Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 24 The Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Demon Army Rises!

Pangu Temple.

Yuan Meng walked directly into the main hall.

A pool of blood appeared before Yuan Meng, the essence blood of Pangu.

Boundless turbid air merged into the blood pool, which contained twelve large cocoons.

These are the Twelve Ancestral Witches of later generations.

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have not yet been born.

This is also why Yuanmeng came here.

“The Twelve Ancestral Witches.” Yuan Meng looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Formed from the essence of Pangu, it is an existence that naturally possesses a Great Dao Law, and it only cultivates the physical body and not the primordial spirit.

Of course, it's not that they don't cultivate their primordial spirit, but rather that they can't cultivate it. Just like ferocious beasts, they absorb too much innate turbid energy, causing many ferocious beasts to be unable to develop intelligence.

The same applies to the Wu tribe. However, the Wu tribe is blessed with great merit from birth. As the legitimate descendants of Pangu, they receive no less merit than the Three Pure Ones.

While it's not impossible for them to develop intelligence, cultivating their primordial spirit is extremely difficult due to the influence of innate turbidity.

Even Houtu, who achieved the best among the twelve ancestral witches, opened up the underground passage, which is the Houtu of the six paths of reincarnation in the underworld, and in the end, she became a different kind of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

Yuan Meng looked at the twelve large cocoons in the blood pool.

This is the birthplace of the Wu tribe, and also the place of origin for the Wu tribe.

As for Yuan Meng's arrival here, it was naturally for strategic purposes.

If we were to say which race was qualified to embark on the path of the Primordial Golden Immortal after Hongjun merged with the Dao, it would undoubtedly be the Wu Clan.

The Wu tribe are genuine descendants of Pangu. Unlike the Three Pure Ones, who are transformed from a wisp of Pangu's primordial spirit, the Wu tribe genuinely carries Pangu's bloodline.

However, the timing of the Witch Clan's birth was wrong, and coupled with their own self-destructive actions, it led to the decline of the Witch Clan, and in later generations, there have been no more pure-blooded Witch Clan members in the myriad worlds.

The Wu Clan was born after the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity. When the Wu Clan was at its peak, the Six Sages were born. At that time, the Six Sages were a headache for the unruly Wu Clan. The Wu Clan was the number one troublemaker in the world.

However, the Wu tribe was blessed by the legacy of Pangu and was born with great merit. As descendants of Pangu, they possessed the merit of creating the first layer of heaven and earth.

As long as they don't do anything reckless, even a saint can't do anything to the witch clan.

That's the merit of creating the world after the beginning of time. Even though it's only one level, it's still a massive amount of merit.

The Three Pure Ones only have one level.

The Three Pure Ones attained sainthood through the path of accumulating merit. They relied on the opportunity of attaining sainthood through the Primordial Purple Qi, combined with the merit gained from establishing their religion and the merit of Pangu's creation of the world.

In this way, three saints were created.

It can be said that the Three Pure Ones were able to become saints largely because of the blessings and favors bestowed by Pangu.

However, the Wu Clan and the Three Pure Ones now share the same starting point.

Theoretically speaking, the Wu Clan and the Three Pure Ones are the greatest second-generation beings in the primordial world.

As long as no one does anything reckless, no one in the prehistoric world will go back to cause trouble for the Wu Clan.

Unfortunately, the Witch Clan wasn't very bright. They later clashed with the Demon Clan, but that wasn't the worst of it. The real key to the Witch Clan's decline was...

Mount Buzhou was directly knocked down by Gonggong, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, causing the Milky Way to overflow and countless lives to perish in this catastrophe.

This accumulation of karma is the fundamental reason for the decline of the Wu tribe.

And this time,
Yuan Meng came to this road with the aim of changing the future path of the Wu tribe.

It's such a pity that the Wu Clan perished in the primordial world. They should have used that time to prepare for their future conquest of all realms.

Think of this.

Yuan Meng sat cross-legged in the main hall.

He began his preaching journey to the Wu tribe.

The path spoken by Yuanmeng is the most suitable for the Wu tribe.

Martial arts! !
This is the Great Dao Law that he rediscovered after comprehending the Three Thousand Great Daos.

It is very suitable for the witch clan.

Martial arts are no weaker than immortal or demonic paths; in fact, once mastered, one is considered invincible among those of the same level. The most fundamental aspect of martial arts is to take oneself as the foundation, master all paths, and absorb the power of the ten directions within oneself. Yuan Meng is doing just that now.

We do not rely on a single main road, nor do we take a single path.

What one cultivates is one's own immortality, one's own indestructibility, with oneself as the foundation, making one indestructible for a thousand years and impossible to bury for ten thousand ages!

This is martial arts!!
Martial arts specialize in cultivating the physical body and supernatural powers, using the physical body as the foundation to achieve the unique true self and remain eternally.

They are pursuing the ultimate path of physical exertion.

The same applies to the Wu tribe.

This also means that the path is most suitable for the Wu tribe.

Moreover, Yuanmeng's preaching was also a divine opportunity and a chance for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches have not yet been born, they have already developed their own consciousness.

The moment Yuan Meng began to preach, they listened intently. Unlike the profound and mysterious Dao of Immortality, which the Wu Clan could not understand at all, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could fully comprehend the Dao of Martial Arts.

It can even be improved according to its own situation, making it more suitable for its own cultivation of the laws and principles.

Time flies, and years pass by!

Thirty thousand years have passed.

Yuan Meng opened his eyes, looked at the twelve giant cocoons in front of him, and smiled.

The will of martial arts rises from the great cocoon of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the true meaning of martial arts, marking the first step in embarking on the path of martial arts.

"It's time for me to go," Yuan Meng said slowly.

The twelve large cocoons were trembling, and endless radiance was rising, as if they were about to be born.

“It is not time for you to be born yet,” Yuan Meng said slowly, raising his hand to suppress the radiance.

“When you are born in the future, you can come to the Demon Abyss to find me. My name is Yuan Meng,” Yuan Meng said with a smile.

With a step forward, an endless path appeared beneath Yuan Meng's feet, paving a golden road that stretched into the unknown.

The twelve large cocoons trembled in unison, as if they were seeing Yuan Meng off.

Yuan Meng smiled.

Then it disappeared into the endless expanse of time and space.

The Pangu Temple fell silent once again.

Yuan Meng also returned to the Demon Abyss.

A hint of a smile played in his eyes.

Yuan Meng's decision regarding the Witch Clan wasn't a whim; rather, he wanted the Witch Clan to fight for him across the myriad realms. Such a powerful force shouldn't be left unused.

Moreover, due to the unique nature of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, as long as the Witch Clan does not make mistakes, even a saint cannot do anything to the Witch Clan.

……

Primordial chaos!

The great war between the three races continues, but their strength is no longer as formidable as before.

Almost all the primordial beings could see that the war between the three races was coming to an end.

There are no winners among the three races, only losers.

This applies to everyone.

Western land.

Rahu gazed at the primordial land with a glint of shrewdness in his eyes, his gaze filled with undisguised greed.

The three races have reached their weakest point.

“It’s time,” Rahu murmured.

"Pass down my order: the Demonic Cult army shall, from this day forth, wage war in the Primordial World!!" A glint of light flashed in Luo Hou's eyes.

"Yes!!!" Luo Hou's subordinates also agreed with a hint of eagerness.

(End of this chapter)