Seven Fei Heavenly Palace.

The deities who had witnessed the divine might of Pangu finally calmed down.

"Pangu God is terrifying indeed!" Even Xuanqing felt somewhat overwhelmed this time, having been chopped into an ethereal state.

Although they ultimately did not succeed in anchoring that piece of the Chaos Era, they still saw something different.

Pangu's Heaven Creation, eighty-one transformations!

Pangu God, changing his methods, slaughtered the Chaos Demon Gods one after another.

Of course, he also slew the six of them in all kinds of ways.

"Xuanqing, do I feel like Pangu God is a bit unserious?" Although Ming River was stupefied by the chopping, his thoughts were not disconnected, and he gradually came to his senses.

He looked at Xuanqing: "Could it be because of your Dao Realm that this Pangu God transformed?"

"Is that not possible?" Xuanqing thought about it—if the first Chaos Era was connected due to some "accidents" to a special space-time.

What they just experienced was truly the Enlightenment Illusion Realm.

Jing Yao Venerable glanced at Xuanqing: "It's hard to say for sure."

The great power of Pangu is inconceivable and immeasurable.

If it was indeed an "accidental" projection of an era by Him, then why couldn't He use Xuanqing's Enlightenment Technique to play out the eighty-one chops of Pangu in various ways?

Pangu, Pangu—the 'pan' may not necessarily be 'gu'!

All the Innate Divine Beings present had some speculations in their hearts after this ordeal.

"Unspeakable, indescribable."

Xuanqing looked solemn, as He took the initiative to end the topic.

Rejoicing secretly over their fortuitous gains.

Some guesses were obvious, discussing further might become dangerous.

What if one day, when stepping outside, an axe "coincidentally" falls from the sky, then...

The deities of the Heavenly Palace trembled in their hearts and stopped thinking about the matter at hand.

"Just right, let's go back and assimilate what we've gained from this trip, and refine a batch of fine elixirs!" Jing Yao Venerable, carrying the Green Bull, departed in an instant.

"Daoist friends, I shall also take my leave." Daoist Lord Yu Chen stood up, formally bowing to Xuanqing and the others, and took Duobao with him as he left the Netherworld.

"Take care!"

The Netherworld quartet sat in a line, waving their hands in unison.

"Today's activities will end here. I'm going back to sleep some more, catch up on rest—still haven't found the Dream Demon God."

Meng Wuyou beckoned, grabbing back the Enlightenment Tea Tree that had slid off to Divine Peach Mountain.

Ming River asked curiously, "Didn't you say last time that the Dream Demon God was affecting your dreams and had designs on you?"

"Yeah." Meng Wuyou yawned lazily, "If He intends to trouble me, can't I trouble Him?"

"This time the harvest is plentiful; I'll go to the Dream World to deduce a simplified version of Pangu's eighty-one chops."

Wuyou hummed softly, her delicate face made a fierce gesture with her right hand swinging twice:

"Chop Him to death!"

"Very good, we need to regain our footing!" Xuanqing clapped in support, disturbing peaceful dreams deserves to be cut down!

Ming River nodded, speaking earnestly: "Do not underestimate the Chaos Demon God. If you can't handle it, remember to ask us for help."

Although it was unknown what state the Dream Demon God was in now, whether He had sneaked across successfully, since He could influence Wuyou in her dreams, caution was necessary.

"Got it~~"

