This primordial world is not serious!

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Immortal Light floats mysteriously, with auspicious clouds spreading vast.

The divine beings who've successfully performed corpse cutting are beside themselves with joy.

Those who haven't succeeded remain undaunted.

Failure is not necessarily a bad thing.

The path of the Dao is originally a process of continuous validation.

Today's failure can also be seen as an accumulation of experience.

Besides, Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun is definitely a good teacher; he encourages everyone to err so he can cover for the gods as the Daoist Ancestor.

For any who suffer Dao-inflicted wounds from failed corpse cutting, the Daoist Ancestor helps them recover.

"Many thanks to the Daoist Ancestor!"

This expression of gratitude carries some genuine sincerity.

The Daoist Ancestor opens his Dharma Eye, seeing the flowing and unending river of the Three Thousand Great Dao, which branches into countless tributaries.

Countless tributaries, boundless Dao Domain, and endless Dao laws.

A scene of flourishing prosperity.

He nods lightly, then looks toward the first row.

Not only does he watch.

The divine beings attempting corpse cutting also look on.

"Why haven't they performed corpse cutting yet?" The hearts of many are curious.

In the first row sit the top-level principals of the Heavenly Dao Academy branches.

It's absolutely impossible for them to be unable to perform corpse cutting.

"Cut!"

At this moment, over ten voices sound at the same time.

Yuan Huang, Di Jun, Wang Shu, Zhen Yuanzi, White Dragon, Turquoise Pool, and others emit great Immortal Light around them.

The Three Flowers atop their heads sway, and the Qingyun extends, with two divine beings each stepping down.

"The kind and evil corpses?"

Seeing this, the gods twitch at the mouth.

"Cut!"

One wave settles, another rises.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhun Ti, Fu Xi, and Taiyi shout in unison.

Within each of their Qingyun, three divine beings appear.

The gods take a deep breath: "Truly worthy of the Six Saints, all three corpses have emerged, already leading the Great Dao!"

"Our Hall Master is indeed strong, to keep pace with the Six Saints!" Members of the Ten Directions Divine Hall are beside themselves with joy.

"Wonderful, Welfare Immortal has also cut the three corpses, he's stronger now and can give everyone more welfare!" The Mystic Sect Immortals look at Taiyi, filled with joy.

Everyone feels genuinely happy and respectful.

Yet, amidst this jubilant atmosphere, there is a slightly quieter area.

That is where the thirteen Ancestor Witches reside.

Just as Zhu Jiuyin, Shebi Corpse, Tian Wu, and other Ancestor Witches were about to perform corpse cutting, Wu Luo, the Martial Ancestor Witch, suddenly coughed lightly and transmitted:

[Let's not rush.]

[Why?] The other Ancestor Witches look at Wu Luo in confusion, not understanding why he intervened.

Wu Luo displayed a serious expression, stating gravely:

[Dear brothers and sisters, our Witch Clan is different from other divine beings.]

[We do not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, only refine the supreme body. This Primordial Chaos Technique is the Primordial Spirit Path, which we cannot learn; naturally, we cannot cut the three corpses either.]

As these words fell, the other twelve Ancestor Witches were immediately stunned, looking at Wu Luo with bewildered eyes.

Do we Witches not cultivate the Primordial Spirit?

How do we not know about this setting?

Furthermore, who said that not cultivating the Primordial Spirit means one can't learn the Primordial Chaos Technique and thus can't cut the three corpses?

Is there an inevitable direct connection between these?

Wu Luo, seeing his brothers and sisters in a state of bewilderment, secretly chuckled, yet outwardly played the part, sighing deeply and lamenting:

[There's no way around it, this is the racial defect of our Witch Clan, predestined to have no fate with such profound Primordial Spirit Techniques.]

[Ah~~ How truly regrettable!]

As he spoke, he pounded his chest in a sorrowful posture.

The other Ancestor Witches blinked first, then their minds flashed as they caught onto Wu Luo's intention.

[Ah indeed, this is our racial defect, how regrettable.] All thirteen Ancestor Witches played the part, sighing and pounding their chests in sorrow.

This mournful demeanor caught the attention of other group members.

True Master Han Hai, who was watching the front row's divine beings performing corpse cutting, looked at Emperor Jiang and comforted: "Did a few Daoists fail? Don't be disheartened, failing this time, learning from it, and next time you'll surely succeed!"

True Master Han Hai pointed to the first row, laughing: "You may even be like the Six Saints, directly cutting all three corpses!"

However, hearing the comfort from True Master Han Hai, the Ancestor Witches let out a long sigh, filled with endless melancholy and regret.

"Daoist Han Hai, you do not understand!" The Space Ancestor Witch Emperor Jiang's acting soared to its peak.

He looked at True Master Han Hai with a complex gaze.

In his eyes were three parts sorrow, three parts helplessness, three parts unwillingness, and one part pretended strength.

"It's not that we failed in corpse cutting, but we cannot cultivate the Corpse Cutting Technique at all!"

Then, he began to recount the "tragic truth" that "the Witch Clan does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, only refines the body; it's a racial defect, hence can't practice the Three Corpses Cutting Method" to True Master Han Hai, adding embellishments.

In the passionate telling, Emperor Jiang even squeezed out a few drops of heroic tears.

True Master Han Hai sighed deeply: "Who would have thought, such hidden reasons, it must be hard on you all."

"Alas, perhaps this is fate; our Witch Clan is simply not destined for the Primordial Dao." Emperor Jiang concluded, filled with resigned desolation.

After speaking, he didn't forget to repeatedly remind: "Daoist, today I only confide this secret to you, you must not tell outsiders!"

"After all, this is the sorrow of our Witch Clan, and not to be disclosed lightly."

True Master Han Hai expressed deep sympathy and understanding towards the Ancestor Witches.

"Daoist Emperor Jiang, rest assured! I will absolutely not leak this matter!"

He pounded his chest, making an oath-filled promise.

The next moment, other gods from the same group approached True Master Han Hai: [Daoist, what were you discussing just now?]