vstars Chapter 14 Pan Xuan's Disagreement
Chapter 14 Pan Xuan's Disagreement
Pan Xuan held the Primordial Measuring Ruler, feeling the warm current flowing into his body from the ruler, resonating with the righteous energy, merit, and primordial energy within him.
The mysterious yellow energy on the ruler's body flowed slightly, and the golden light of merit shone brightly, illuminating the entire Pangu Palace.
He did not rush to refine it, but first sat down cross-legged, placed the Primordial Measuring Ruler horizontally on his lap, closed his eyes and concentrated.
As if sensing the energy within him, the ruler floated up on its own, hovering above his head, casting a radiant light of profound yellow merit that enveloped him.
The twelve Ancestral Witches sat around, quietly watching this scene.
Zhu Rong muttered, "This treasure is quick to recognize its master."
We have guarded it for countless eons, but it has not even bothered to flash a single light.
As soon as the Pan brothers arrived, it clung to them on its own.
Gonggong, unusually, did not rebuke him, but simply said, "Treasures have spirits, and will naturally choose those who are compatible with them."
The merits and illusory Dharma forms of the Pan Xuan brothers are of the same kind as this Primordial Measuring Ruler, so it is only natural that they recognize each other as masters.
Xuanming coldly said, "Just watch quietly."
Pan Xuan was now completely immersed in the refining process.
The Primordial Measuring Ruler hovered above his head, its primordial energy cascading down like a waterfall, enveloping him entirely.
The golden light of merit flowed like threads from his Baihui acupoint, circulating throughout his body along his meridians, and finally merging into his Dantian, where it merged with his magical power.
He could sense that the power of merit contained within this ruler was as vast as the sea, and the primordial energy as thick as a mountain.
The artistic conception of that precise measurement is even more profound and extraordinary.
Everything in the universe has its measure.
Length, height, good and evil, right and wrong—all can be measured by this one foot.
This force of discipline complements his upright character, as if they were two sides of the same coin.
The refining process went much more smoothly than he had imagined.
The Primordial Measuring Ruler seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. It did not resist at all, but instead actively cooperated with his refining process.
The restrictions within the ruler were unlocked layer by layer, each layer containing profound Daoist principles, deepening his understanding of the Dao of Merit, the Mysterious Yellow, and Rules.
I don't know how much time passed.
Pan Xuan suddenly realized that he had also refined the last restriction in the ruler.
The Primordial Measuring Ruler suddenly trembled, emitting a clear and melodious hum. The sound was like the clinking of gold and jade, or the sound of the Great Dao, echoing endlessly in the Pangu Palace.
The primordial energy emanating from the ruler soared into the sky, and the golden light of merit shone in all directions, illuminating the entire Pangu Palace and revealing even the darkest corners in minute detail.
Pan Xuan opened his eyes, and now there was a hint of the Xuanhuang merit light in them.
He reached out his hand, and the Primordial Measuring Ruler fell into his palm on its own. The ruler trembled slightly, as if it were telling him something.
He looked down at the ruler in his palm, and a sudden realization dawned on him.
With this ruler in hand, one can measure the height of heaven and earth, measure the length of all things, judge right and wrong, and suppress the arrogance of evil spirits.
Combined with his three supernatural powers—the Righteous Qi Technique, the Merit and Virtue Mysterious Yellow Dharma Image, and the Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light—it's like adding wings to a tiger.
"Good!" Dijiang was the first to speak, his resolute face full of satisfaction. "Brother Panxuan has greatly increased his strength by refining this treasure, and our Wu Clan has gained another layer of foundation."
Zhu Rong stepped forward, scrutinizing the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler from top to bottom, marveling at it:
"This treasure shines much brighter in your hands than it did when it was lying in the Pangu Palace. It seems it was really eager to get rid of this treasure and was just waiting for you."
Gonggong nodded and said, "This treasure complements Brother Panxuan's Xuanhuang Dharma Image of Merit. With it in hand, Brother Panxuan's combat power can be raised by at least one level."
Houtu smiled slightly and said softly, "Brother Panxuan, congratulations on refining this treasure."
This Primordial Measuring Ruler, having slumbered for countless eons, has finally encountered a wise ruler today; it must be overjoyed.
Pan Xuan absorbed the Primordial Measuring Ruler into his body. The ruler transformed into a beam of dark yellow light, which entered his brow and floated in his Niwan Palace, resonating with his divine soul.
He stood up and bowed solemnly to the Twelve Ancestral Witches: "Panxuan's achievements today are entirely due to the generous gifts of my elder brothers and sisters. With this treasure in hand, Panxuan will certainly not fail in his trust."
