However, Lin Yang's luck was not very good.
For the next few tens of thousands of years, he Cultivated and comprehended the Dao of Yin and Yang, intending to integrate it into his current main cultivation, the Life Great Dao.
At the same time, he was also distracted by searching for treasures that might exist in Mount Buzhou.
But after a full fifty thousand years, Lin Yang only found one Innate Spiritual Root—the Enlightenment Tea Tree.
This was just a High Grade Innate Spiritual Root.
But it had one advantage.
As the name suggested, it could help people comprehend the Dao.
Lin Yang brought it back and planted it beside him, and sure enough, his Cultivation became much more efficient.
Another thirty thousand years passed, and on this day, Lin Yang's cultivation finally advanced further, Breaking through to the Middle Stage of Golden Immortal.
Moreover, at the same time, Lin Yang sensed that his roots had touched another place, similar to the Immortal Cave of Fuxi and Nuwa.
"Double happiness! Let's go take a look!"
Lin Yang's mind stirred, and his Divine Sense extended along his roots. After a while, Lin Yang arrived in a grand hall.
"Is this Pangu Hall?"
Lin Yang was extremely shocked; he had actually found Pangu Hall.
And he had even entered it.
Didn't they say that Pangu Hall was formed from Pangu's heart?
Why was its defense so weak?
However, Lin Yang quickly discovered that this statement was actually incorrect.
Why?
Because Pangu's heart was currently in this great hall.
In the center of the great hall, there was a blood pool, and within the blood pool, there was a huge heart.
It was beating with a thud, a thud.
And surrounding the heart were twelve figures, sitting cross-legged around it.
They were not human figures, but the figures of twelve demon gods.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Race.
Lin Yang looked at Pangu's heart, his heart burning with excitement.
Pangu's heart!
If he could take it back, he would truly be rich.
However, just as Lin Yang had this thought, an extremely dangerous feeling emerged in his heart.
Pangu's heart cannot be moved; moving it will result in death!
Although he didn't know where the danger came from, at this moment, Lin Yang chickened out.
"What if I just extract a tiny bit of blood?"
Lin Yang was unwilling.
Pangu's heart was right in front of him; he couldn't just give up like this, could he?
And as he thought this, he clearly felt that the sense of danger in his heart no longer existed.
This is feasible!
Lin Yang's eyes lit up. He no longer set his sights on Pangu's heart, nor on the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Instead, he only focused on the blood in the blood pool.
With so much blood, taking a little bit wouldn't cause any problems.
This was what his intuition told him.
Lin Yang immediately extended his roots into the blood pool and began to gurgle and draw out the blood.
The blood in this blood pool was not pangu essence blood, but just ordinary blood.
But even so, Lin Yang felt the powerful energy contained within this blood.
After all, this blood later nurtured many of the first-generation Grand Witches of the Witch Race.
In other words, although this blood could not create Ancestral Witches, it could still create Grand Witches.
Lin Yang extracted several tubes of blood in a row before he again felt danger emerging from the bottom of his heart.
He had no choice but to stop while he was ahead and flee without looking back.
There must be a great secret in this Pangu Hall, but he dared not explore it further.
Back in the great formation, Lin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, allowing his tense emotions to slowly relax.
A moment later, looking at the Pangu blood he had obtained, Lin Yang was incomparably excited.
"This is great. With this blood, I can use it to refine a very good Incarnation."
Lin Yang thought.
But very quickly, Lin Yang felt something was wrong.
This blood was not pure!
Just like the pangu essence blood that nurtured the Twelve Ancestral Witches, this inferior Pangu blood also contained turbid Qi.
In other words, using such blood to refine a Clone could only result in a Grand Witch.
"Oh no!"
Lin Yang was a little displeased and wanted to separate the turbid Qi from the blood.
But this was simply impossible.
In the end, Lin Yang could only give up. A Grand Witch it is!
Although he had no Primordial Spirit, even a Grand Witch was very strong.
Moreover, this was just his first Incarnation.
The Incarnation method was not limited to refining only one Incarnation; he could find suitable Materials later and refine more Incarnations.
This was just an attempt.
Lin Yang convinced himself and began to refine his first Incarnation using this Pangu blood as Materials.
Lin Yang's Incarnation method was unique; it did not require splitting his Primordial Spirit like other Clone refining methods.
Instead, it used a very mysterious method to project his Primordial Spirit.
Then, this Primordial Spirit projection was transformed from virtual to real, refining it into a sub-Primordial Spirit.
This sub-Primordial Spirit was a completely new Primordial Spirit.
Because there was no contact with the original Primordial Spirit, there was no Karma between this sub-Primordial Spirit and Lin Yang himself.
Of course, this was on the surface; in reality, there was still a connection between this sub-Primordial Spirit and Lin Yang's main body.
It was under Lin Yang's control and would not cause any accidents where the guest became the host.
Lin Yang had obtained the Incarnation method and had Cultivated it for countless tens of thousands of years, so he had long prepared the sub-Primordial Spirit.
At this moment, Lin Yang threw his sub-Primordial Spirit into that mass of Pangu blood.
"Gurgle! Gurgle!"
Immediately, the Pangu blood could be seen boiling.
As Lin Yang's sub-Primordial Spirit merged into it, he only felt that the sub-Primordial Spirit was rapidly regressing.
In just a moment, it lost its essence as a Primordial Spirit and transformed into a Soul. However, even as a Soul, it could not resist the erosion of the turbid Qi.
It then regressed from a Soul to a True Spirit! At this point, Lin Yang's True Spirit truly merged with the Pangu blood.
After ten thousand years of nurturing, Lin Yang's first Incarnation was refined.
It was indeed a Grand Witch.
Lin Yang racked his brains and gave him a name: Pan Xuan.
Although the name wasn't very pleasant, Lin Yang had indeed tried his best.
The Grand Witch Pan Xuan, after rolling his eyes at Lin Yang, couldn't help but feel smug.
His strength was very strong, even stronger than Lin Yang's main body, equivalent to a Taiyi Golden Immortal.
The only drawback was that he had no Primordial Spirit.
But this sole drawback, however, also became no drawback.
There was a connection between him and Lin Yang; he had no Primordial Spirit and could not deduce heavenly secrets, but Lin Yang could.
Pan Xuan looked at the lush Gourd Vine in the valley's great formation and said with feigned seriousness, "My main body, although you can't go out, don't worry, when I go outside and encounter anything exciting, I will come back and tell you and recount it to you."
"Don't worry, hahaha!!"
But by the end of his words, he still couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Lin Yang was furious. He used a vine to tie up Pan Xuan and threw him out of the great formation, "Go on your way!"