Meng Wuyou gracefully entered the Dream World.

~~~~~

In the West of the Primordial.

A nameless Divine Mountain has recently welcomed a group of Witch Gods.

Houtu led the Spiritual Mountain's Ten Witches to establish a Daoist site here and erected a Dao Stele on the mountain.

The Dao Stele was inscribed with two glittering Innate Taoist Texts:

Spiritual Mountain.

The Ten Witches of Spiritual Mountain formally established.

Today's members only number six: Houtu, Xuanming, Zhu Rong, Ruci, Ju Mang, and the Demon Ancestor's alias, Wu Luo.

They are still in search of a leader.

The name has been decided — Wu Xian.

"Precisely because Wu Xian is going to be our Spiritual Mountain's head of the ten witches, it's essential that he has unique qualities," said Ju Mang.

"My requirement for our Wu Xian is simple: it doesn't matter if his power is strong or not; the main thing is whether he can take the blame," Zhu Rong remarked.

"That makes sense."

Ru Shou sat opposite to Ju Mang and nodded: "The best one should be able to take hits and also escape. After all, as our leader, bearing the greatest responsibility must always come first."

"For instance, he would withstand the fiercest beating; if he's got the darkest pot to carry, he would make a clean getaway."

Xuan Ming sat quietly at the side and said, "Actually, whether or not he can take a beating doesn't really matter since each of us ten witches of the Spiritual Mountain is proficient in medical skills and can easily save lives and heal injuries."

"If Wu Xian dies, he can be brought back to life, too."

Her words were filled with confidence.

Houtu expressed her deep agreement.

"Finding the leader Wu Xian will take time; we can't rush it."

Houtu continued: "Right now, there's something more pressing—an issue that concerns writing myths."

"As a nascent organization, the ten witches of the Spiritual Mountain cannot yet establish a formal footing in the Primordial True Realm. The best approach is to start with All Heavens, casting our mythological stories into every great timeline."

"First, let our names spread across All Heavens, then refine falsehoods into truth, reversing cause and effect, and build our power."

Houtu distributed some Jade Books to everyone and said, "These are some mythological scripts I've thought up. Take a look."

"Okay."

The witch gods took the Jade Books and read them intently.

"Pangu's True Sect?" Xuan Ming looked at Houtu in surprise.

Ju Mang stared at the Jade Book and said with an odd expression, "A successor of Chaos Demon God's Dao?"

"The twelve Ancestor Witches of the Witch Tribe, battling heavens and earth?" Zhu Rong could barely keep the corners of his mouth from reaching his ears as he finished reading his script.

"This one says, Houtu presides over Yin Yang and breeds all things, being the mother of the earth; Ru Shou governs autumn, capital punishment, and the death beyond Dao, heralded as the ruler of the west…" Ru Shou, perusing his own script, struggled to contain his laughter.

Wu Luo also joined the meeting this time.

He still wore his persona of haughty indifference, reading from his script, "Spiritual Mountain's ten witches under Wu Xian's command, control life and death..."

In no time, the witch gods finished reading these fabricated mythological tales.

Then everyone silently turned their gaze towards Houtu.

So that's what Houtu is up to!

After Wu Luo finished his script, he suggested, "This kind of job should be passed to an Innate Divine Being who is masterful in the ways of time."

"Ancestor Witch of Time, Zhu Jiuyin, right?" Zhu Rong pointed at his script, clearly having a good time reading it.

Houtu gently nodded, making a mental note of the suggestion.

"Does anyone have anything to add?" she looked at her fellow witch gods.

After some thought, Xuan Ming said, "I think we should not only write about ourselves but also create myths about other divine beings or races."

"Only by having various mythological stories confirming each other can we enhance their believability, making it easier to turn the false into true."

"That's sensible!"

The witch gods' eyes lit up.

Ju Mang said, "When writing the stories, whether from a positive or a side angle, we must highlight the image of 'witches'."

"He who penetrates heaven, earth, and humanity is deemed a witch; our image of 'witch' must be grand and august."

Ru Shou added, "Then, in addition to us great witches, we should also write about lesser witches. Whether their tales are tragic and harrowing or lamentable and tear-stirring, the more we engage emotions and garner sympathy, the more we reinforce recognition for witches."

"And so on and so forth..."

"This way or that way..."

The witch gods of Spiritual Mountain combined their strategies energetically, diving into the task of crafting myths with great enthusiasm.

Everyone felt that the plan was very promising.

Regardless of whether the Innate Divine Beings of the Primordial True Realm believed or not, as long as there were beings in All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds who believed, they would have myriad ways to turn the content of these scripts into reality.

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