Dijiang waved his hand: "We're brothers, no need for formalities."
After the refining was completed, Houtu led Panxuan out of the main hall of the Pangu Palace and to an open area in front of the hall.
Pan Xuan looked around and saw the Pangu Palace standing tall and majestic, ancient and vast, exuding an eternal aura that was as old as heaven and earth.
In the open space in front of the palace, there was a huge pool of blood.
The blood pool was about a hundred feet in diameter. The blood in the pool was not ordinary blood, but emitted a faint golden light, and the aura of the great god Pangu was faintly present in it.
The aura was profound, vast, and boundless, as if it contained the power to create the world.
Above the blood pool, the primordial yellow energy and the golden light of merit intertwined and swirled, forming an invisible barrier that enveloped the entire blood pool.
Houtu stood by the blood pool and said softly, "Brother Panxuan, this is the foundation of my Wu clan, the Pangu Blood Pool."
Pan Xuan stared at the blood pool, feeling the vast power contained within it, and was secretly shocked.
Houtu continued, "Back then, when the Father God created heaven and earth, he transformed into all things."
His essence and blood transformed into the twelve Ancestral Witches, scattered throughout the world.
Countless ages later, we gathered at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain and were conceived and born in this Pangu Palace.
When we were born, we brought forth from the blood pool a great shaman and some ordinary shamans, each possessing the same attributes as us.
She paused, then pointed to the blood pool and said, "This blood pool is the foundation that Father God left for us."
It contains the power of the Father God's bloodline. As long as the blood pool does not dry up, my witch clan will have a continuous stream of clansmen to be born.
only……"
Houtu frowned slightly, as if she was carefully considering her words.
Pan Xuan didn't urge him, but simply waited quietly.
After a moment, Houtu continued, "However, since these Yuanhui, the three races of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin have been vying for supremacy in the prehistoric world, constantly fighting and killing each other, and the world is filled with murderous aura."
We, the twelve ancestral witches, have witnessed the rise and fall of these three races, and the birth and death of their hundreds of millions of people.
A few days ago, after discussing it, we came up with an idea.
Pan Xuan's heart stirred, and he vaguely guessed what it was.
Houtu looked at him, her eyes filled with solemnity:
"We intend to use the Blood Pool, combined with the essence and blood of the twelve Ancestral Witches, to create more members of the Witch Clan."
The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans each have hundreds of millions of members, while my Wu clan, though it has great shamans and ordinary members, is far fewer in number.
"To establish a foothold in this primordial world, a large population is essential."
Pan Xuan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Sister Houtu, I understand the thoughts of my brothers. However..."
He paused, then raised his head, his gaze clear and firm:
Pan Xuan believed that now was not the time.
Houtu paused slightly, looking at him with a hint of doubt: "Brother Panxuan, why do you say that?"
Pan Xuan did not answer immediately, but pondered for a moment before saying:
"Sister Houtu, this matter is of great importance. May we discuss it together with our brothers?"
Houtu glanced at him, and seeing his solemn expression, nodded:
"Very well. All the elder brothers should indeed know about this."
She turned and returned to the Pangu Palace, using the power of the Ancestral Witches to summon the other Ancestral Witches.
A moment later, the twelve Ancestral Witches gathered in the main hall of the Pangu Palace.
Dijiang sat in the main seat, looked at Panxuan, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Panxuan, Sister Houtu said that you have different opinions on our plan to create our people."
Tell me about it.
Zhu Rong sat casually to the side, scratching his head and saying, "Brother Pan Xuan, do you think our essence blood is so precious that you're reluctant to take it out?"
"Don't worry, although creating our people consumes our life essence, we can recover after some time recuperation. It's nothing to worry about."
Gonggong nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Panxuan, the Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin clans each have hundreds of millions of members. If our Wu clan wants to compete with them, we will need a large number of members."
"While the primordial world is still relatively peaceful, creating more people can't hurt."
The other ancestral shamans nodded in agreement, clearly believing that creating their own kind was a matter of course.
Pan Xuan stood up, bowed to the assembled ancestral witches, and then spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Dear brothers and sisters, Pan Xuan is not against creating people."
For the Wu tribe to establish itself in this primordial world, the number of its members is indeed crucial. However…”
He paused, his gaze sweeping over each of the Ancestral Witches present, his voice steady as a mountain: "Pan Xuan believes that now is not the time."
"The timing is wrong. Creating new members prematurely will not only fail to strengthen our witch clan, but may even lead to its extermination."
Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches were taken aback.