Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Palace

Beside the vast, star-studded Pangu Blood Pool, where malevolent energy condensed into a tangible form, the eleven chief sorcerers—Dijiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, Jumang, Rushou, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi—along with Houtu, sat in a circle.

"Hahaha!" Zhu Rong's voice boomed like a bell, and flames around him surged with his laughter, turning the blood pool a bright red. "That was exhilarating! Following Brother Xuanbao this time, I not only had a great time fighting, but I also gained a lot of merit."

"Hmph, is your meager merit something to brag about?" Gonggong glanced at him sideways, though a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. "But this time it was definitely worth it. Cleaning up those scum and protecting the primordial world is our duty. To gain merit is an unexpected bonus. Brother Xuanbao, you're quite generous!"

"Yes, if Brother Xuanbao weren't not from the Wu clan, he would have become our Wu clan's ancestral witch at the highest level," Dijiang waved his hand. "Don't joke around. Although Brother Xuanbao is not from our clan, he fought alongside us and we have a deep friendship."

Before Dijiang finished speaking, his eyebrows suddenly twitched, as if he had sensed something.

Not only Dijiang, but also Zhurong, Gonggong, Jumang, Rushou, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi, eleven ancestral witches, all changed color at almost the same moment!

"Buzz—!"

The intense tremor, originating from the deepest recesses of their bloodlines and clearly perceptible only among the Ancestral Witches, instantly froze the previously noisy atmosphere. Dijiang's smile vanished abruptly, and a look of astonishment and uncertainty flashed in his eyes, which could pierce through the barriers of space. The surging flames around Zhurong seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, abruptly halting before violently swaying. Gonggong's arrogant expression disappeared, his brows furrowed, and a faint black light flowed across his body. Jumang, Rushou, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi—the other nine Ancestral Witches—also underwent a dramatic change in expression, all turning their gazes towards the source of the tremor.

"It's a message from Houtu's bloodline!" Xuanming spoke first, his voice trembling slightly. Since Houtu entered the cycle of reincarnation, although the will of a sage could manifest, this was the first time such a direct, urgent, and emotionally charged bloodline message had been sent!

Dijiang's expression was extremely solemn. Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the bloodline talisman in mid-air with his large, fan-like hand. Pure ancestral witch blood essence and divine sense instantly surged into it.

"boom!!!"

The explosion of the talisman was not a physical impact, but rather a massive amount of information and images that were transmitted like a torrent into the minds of the other ancestral witches.

"roar--!!!"

Deep within the Pangu Palace, in the heart of Buzhou Mountain, the ancient, ever-flowing Pangu Blood Pool suddenly surged with towering waves! These were not water waves in the physical sense, but rather a blood-red raging tide formed purely from the violent, fierce, and almost heaven-tearing ancestral witch's malevolent energy and boundless anger!

Dijiang's massive body abruptly rose to his feet, the space around him shattering and reforming inch by inch, groaning under the immense pressure. His eyes, once capable of piercing the void, were now a terrifying crimson, their depths reflecting the incredibly clear and gruesome images emanating from the runes: mountains of white bones, pools of blood churning with dark red gore and countless tormented faces, crystals shimmering with ominous crimson light, and within those crystals, the eternally imprisoned, twisted, and screaming souls of humans… and those three chillingly cold words, brimming with boundless malice—"Slaughter! Witch! Sword!"

"Emperor Jun——!! Taiyi——!!!"

A roar, seemingly from the primordial chaos, erupted from Dijiang's chest, causing the entire Pangu Palace to tremble violently. Had it not been for the residual power of Pangu, it would have collapsed long ago. The fury contained within that roar nearly burned through the heavens and incinerated the galaxy!

"Refined from the souls of billions... specifically to target the physical bodies of my Wu clan?! Excellent! Very well!!" Zhu Rong's body erupted in flames, no longer a warm glow, but a destructive inferno that scorched and melted the surrounding space. His hair stood on end like burning torches, his eyes blazing with fire. "Those feathered beasts! Those scrawny crows! How dare they commit such a vile act! I will burn them all to ashes! Not even their true spirits will remain!!"

