sinovels Chapter 7 The Ancestral Witch's Preaching
Chapter 7 The Ancestral Witch's Preaching
The other ancestral witches also transformed, taking on their own human forms.
Some were burly, some were wiry, some were handsome, and some were rugged, but without exception, they all exuded a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble.
These auras intertwined, causing the entire Pangu Palace to tremble slightly.
Pan Xuan looked at the twelve Ancestral Witches who had transformed into innate Dao bodies and sighed inwardly.
This is the image of those ancestral witches in his memory: fierce, bold, each with their own characteristics, yet as close as family.
Dijiang transformed into a resolute middle-aged man with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. There was a faint spatial power flowing around him, and even the air around him seemed to be several degrees deeper than other places.
He stepped forward, looked down at the nine-clawed golden dragon enveloped in the primordial yellow energy, and said in a deep voice:
"Brother Panxuan, from this day forward, the twelve of us will take turns expounding the Dao to you. You should focus on your cultivation and need not worry about anything else."
Although we are not skilled in preaching, we will certainly do our best.
Houtu also stepped forward and said softly:
"Brother Panxuan, your intelligence has been awakened and your foundation is established. You only need to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth and accumulate merits and virtues. The day you take human form will not be far off."
We will all help you. Don't be impatient, take your time.
Pan Xuan was deeply moved and solemnly said, "Thank you all, brothers and sisters."
Thus, from that day on, the twelve ancestral witches began the long years of taking turns preaching to Pan Xuan.
The first person to preach to Pan Xuan was Di Jiang.
Dijiang wields the laws of space and speed, and his understanding of the Dao of space is unmatched by most in the world.
He sat upright before Pan Xuan, the spatial energy around him fluctuating slightly, his voice as steady as a mountain:
"Between heaven and earth, there is space everywhere. Space is the foundation upon which all things depend, the basis of their existence. Without space, there are no things, no heaven and earth, no you and me..."
Pan Xuan listened intently, memorizing every word Di Jiang spoke.
Although he is still in dragon form at this moment, he has already developed intelligence and has excellent comprehension.
Although he could not fully understand the spatial principles that Dijiang spoke of, he could vaguely touch the edge of the laws.
This feeling is extremely mysterious.
The second lecture for Pan Xuan was given by Zhu Jiuyin.
Zhu Jiuyin, who wields the laws of time, transforms into human form. His face is aged and wrinkled, and his eyes are cloudy, as if he has witnessed all the vicissitudes of the world.
But when he occasionally opens his eyes, they seem to hold the passage of countless years, making it hard for people to look directly at him.
His voice was hoarse and distant, as if it came from ancient times: "Time is the pulse of heaven and earth, the lifespan of all things."
Without time, all things stand still, heaven and earth freeze, and there is no birth or death, no reincarnation, no cause and effect…
Pan Xuan listened to Zhu Jiuyin preach.
I felt as if my consciousness had been pulled into the river of time.
I witnessed the passage of countless years, the chaos at the beginning of time, and the vicissitudes of the primordial land.
That feeling deepened his understanding of the principles of heaven and earth.
The third lecture given to Pan Xuan was given by Ju Mang.
The fourth round is the harvest.
The fifth round is Zhu Rong.
The sixth round was Gonggong.
The seventh round is Xuanming.
The eighth round is Houtu.
The ninth round is Qiang Liang.
The tenth round is Xizi.
The eleventh round is Shebi Shi.
The twelfth round is Tianwu.
The twelve Ancestral Witches each wield a fundamental law of heaven and earth. The Dao they preach are different, yet interconnected.
Pan Xuan listened to a ancestral shaman preach every day, and the cycle repeated every twelve days.
This "day" is not a day in later times, but rather the cycle of the primordial great sun's movement, roughly equivalent to several years in later times.
After one round of lectures, several years have passed.
As Pan Xuan preached, his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth deepened, and his own aura grew stronger.
The layer of primordial energy that enveloped him was also slowly changing, gradually solidifying, as if it were about to transform into a real form.
And the twelve ancestral witches, during this sermon, gained a deeper understanding of their own laws.
They had always relied on instinct to apply the power of the laws, and had never systematically organized their insights before.
Now, in order to preach to Pan Xuan, I have to organize, summarize, and express my understanding of the laws one by one. This process itself is a kind of cultivation.
Dijiang remarked with emotion, "Before Panxuan arrived, we never imagined that preaching could improve our cultivation. This is truly an unexpected delight."
Zhu Jiuyin nodded in agreement: "Teaching and learning are inherently complementary. We teach Pan Xuan, and Pan Xuan is also teaching us. This is the principle of mutual learning and growth."
Houtu laughed and said, "Brother Panxuan is truly our lucky star. Even before he has taken human form, he has already benefited us greatly."
Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches smiled knowingly.
In these repeated sermons, the bond between Pan Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches grew stronger day by day.
He was no longer the newly awakened, trembling nine-clawed golden dragon, but had truly integrated into this big family and become an indispensable brother to the ancestral witches.
When Zhu Rong preached, he always liked to pat his dragon head, almost knocking him away.
Gonggong always liked to argue with Zhurong when he preached, and after arguing, he would continue preaching.
Xuanming was cold and aloof when he preached, but he would repeat himself several times each time, as if afraid that the student would not understand.
Houtu was the gentlest when she preached, and she always answered his questions patiently.
Dijiang was most serious when preaching, but he would occasionally show a slight smile.
Zhu Jiuyin's sermons were the most esoteric, but after each one, he would ask him, "Did you understand?"
Pan Xuan kept all these details in his heart.
Time flows on, countless cycles have passed. Outside the Pangu Palace, the primordial sun rises and sets, sets and rises again, endlessly repeating its cycle.
Inside the Pangu Hall, the preaching of the Twelve Ancestral Witches never ceased, round after round, in an endless cycle.
Pan Xuan's aura grew stronger and more solid with each round of sermons.
The primordial energy enveloping him had transformed from a thin mist into a thick, golden substance, gleaming like a golden sun suspended in the Pangu Palace.
During this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did something that Pan Xuan never expected.
It was an ordinary day for preaching. After Houtu finished her sermon, she was about to leave when she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Pan Xuan.
Her eyes were full of tenderness, but also carried a hint of solemnity.
"Brother Panxuan," Houtu said softly, "you have been cultivating diligently day and night since these past eons, and your progress has been rapid. Your sister has seen this and is very pleased."
Pan Xuan quickly replied, "It's all thanks to the excellent guidance of my elder brothers and sisters."
Houtu smiled slightly and shook her head: "Your talent is the foundation. We are merely icing on the cake."
She paused, then suddenly stretched out her finger, squeezing out a drop of golden blood from her fingertip.
As soon as the blood was released, the entire Pangu Palace trembled slightly, and a heavy aura, as thick as the earth, spread out, making it almost impossible for people to breathe.
The drop of blood essence hovered in mid-air, radiating a soft yet powerful light, as if it contained the primal power of the earth.
"Sister Houtu, what's wrong?"
Pan Xuan was greatly alarmed, and his dragon body trembled violently within the mass of primordial yellow energy.
Houtu gently sent that drop of essence blood into the layer of primordial yellow energy, and softly said:
"This is a drop of your sister's essence blood. Although it cannot allow you to take human form immediately, it can help you solidify your foundation and accelerate your cultivation. Please accept it."