Primordial Era: Oh no, the Witch Clan has produced a genius!

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At this time, the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han had reached its later stages. The elites of the three races that created the heavens had all come out, and the entire prehistoric world was filled with an impenetrable aura of calamity and malevolence.

Inside the Pangu Temple on Mount Buzhou.

Twelve towering figures stood beside the blood pool, their eyes fixed on the enormous blood cocoon in the center. These twelve figures were the twelve Ancestral Witches formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, and the cocoon in the blood pool, without a doubt, was the thirteenth Ancestral Witch.

"What's going on? Did I go a bit too far this time? Has the Great Luck's business expanded to the Primordial World now?" Chen Xuan thought to himself after regaining consciousness.

"System... Brother System... Grandpa... Okay, it seems I'm out of cheat codes." After calling out for a while and finding no response, Chen Xuan said to himself.

"Well, from now on I'll have to rely on my own efforts!"

That's right, the consciousness inside this blood cocoon is a transmigrator who, after a stroke of luck, inexplicably appeared here and became the thirteenth ancestral witch of the witch clan, a fact that did not originally exist.

You know, the ending for the Ancestral Witches wasn't good at all. To transmigrate into an Ancestral Witch? That's going to be a nightmare! Why can't it be a human or one of the Three Pure Ones, or even a Western duo would be fine!

No sooner had he finished complaining than a massive stream of information flooded Chen Xuan's consciousness, causing him to lose consciousness immediately.

When Chen Xuan lost consciousness, the aura of the blood cocoon outside immediately weakened, which worried the other Ancestral Witches.

"Brother, the aura on Little Thirteen's blood cocoon seems unstable. Maybe we've consumed too much energy from the blood pool. We need to help Little Thirteen," Zhu Rong said, seeing the blood cocoon's weak aura.

"How do you want to help?" Before Dijiang could speak, Zhujiuyin asked first.

"Of course it's turbid air and malevolent energy; that's the method of our Wu tribe," Gonggong chimed in.

"This is not appropriate!" Houtu spoke up just as Emperor Jianghe Zhujiuyin was pondering.

"Little Thirteen is different from us. He is the manifestation of the Father God's heart blood. If we use turbid energy, it may backfire."

"Then what should we do? We can't just stand by and do nothing, can we?" Gonggong shrugged.

"We share the same lineage as Little Thirteen, so our essence and blood should be able to help Little Thirteen," Xuanming said at this moment.

Upon hearing Xuanming's words, the other Ancestral Witches thought for a moment and then nodded. Without saying a word, Dijiang took a drop of his essence blood and dripped it into the blood pool.

After Dijiang's essence blood fell into the blood pool, ripples instantly appeared in the pool. Strands of pure blood energy rose up and surged into the blood cocoon, which made the blood cocoon's aura stronger. Seeing this, the other ancestral witches also dripped a drop of essence blood.

When the essence blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches dripped into the blood pool, the immense blood energy directly enveloped the blood cocoon, and the aura on the blood cocoon rapidly increased, which brought a smile to the faces of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The primordial chaos lasted for countless years.

Just as Chen Xuan was conceiving, the Dragon-Han Calamity was also coming to an end. Rahu had already left the scene, and the future of the three races was already foreseeable.

On this day, inside the Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou.

The blood pool, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly erupted with a powerful aura. Then, a spiritual energy funnel appeared above the blood pool, and a large amount of spiritual energy was directly drawn in and poured into the blood cocoon in the blood pool.

Not only the Pangu Temple, but even Buzhou Mountain in the outside world was affected, with all the spiritual energy in the world gathering towards the Pangu Temple.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches arrived at the edge of the Blood Pool as soon as they unleashed their powerful aura. At this time, the Blood Pool was covered with cracks and could shatter at any moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the spiritual energy dissipated, and the blood pool returned to calm, with only the blood cocoon covered in cracks still floating above it.

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With a crisp sound, the blood cocoon shattered, and the fragments of the blood cocoon that had not yet hit the ground transformed into wisps of pure blood energy that once again flowed into the core. After the blood cocoon disappeared, a figure appeared in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The figure was tall and well-proportioned, with a handsome face, sharp features, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes. His long, black hair was casually draped behind him, and his bronze skin was muscular and powerful. Compared to the imposing physique of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, this figure seemed somewhat strange.