Gonggong remained silent, but the temperature around him instantly plummeted to freezing. A deep blue, mysterious water silently emerged, each drop as heavy as a mountain, radiating a chilling aura that could freeze the soul. Thick layers of black ice rapidly spread across the ground beneath him, beneath which surged a raging torrent powerful enough to overturn the earth. This extreme rage plunged the ancestral water sorcerer into a terrifying silence, a silence more chilling than any roar.

Xuanming's delicate body trembled violently, her pretty face turning deathly pale, not from fear, but from an extreme, chilling killing intent. A sudden blizzard erupted around her, each snowflake sharp as a knife, slicing through the air. "The images sent by Houtu... those souls... Dijun... you deserve to die!!"

"Kill! Smash the Heavenly Court! Smash that damned Lingxiao Palace! Twist off the bird heads of Dijun and Taiyi and kick them like balls!" Qiang Liang's body was covered in wildly dancing lightning snakes, and his voice was like thunder from the heavens, making people's eardrums hurt.

"Unforgivable! This is an irreconcilable enmity!" Jumang roared, and the ancient tree phantom behind him grew wildly, only to wither and die in an instant, repeating the cycle, revealing the extreme natural power surging within him.

Ru Shou's Geng metal energy transformed into countless illusory blades, slicing through the void with a hissing sound. Tian Wu roared from all sides, a gale howling. Dazzling lightning flashed. She Bi Shi's face was grim, poisonous miasma permeating the air. With each blink of Zhu Jiu Yin's eyes, the illusory image of the river of time rippled under his fury.

The entire Pangu Palace was filled with eleven streams of ancestral shamanic rage, enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. The malevolent aura soared to the sky, causing the blood pool to churn. The great shamans and shamanic soldiers guarding outside the palace all knelt in horror, wondering what had happened to make the ancestral shamans so furious.

"Calm down!" Di Jiang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the spatial tearing power that was about to burst out of his body. His voice was hoarse and low, like that of a wounded beast. "Sister Houtu would not lie to us. Xuanbao... sent this message, and its meaning is clear. This is a crisis of annihilation for our clan, and also a provocation from the demon race against our witch clan."

"Calm down my ass!" Zhu Rong's beard and hair stood on end, flames almost reaching Di Jiang's face. "Brother! Those bastards are using the lives of billions of humans to forge magical treasures specifically designed to counter our physical bodies! What are you waiting for? To wait until they sharpen their knives and hold them to our throats?!"

Gonggong coldly interjected, "Zhurong is right. There is no solution to this; only war! Strike first before their sword is complete! Destroy all their strongholds, slaughter all those demon scum, and then... raze the Heavenly Court to the ground!"

Dijiang's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he scanned his brothers and sisters: "War! Of course we must fight! But how should we fight?"

"Brother! What are we waiting for?!" Zhu Rong's roar echoed through the hall, flames condensing into an almost white, blazing light on his body. "Sister Houtu risked breaking the taboo of reincarnation to tell us this, just so we could sit here and 'calm down'?! Those hairy beasts' knives are already at the necks of my Wu clan!"

"Zhurong is right!" Gonggong's voice was icy cold, and the Xuanming True Water around him had transformed into countless ferocious ice dragon phantoms, roaring silently at the void. "Once they forge the 'Witch-Slaying Sword,' we ancestral witches might still be able to rely on the laws and our cultivation to resist, but what about the hundreds of millions of sons and daughters of my witch clan? How can those great witches, lesser witches, and ordinary witch soldiers withstand that ferocious weapon that specifically counters the physical bodies of my witch clan? At that time, the bloodline of my witch clan will likely be severed from its very foundation!"

Qiang Liang's body crackled with purple-black lightning, his eyes wide with rage: "Fight! We must fight! And quickly! Before they succeed, storm the Southern Heavenly Gate and slaughter them all!"

The remaining Ancestral Witches—Jumang, Rushou, Xuanming, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi—though no longer roaring, all expressed the same attitude: blood debts must be repaid in blood, war must begin immediately!

