Primordial Era: Reborn as a Tortoise, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Chapter 28 The Ancestral Witch's Mission, the Primordial Gourd

Mount Buzhou, the pillar of heaven, connects to the heavens above and the netherworld below.

The Heavenly Court of the next thirty-three days was conceived and born in the sky above Buzhou Mountain. The Ancestral Temple of the Wu Clan is said to be located in the Nine Netherworld below Buzhou Mountain.

A place where the turbid air of heaven and earth gathers.

Yang Gui glanced at the Heavenly Court in the sky from the top of Buzhou Mountain and found it somewhat amusing.

"Di Jun's demon clan and Di Jiang's witch clan, one above and one below, one in heaven and one on earth."

"It's truly laughable that they could stir up this primordial world to the point of collapse, ultimately resulting in mutual destruction and the clearing of the field for the saints."

With a flash of light from the laws of nature in his eyes, Yang Gui flew down Buzhou Mountain following the twelve auras of heaven and earth he had encountered earlier.

At this moment, twelve enormous figures took their places in a vast and sacred hall.

They were none other than the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan!

Dijiang: Like a yellow sac, red like cinnabar fire, with six feet and four wings, a chaotic and faceless being, the ancestral shaman of space and speed.

Zhu Jiuyin: Human head and dragon body, entirely crimson, the ancestral witch of time.

Tianwu: Eight-headed human face, tiger body with eight tails, the ancestral witch of the wind.

Xuanming: A human-faced bird with a green snake hanging from each of his ears and two green snakes under his feet; the ancestral witch of rain.

Qiangliang: He has a snake in his mouth and a snake in his hand. He has a tiger's head and a human body, four hooves, long elbows, and is the ancestral witch of thunder.

Xi Zi: A human-faced bird with green snakes hanging from his ears and holding a red snake in his hand; the ancestral sorcerer of lightning.

Shebi Shi: A human-faced beast with dog-like ears and green snakes hanging from them; the ancestral witch of poison.

Ru Shou: With a human face and a tiger's body, covered in golden scales, with wings growing from his shoulder blades, a snake piercing his left ear, and riding two dragons, he is the ancestral witch of the Western metal element.

Jumang: Green as bamboo, with a bird's body and a human face, riding two dragons, the ancestral shaman of wood in the East.

Gonggong: He has the head of a python and the body of a human, covered in black scales, riding a black dragon, and with a green python wrapped around his hand. He is the ancestral shaman of the water in the north.

Zhu Rong: With the head of an animal and the body of a human, covered in red scales, with fire snakes piercing his ears and riding on fire dragons, he is the ancestral witch of fire in the south.

Houtu: Human body with a snake tail, seven hands behind her back, two hands in front of her chest, holding a flying serpent in both hands, the ancestral witch of the central earth.

Among them, the Ancestral Witches Xuanming and Houtu were the last to take human form and ranked last.

The twelve Ancestral Witches each had a different physique and a powerful aura; they were born at the level of Lower Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Among them, Dijiang was a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The malevolent aura emanated from these ancestral witches, spreading to a radius of millions of miles.

"My brothers and sisters, today we have taken human form; this should be a day of universal celebration!"

Dijiang looked at the eleven figures beside him, his voice filled with joy, and flapped his wings, causing the void to distort.

After countless eons of effort, the twelve brothers and sisters finally succeeded in taking human form!

"Elder brother, we are the offspring of the Father God, the true descendants of Pangu, and should protect this primordial land for the Father God!"

The ancestral witch Zhurong, surrounded by divine fire and with small snakes hissing beneath his ears, looked at the ancestral witches around him and said.

As he spoke, his body transformed into a burly man with a fiery aura and a full head of red hair.

The other ancestral witches also transformed into their innate Dao bodies and nodded, "That's how it should be!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were transformed from twelve drops of Pangu's essence and blood. They were born sacred, with extraordinary origins, and were born recognizing Pangu as their father god.

Before taking human form, they had already received inherited memories and had some understanding of the primordial world.

They could also feel the aftershocks of the battle from the previous great calamity, the struggle between the Dao and the Demon.

They were determined to contribute to and protect the ancient land.

Dijiang paused for a moment and then said, "The primordial land is incredibly mysterious. Not only are there chaotic demons and gods hidden within it, but also countless innate saints. If we want to protect the primordial land opened up by our father god, our strength is still insufficient."

The youngest of the Ancestral Witches, Houtu, frowned and said, "We are born with a fierce aura, and our bodies and souls are one when we take human form. We do not have a primordial spirit, so we are really at a disadvantage when facing the gods of the prehistoric world."

Those who belong to the family know their own affairs. The twelve ancestral witches possessed parts of Pangu's inheritance, were born with knowledge, and had some understanding of the path of cultivation.

Without a primordial spirit, one cannot understand the secrets of heaven or the will of heaven; death is simply death.

