are enough to handle things outside."
Gonggong, unusually, did not argue with Zhurong, and said in a deep voice, "Your Tianqi Huiguang still needs time to recover, so you should rest quietly in the palace."
Once she recovers, Houtu will need your help.
Pan Xuan looked at these Ancestral Witches who were thinking of him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
He knew they were protecting him.
The Pangu Temple is protected by the Father God and can conceal one's aura, making it the safest place in the world.
Outside, however, lies the battlefield of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, a place fraught with danger.
They kept him in the palace because they feared he might encounter danger.
Pan Xuan stood up, bowed to the assembled ancestral witches, and then spoke slowly and deliberately:
"I appreciate your kindness, brothers and sisters. However..."
He raised his head, his gaze clear and firm: "Pan Xuan believes that rather than hiding in the palace, it would be better to go out with my brothers and sisters."
Zhu Rong was taken aback and quickly said, "Brother Pan Xuan, it's dangerous outside..."
Pan Xuan shook his head and smiled, "Brother Zhu Rong, Pan Xuan knows you mean well."
But Pan Xuan has something to say, and I ask all my elder brothers and sisters to listen to it.”
He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice clear and resonant:
"Pan Xuan is the embodiment of the Father God's righteous energy. He possesses the three supernatural powers of the Righteous Qi Technique, the Merit and Virtue Xuanhuang Dharma Image, and the Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light, and also holds the Primordial Measuring Ruler in his hand."
If one stays hidden in the hall, how can one hone these three supernatural abilities?
How is the Primordial Measuring Ruler used? How can one improve their cultivation level?
He paused, then continued, "Moreover, Pan Xuan will be born sooner or later."
The Father God conceived me not so that I could hide in the Pangu Palace and live a life of ease.
Since we'll have to face the storms of life sooner or later, what's wrong with going out and seeing them sooner?
The ancestral witches looked at each other, all pondering Pan Xuan's words.
Pan Xuan added, "Moreover, this trip is not intended to have a direct conflict with the three races, but rather to operate on the edge of the battlefield."
With all my brothers and sisters by my side, what is there for Pan Xuan to fear?
With the twelve ancestral witches here, who in the world can harm me?
As he finished speaking, his tone carried a hint of pride and absolute confidence in the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Zhu Rong was so excited by his words that she slapped Pan Xuan on the shoulder and laughed loudly:
"Well said! With the twelve of us here, who would dare to lay a finger on you?"
"Brother Pan Xuan, come with us! Your brother will protect you!"
Gonggong rarely showed a smile: "Brother Panxuan is right."
Staying hidden in the palace all the time is certainly not a long-term solution. We'll have to go out sooner or later; it's better to go out sooner than later.
A hint of approval flashed across Xuanming's cold face: "You have guts. In that case, let's go out together."
Houtu looked at Pan Xuan with eyes full of satisfaction. She said softly, "Brother Pan Xuan is right."
He is a member of my Wu clan, and sooner or later he will walk between heaven and earth.
Rather than letting him face this alone later, it's better for us to guide him now and help him gradually become familiar with this world.
Dijiang pondered for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright. In that case, Brother Panxuan will come with us. However..."
He looked at Pan Xuan and said solemnly, "If you encounter danger, you must stand behind us."
You are not allowed to make a move before we fall.
Pan Xuan felt a warmth in his heart and nodded, saying, "Pan Xuan understands."
Houtu stepped forward, gently patted his shoulder, and said softly, "Brother Panxuan, you are our brother, it is our duty to protect you. Don't feel bad about it."
Xuanming rarely spoke, but his voice, though cold, carried a hint of concern: "Brother Panxuan, just stay close."
Pan Xuan looked at the two female ancestral witches.
Houtu was gentle as water, and Xuanming was cold as ice, yet they both cared for him in their own ways.
A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and he nodded emphatically.
And so, from that day on, a strange thing happened on the vast land.
The battlefields of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans are mostly located in places where the malevolent energy is heaviest in the world.