After this figure appeared, a voice echoed in the ears of the Pangu Temple and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"By the Father God Pangu above, I am the thirteenth Ancestral Witch, who, by the Father God's grace, has been able to take human form today, named Xuantian, and known as the Ancestral Witch Xuantian!"

After the words were spoken, the Pangu Temple trembled slightly, which was considered an acknowledgment of Xuan Tian's identity.

"Late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, not bad. It's fortunate that I obtained the essence blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, otherwise I probably wouldn't have such a strong cultivation level." After sensing his own cultivation level, Xuan Tian thought to himself.

Then, a thought occurred to him, and an ancient ruler radiating a mysterious aura appeared in his hand. This was his innate spiritual treasure, the Primordial Measuring Ruler.

That's right, it's a companion spiritual treasure. Although Xuan Tian is an ancestral witch, he possesses a primordial spirit, so it's easy to explain why he possesses the Measuring Ruler.

Long ago, Pangu transformed into all things, and his head became the Pangu Temple. The temple, carrying Pangu's heart, the Primordial Measuring Ruler, and a fragment of Pangu's primordial spirit, landed directly on Mount Buzhou. And these things have now created the Xuantian.

"The Primordial Measuring Ruler, Thirteenth Brother, what is this...?" Zhu Rong stared at the ruler in Xuan Tian's hand, his voice trembling slightly.

The others weren't much better off, because the Wu Clan had no primordial spirit since their birth, so they had no chance to obtain the spiritual treasures of the primordial world. But what did they see now? They actually saw their thirteenth brother holding the Primordial Measuring Ruler, a supreme treasure of innate merit, and this Primordial Measuring Ruler seemed to be their thirteenth brother's companion spiritual treasure.

What does this mean? As we all know, refining a spiritual treasure requires the power of a primordial spirit, and the same applies to a companion spiritual treasure. This means that their thirteenth brother actually possesses a primordial spirit.

"Xuantian greets all elder brothers and sisters." Just as the group of Ancestral Witches were stunned, Xuantian came in front of them and bowed to them.

Upon hearing Xuan Tian's words, the group of Ancestral Witches finally realized what was happening, and then Zhu Rong came to Xuan Tian's side.

"Thirteenth brother, you..."

Zhu Rong's face was full of anticipation, but he spoke very carefully, because he was afraid that the result he heard would not be what he wanted to hear.

"That's right, I do have a primordial spirit." Xuan Tian knew what Zhu Rong wanted to ask, and nodded with a smile.

Upon hearing Xuan Tian's definitive answer, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were first taken aback, then burst into laughter. A primordial spirit! Their thirteenth brother indeed possessed a primordial spirit.

"Hahaha, great! My Ancestral Witches have gained another brother, which strengthens the power of my Witch Clan once again," Dijiang said with a smile.

"Thirteenth Brother, what law do you control? Also, why don't you have the true form of an Ancestral Witch?" After Di Jiang finished speaking, Zhu Jiuyin asked.

"Second Brother, I naturally possess the true form of the Ancestral Witch, which is also the law of my palm power," Xuan Tian said with a smile.

After speaking, the laws on his body surged. Although he had only just begun to grasp the laws, the domineering power of the Law of Power still forced the Twelve Ancestral Witches to lower their heads.

It's important to understand that the Law of Power that Xuan Tian has mastered is not the same as the Law of Strength mentioned in online novels from his previous life. This Law of Power is actually the general outline of the Three Thousand Laws, and the "power" in the Law of Power is not the power of physical strength, but the power of the power of laws.

For example, the power of the laws of space, time, and destiny—the laws of force—are able to surpass the three thousand laws for this very reason.

Xuan Tian was also surprised after digesting the power of the law, but upon reflection, it made sense. If Pangu, the father god, only had one law of power, why would the twelve ancestral witches each control a law of power? If Pangu only had the law of power, it would be impossible for him to fight against three thousand gods and demons. Therefore, the only explanation is that the power of the law of power is the power of the law of power, not the power of power itself.