Unlike other living beings, they do not have the opportunity to be reincarnated.

"What's there to be afraid of! Without a primordial spirit, the inheritance that Father God gave us is just right!" Gonggong, the ancestral witch, shouted loudly from the side, the sound of flowing water faintly emanating from his azure hair.

"We are born with the ability to absorb the evil energy and turbid energy of heaven and earth to cultivate ourselves. This primordial earth vein is meant for us to protect!" said the ancestral witch Zhu Rong in a carefree manner.

The Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang nodded. "We can discuss the matter of the primordial spirit another day. Refining the primordial evil energy and turbid energy to stabilize the primordial world is the mission entrusted to us by our Father God. As descendants of our Father God, we should do our utmost!"

"We should diligently cultivate ourselves, and never disgrace our Father God!"

"yes!"

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Just as the twelve ancestral witches were discussing matters in the Pangu Temple, Yang Gui, who had come down from Buzhou Mountain, stopped in front of a primordial array.

Looking at the innate grand formation before him, Yang Gui was overjoyed. "To find treasure on the way out is a good omen!"

The innate grand formation drew upon the surrounding innate spiritual energy, concealing the formation itself within the body of Buzhou Mountain. Such a well-hidden formation would likely remain undiscovered by any other innate deity unless Yang Gui had perfected his formation techniques.

The laws of the formation flowed around Yang Gui, and golden light flashed in his divine eyes.

"Huh! What I wished for came true!"

In an instant, he saw the situation inside the innate grand formation.

A thousand-foot-long gourd vine radiating seven-colored light, with eight gourds of different colors hanging from it.

Isn't this the innate gourd, one of the ten top-grade spiritual roots he had been longing for?

Upon seeing the innate gourd, Yang Gui was puzzled. "Didn't the innate gourd vine only produce seven gourds? This looks like there are eight!"

While he was thinking, his body radiated a light of array energy as he stepped into the innate array.

Amidst a ripple, it appeared before the innate gourd vine.

"There's an extra seven-colored gourd!"

Once inside the formation, Yang Gui finally saw the situation clearly.

A gourd, thousands of feet long, took root on a piece of fertile soil, radiating seven-colored light.

On the gourd vine, there are red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple gourds, with a seven-colored gourd hanging in the front row.

The seven-colored gourd is located at the very front of the gourd vine, absorbing the primordial power of the vine, and its colors are dazzling.

Legend has it that this Primordial Gourd is the Chaos Gourd from the primordial chaos. Due to the influence of Pangu's creation of the world, its origin was damaged and it fell into the primordial wilderness.

Because of their strong foundation, profound origin, or other reasons, they are unable to take human form.

In the end, it could only be divided and extracted by the ancient gods and refined into various spiritual treasures.

His fame spread far and wide in later generations.

Yang Gui carefully sensed the innate gourd vine and discovered a terrifying wound at its root.

Looking around, he almost burst into tears.

"The wounds left by Pangu's axe!"

The axe flashed, distorting space.

This is the scar left by Pangu's axe, the divine artifact that created the world.

Such a terrifying injury, with its very essence nearly shattered, no wonder it could not give birth to sentience and take form.

It's already a miracle it didn't die.

However, this had little impact on Yang Gui. "I already have two artifacts for creating humans. Now I only need the gourd vine."

"Now that I've seen it, it's only right that it falls into my hands."

Having said that, the power of the laws intertwined, forming a hand thousands of feet long that reached out to grab him.

Rumble!

The ground shook.

Before Yang Gui's astonished eyes, the Hand of Law was cleaved into pieces by a beam of axe light.

"This Pangu is incredibly powerful! A single remnant attack from him was enough to break my casual strike!"

Yang Gui was amazed.

Is this the power of a Primordial Immortal, at the level of the Great Dao?

Looking again at the roots of the innate gourd vine, Yang Gui didn't rush to act. "Pangu, oh Pangu, was this intentional or unintentional?"

This attack was much stronger than the one that struck him before.

It seems that old rascal Hongjun also secretly picked a blue gourd. That old rascal is unparalleled in his scheming; he must know something.

With that thought in mind, Yang Gui stopped hesitating. "In that case, I'll wait."

"But I won't be polite about taking what's rightfully mine!"

Of the eight gourds, only the seven-colored gourd was fully ripe; the other seven were in different states, some half-ripe and some about to ripen.

Those who are only half-baked will likely only mature when the teachings are given at Zixiao Palace.

Yang Gui raised his hand, and a stream of Three Lights Divine Water appeared, flying to the root of the innate gourd vine and disappearing. "Since we are so destined, and I have picked another gourd from you, consider this Three Lights Divine Water as compensation."

After saying that, the Hand of Law appeared again and reached for the now-ripened seven-colored gourd.

However, the moment Yang Gui touched the seven-colored gourd, his expression changed.

"What a clever and covert maneuver!"

(End of this chapter)