The three races fought for supremacy for countless eons, each with its own sphere of influence and its own battlefield.
The battles between the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan often take place at the boundary between heaven and earth.
The battles between the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan mostly take place along the banks of rivers, lakes, and seas;
The battles between the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan mostly take place in the high mountains and deep valleys.
And on the edge of these battlefields, thirteen figures would always appear.
They never interfered in the battles between the three races; they simply stood quietly at a distance, watching the carnage unfold.
After the battle ended, the three tribes retreated, taking away the important corpses of their fallen members.
Those are key figures of their respective tribes, their bloodlines are precious, and they must not be allowed to fall into the hands of outsiders.
Only then would these figures slowly walk forward and collect the corpses of ordinary tribesmen left behind on the battlefield.
Not only that, they would also sit cross-legged at the edge of the battlefield to absorb the dense baleful energy permeating the world.
That malevolent energy is poisonous and filthy to ordinary living beings; it will harm them if they come into contact with it, and kill them if they touch it.
But these thirteen figures seemed to be in their element. The murderous aura surged into their bodies, causing them no harm whatsoever. Instead, it made their aura grow stronger and stronger.
Thirteen figures, each with their own unique characteristics.
The leader had a resolute face, and there was a faint spatial power flowing around him, making the air around him seem several degrees deeper than the surrounding areas.
He stood there, like an unshakeable mountain.
Behind him stood a burly man with red hair and a red beard, his body glowing faintly with fire, as if he might burst into flames at any moment.
This big man was extremely generous and uninhibited. Whenever he collected a corpse, he would grab it and throw it into the space he carried with him.
Beside the burly man was a man with black hair and beard, a sinister face, and a misty aura surrounding him, creating a stark contrast.
The two always bickered while working, arguing fiercely, but never neglecting their duties.
There was also a cold and beautiful woman in white with white hair, whose chilling aura made people afraid to approach her.
She was incredibly efficient; with a wave of her hand, the corpses were frozen by the chill emanating from her body and neatly collected into her bag.
The most eye-catching person was a dignified woman in a yellow dress.
Her aura was the most profound and steady, like the earth encompassing all things.
She never competed with those big men; she simply stood quietly to the side, watching them work.
Occasionally, she would whisper a few words, and the burly men would quiet down and obey her orders.
And in the very center of these people stood a young man.
The young man had a handsome face, delicate features, and a cascade of black hair that hung down his back. A faint golden light emanated from his body.
His temperament is gentle and refined, yet he exudes a strong sense of righteousness, which makes people feel good at first glance.
Unlike the other twelve, this young man never personally collected corpses, nor did he absorb any malevolent energy.
He simply stood among the twelve people, quietly watching everything, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones with the woman in the yellow dress.
He stood there, seemingly a young nobleman traveling with his family, protected by them, untouched by worldly affairs.
But the occasional flash of golden light in his eyes made him someone not to be underestimated.
This is Pan Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Zhu Rong collected the corpses of the Qilin clan into his pouch, clapped his hands, and laughed loudly:
"A good harvest today! The physical strength of these Qilin clan members is indeed formidable. Throwing them into the blood pool will surely make them much stronger!"
Gonggong snorted coldly: "All you know is how to do is act recklessly."
"Didn't you see those few Phoenix Clan corpses over there? Hurry up and collect them, don't let those passing rogue cultivators get them."
Zhu Rong glared at him, but still obediently walked to the other side.
Xuanming had already collected the phoenix corpses and said coldly, "You two, can you hurry up?"
"This place is filled with malevolent energy. Although staying here for a while won't harm us, Pan Xuan's younger brother is still here."
Upon hearing this, Houtu looked at Pan Xuan and said softly, "Brother Pan Xuan, are you having any trouble adjusting?"
Pan Xuan shook his head and laughed, "Don't worry, Sister Houtu. I have the Righteous Qi Technique protecting me, so I am immune to all evil. This little bit of evil energy can't hurt me."
Houtu smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "That's good."