nyslfriends Chapter 8 Ancestral Witch Essence Blood, Pan Xuan Takes Form
Chapter 8 Ancestral Witch Essence Blood, Pan Xuan Takes Form
Pan Xuan felt the sensation of that drop of essence blood merging into his body.
A warm current flowed through his body, nourishing his soul and body, and slowly merging with the righteous energy and merit within him.
He was deeply moved, his voice choked with emotion: "Sister Houtu, your essence and blood are precious, you..."
Houtu shook her head, her tone gentle yet firm: "We are compatriots, why should we distinguish between each other? Besides, it's just a drop of essence blood. My sister will return after recuperating for a while."
If you wish to repay your sister, then transform into human form as soon as possible and let her see what you look like.
After saying that, she turned and left, leaving behind only a gentle silhouette.
Pan Xuan stared blankly as she left, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He knew how precious the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch was.
Each drop contains the primordial power of the Ancestral Witch; losing even one drop requires a long period of recuperation to recover.
Houtu gave him her essence and blood; this kindness is heavier than Mount Tai.
However, to his surprise, this was just the beginning.
After the second round of sermons ended, Dijiang finished his last lesson and also forced out a drop of his essence blood to enter his body.
That drop of essence contained the power of space, radiating a light as deep as the starry sky.
After merging into Pan Xuan's body, his understanding of space became clearer.
In the third round, Zhu Jiuyin also forced out a drop of essence blood, which contained the power of time.
It was as if a miniature river of time flowed within it, merging into Pan Xuan's body and making his perception of time even more acute.
After each round of sermons, one of the Ancestral Witches would force out a drop of essence blood and send it into Pan Xuan's body.
The twelve rounds of preaching and the twelve drops of ancestral witch blood were all absorbed into Pan Xuan's body.
The twelve drops of Ancestral Witch Blood essence gathered together and slowly fused within Pan Xuan's body, transforming into an unimaginably vast power.
That power possessed both the spatial power of Dijiang and the temporal power of Zhujiuyin.
There is also the fire power of Zhurong and the water power of Gonggong, as well as the ice power of Xuanming and the earth power of Houtu...
The twelve primordial forces intertwine, resonating with Pan Xuan's own righteous energy, the merits of creation, and the mysterious energy of heaven and earth, forming a profound and mysterious balance.
Pan Xuan felt that his cultivation level was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The layer of primordial energy enveloping him grew increasingly solid and thick, as if it were about to break free from its cocoon at any moment.
His understanding of the laws of heaven and earth also progressed rapidly under the blessing of the twelve drops of ancestral witch blood essence, advancing by leaps and bounds.
He was deeply moved.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were all among the most powerful beings in the world, and their essence and blood were extremely precious.
Even if only a single drop is lost, it will take a long time to recover.
But they gave him their essence and blood without hesitation, just so that he could take human form as soon as possible.
This friendship is heavier than Mount Tai and deeper than the ocean.
Pan Xuan took a deep breath and buried this feeling of being moved deep in his heart.
He knew that he was still too weak to repay the kindness of his brothers and sisters.
But he secretly vowed that one day he would become strong enough to protect those who truly cared for him.
He must change the fate of the Witch Clan.
Whether it's the war between the Lich King and the Fall of the Ancestral Witch, he will stop it.
He wanted the Wu tribe to stand forever in this primordial world!
Pan Xuan closed his eyes, his dragon body coiled up in the thick Xuanhuang Qi, and began to refine the twelve drops of Ancestral Witch Blood Essence with all his might.
His aura slowly rose within the Pangu Palace.
It grows stronger and stronger, like a primordial egg of chaos, waiting for the moment it hatches.
Outside the Pangu Palace, the twelve Ancestral Witches stood side by side, their eyes filled with anticipation as they watched the golden light inside grow brighter and more dazzling.
"What do you think Brother Pan Xuan will look like after he transforms into human form?" Zhu Rong asked, scratching his head, flames dancing between his fingers.
Gonggong, unusually, didn't retort. Instead, he thought about it seriously, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face:
"The essence of righteousness must be that of a virtuous gentleman. He should be fair-skinned and refined, unlike us who are so rough and uncouth."
Xuanming coldly said, "No matter what form they take, they are all our brothers. As long as they can take human form, it's a good thing."
Houtu smiled slightly and said softly:
"Yes, no matter what they look like, they are all our brothers."
He called us "brother" and "sister," and we will protect him for life.
Dijiang remained silent for a moment, a rare gentleness appearing on his resolute face, and suddenly spoke:
"I have a feeling that the arrival of Brother Pan Xuan might change a lot of things."
Zhu Jiuyin slightly opened his cloudy eyes, gazing at the golden light deep within the Pangu Palace. His voice was distant and profound, as if traversing the endless river of time:
"I saw it too... but I couldn't see it clearly, it was too blurry."
His future was shrouded in a light I had never seen before, a light that even I could not see through.
However, one thing is certain: his appearance is an immense opportunity for the Wu Clan.
Houtu said softly, "No matter what he brings, he is our brother. That will never change."
The ancestral witches exchanged glances, their eyes filled with determination.
After absorbing the essence and blood of the twelve Ancestral Witches, the opportunity for Pan Xuan to transform into human form has arrived.
The primordial energy was so dense it was almost impenetrable, like a golden sun suspended in the center of the Pangu Palace, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day. The twelve drops of Ancestral Witch blood essence slowly fused within Pan Xuan's body, intertwining with his righteous energy, the merits of creation, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth, forming a profound and mysterious balance. That power surged and churned within him, like the primordial chaos at the beginning of creation, giving birth to something entirely new.
Pan Xuan's consciousness was immersed in this vast ocean of power, feeling every inch of his flesh and blood, every breath, undergoing a transformative change. Under the baptism of this power, the nine-clawed golden dragon's body gradually solidified and sublimated, as if it were about to break free from the primordial chaos.
Suddenly, cracks appeared in the layer of Xuanhuang aura that enveloped him. At first, there was only a thin crack, as fine as a hair, but soon there were more and more, becoming denser and denser, spreading out like a spider web, covering the entire mass of Xuanhuang aura.
A sudden realization dawned on Pan Xuan—the opportunity to transform into human form had arrived.
He took a deep breath, and his dragon body trembled violently. The primordial energy exploded, transforming into a sky full of golden light, like countless golden butterflies fluttering in the Pangu Palace. Within the golden light, a nine-clawed golden dragon soared into the air, radiating righteous energy and the light of primordial merit. It circled three times in the air before the golden light receded, and a figure slowly emerged from it.
That figure was none other than Pan Xuan.
Because of the concealment of the Pangu Palace, the movement of his transformation was completely isolated within this ancient hall. No unusual phenomena were sensed by the outside world, and naturally, no divine punishment was attracted. He thus quietly and smoothly completed his transformation from a dragon body to a Dao body.
Pan Xuan stood in the Pangu Palace, looking down at his hands—long, slender, and fair hands with distinct knuckles, as if carved from fine jade. He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the enormous Pangu Palace, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up within him. From this day forward, he was no longer a nine-clawed golden dragon confined to the primordial chaos, but a being truly possessing a Dao body.