Chapter 11: The Great World of the Witch Tribe

Hearing the discussion among the Twelve Ancestral Shamans, even with Emperor Cang's vast experience and insight, he couldn't help but be somewhat taken aback.

“To separate a drop of heart's blood and send it into the goddess's body, to nurture the offspring of the two?”

“This...”

Emperor Cang hesitated inwardly.

Although this was not truly a dual cultivation, if they were to proceed in such a manner, even in the vast and ancient world, such a connection would carry its own significance. It was just like Fuxi and Nuwa, brother and sister—there was no real substance to their bond, yet outwardly they bore such a title, one that could never be easily explained away.

Emperor Cang found this somewhat inappropriate.

However, none of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans cared in the slightest.

The continuation and strength of their race was a matter of utmost importance! Compared to this, all other concerns were but trifles.

“Cang!”

Ancestral Shaman Dijang produced a ginseng, wholly golden, its body emanating a medicinal essence as vast as a golden sea of clouds, and addressed Emperor Cang: “This is a treasure herb of the Medicine King level—a Golden Ginseng. You have just contributed a drop of your vital blood, which has weakened you; you must not expend your essence again in a short period, lest it consume your potential.”

“If you partake of this Golden Ginseng, it will help restore you to your peak. Then, you can once again separate a drop of vital blood, aiding our shaman race in swiftly giving birth to offspring with primordial spirits.”

Dijiang continued, “Take this Golden Ginseng. I will personally help you refine it!”

...

Since both Ancestral Shamans Houtu and Dijiang had spoken thus, there was nothing more Emperor Cang could say. Naturally, he could only nod in agreement.

Before the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans, Emperor Cang activated his Heavenly Eye Divine Power, releasing a ray of divine light that drew the Golden Ginseng into his body, then broke it down into countless clouds of medicinal essence that surged into his limbs and bones.

Ancestral Shaman Dijiang placed a hand upon Emperor Cang’s shoulder.

Immediately, Emperor Cang felt an endless surge of blood energy and mysterious law power flooding his body, granting him the illusion of soaring magical might and omnipotence.

The medicinal force of the Golden Ginseng burst forth, and Emperor Cang’s bodily strength leaped to astonishing heights.

Yet, as a third of the Golden Ginseng's power was being refined, suddenly, at the center of Emperor Cang’s brow, his painstakingly tempered primordial spirit embryo seemed to sense something. Abruptly, it released a terrifying devouring power, actively drawing upon both blood energy and the medicinal force of the ginseng, greedily absorbing all for its own use.

“Do not fear!” Dijiang declared. “If your primordial spirit needs to devour, so be it. Though we Twelve Ancestral Shamans do not possess endless spirit medicines, we are not about to be impoverished by a mere Heavenly Deity’s appetite.”

“Cang, do not hold back. Strive with all your might to advance—do not worry about resources!”

...

Hearing this, Emperor Cang had nothing more to say.

He immediately drove the Ninefold Mysterious Art with all his might, the power of primordial spirit runes endlessly devouring.

Who knows how much time passed.

The medicinal force of the Golden Ginseng was completely refined.

Not only did Emperor Cang return to his peak, but the power of his Ninefold Mysterious Art surged, reaching the pinnacle of the second transformation—the late stage of the Heavenly Deity Realm. Within his body, a nascent Dao Embryo was taking shape, seemingly about to become a wondrous vessel of infinite mysteries!

Astonished, Emperor Cang quietly marveled at his own strength.

“To reach the pinnacle of the Heavenly Deity Realm—this is truly extraordinary. With such cultivation, and with the True Phoenix’s corpse I recently obtained, perhaps in less than twenty years, I can ascend to the True God Realm. The gap between myself and the great shamans grows ever smaller!”

...

Of course, amidst his joy, Emperor Cang did not forget the task at hand. Instantly, he separated a drop of vital blood and respectfully handed it to Houtu.

Houtu smiled, accepting it into her body to nourish with her own blood essence.

“I will nurture this blood with my essence for three thousand years. Afterward, I will merge it with my own. Who knows how many years it will take before it is fully gestated. If the new shaman born from this truly possesses primordial spirit power, all will be well. If not, we will require further help in the future!”

“One drop of vital blood every ten thousand years for the shaman race!”

“Every ten thousand years?” Emperor Cang considered and, seeing it would not sap his potential, immediately agreed.

Houtu extended a finger, shooting a beam of light into Emperor Cang’s body.

Examining it, Emperor Cang discovered that it was the Spirit-Communing Treasure Refinement Art of the Pangu Pool, a technique to strengthen the heart and nurture ever-greater blood power.

“What an excellent cultivation art!” Emperor Cang rejoiced inwardly. “With this, I need never fear for the limits of my potential again!”

“And more than that!” he thought. “The sacrificial refinement method of the Pangu Pool contains endless foundational runes. If I can fuse these into my primordial spirit embryo, my soul’s potential will surely grow, limitless and inexhaustible.”

With this thought, Emperor Cang resolved that, after these matters were settled, he would once again refine his primordial spirit with new runes, using every Dao rune available to fortify the foundation of his ‘Primordial Spirit Golden Core Dao’ to its utmost.

...

With the matter of “propagating the shaman race with primordial spirits” thus concluded, the Twelve Ancestral Shamans returned to their previous topic.

Ancestral Shaman Dijiang spoke: “Cang, since you have spoken of propagation, we Twelve Ancestral Shamans shall now act. Using the four hundred and eighty million drops of Father God's blood, we will nurture the shaman race. What do you think?”

Emperor Cang pondered and replied, “Procreation is no trivial matter; we must proceed with care!”

“My opinion is as follows: First, we must open a world for the shaman race. As I have said before, though our numbers are great, we should not appear openly too often, lest we provoke enmity. If we open a lesser world and let our newborn kin enter it to gather strength in secret, there will be no problem.”

“Second, of the four hundred and eighty million drops of Father God's blood, I believe it best to use only two hundred and forty million to test the tribulation of fate, rather than risking everything and losing all hope. What do you all think?”

“Well reasoned!” Dijiang nodded after a moment’s thought. “We should indeed keep something in reserve, and if we hide the newborn shamans, a great world for the shaman race is the best option!”

“In that case,” Dijiang looked around at his siblings, “let the twelve of us together open the Great World of the Shamans!”

Candle Dragon, the Ancestral Shaman of Time, asked, “How shall we open it?”

Xuanming, the Ancestral Shaman of Water, produced a treasure and said, “I possess the Great Thousand World Pearl, within which is a boundless world. We can use this as our foundation, and within the Hall of Pangu, open the Great World of the Shamans to serve as our race’s cornerstone!”