Dijiang's chest heaved violently, his crimson eyes sweeping over the faces of each of his brothers and sisters. He could feel the overwhelming hatred and determination that stemmed from their shared bloodline, and his own killing intent was no less than theirs. But he was the eldest brother, the leader of the Witch Clan, and the ruler of the Pangu Palace. He had to think more, and further ahead.

"Shut up, all of you!" Di Jiang's voice suddenly rose, and the spatial power contained within it forcibly "froze" the churning evil energy and law fluctuations within the hall for a brief moment, like a stabilizing needle thrown into a raging sea.

He looked at the furious Zhurong, then at the silent but icy Gonggong, and slowly said, "War, of course we must fight! If we don't avenge this, we will be unworthy of being the true descendants of Pangu, and we will have no face to face our sister Houtu! But—"

He abruptly changed the subject, his voice low and imposing: "How will we fight? Will we storm the Heavenly Court and wage all-out war against the demon race, turning the world upside down?"

"Why not?!" Zhu Rong retorted, sticking out his neck.

"Fool!" Dijiang cursed without any politeness. "Do you think Dao Ancestor Hongjun is just a decoration? Do you think the boundary he set—'Demons rule the heavens, witches rule the earth'—is a joke? In the war between witches and demons, the calamity energy is boiling. Dao Ancestor might not directly intervene. But if we launch a major attack on the heavens because of something that 'has not yet happened,' we will be deliberately provoking a great calamity and going against the workings of the heavens! At that time, if Dao Ancestor issues a decree or even intervenes personally, how will we face him? Don't forget, although Houtu has become a saint, her body is in the cycle of reincarnation, constrained by the authority of the earth and the stability of the primordial world. She cannot, and absolutely cannot, directly participate in the war between witches and demons! Her sending this message is already the limit!"

Zhu Rong opened his mouth, but the flames froze, unable to refute. Dao Ancestor Hongjun, embodied in the Heavenly Dao, was an insurmountable heaven hanging over all living beings in the primordial world, including these Ancestral Witches. To actively and massively defy the order tacitly approved by Dao Ancestor would have unimaginable consequences. Although he himself was not afraid, there was indeed little room for resistance, even for Houtu in the present day.

Dijiang snorted coldly, his tone still icy, but less impatient: "Leaving aside the Dao Ancestor for now, the Zhou Tian Star Array of the Demon Race, which seals the power of the stars, is of immense power. Although we haven't personally experienced its full extent, its ability to obscure heavenly secrets and hinder the Western restoration is enough to show it's extraordinary. We now..." He glanced at the eleven Ancestral Witches present, his meaning clear.

Inside the Pangu Hall, the atmosphere paused slightly.

Yes, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation! The Wu Clan's trump card, capable of summoning the true form of Pangu, an unparalleled killing formation powerful enough to create heaven and earth. However, since Houtu transformed into reincarnation to mend the earth's passage, this peerless formation, requiring the perfect coordination of the twelve ancestral witches' blood essence and laws, could no longer be set up.

Without the complete Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, the Wu Clan, despite their individual formidable strength, would inevitably suffer in a collective confrontation against the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Formation, a system built upon the vast cosmos and utilizing the full power of the Heavenly Court. Moreover, their opponents were secretly forging the "Witch-Slaying Sword," a weapon specifically designed to counter the Wu Clan's physical body!

"What you mean, elder brother, is..." Zhu Jiuyin spoke slowly. He controlled time and was the most composed. At this moment, fragments of time flowed in his eyes, as if he was deducing something. "We cannot start a full-scale war immediately, but we cannot sit and wait for death either."

"Indeed!" Dijiang nodded emphatically, his eyes a mixture of ferocity and reason. "The demon race's plan to exterminate their own kind is tantamount to cutting themselves off from the primordial world, a crime detested by heaven and earth. It is only right and proper for our witch race to retaliate! However, we cannot act recklessly."

He stood up, his massive body casting a towering shadow in the blood pool: "First, the vacancy for Houtu must be filled! The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation must be recreated!"

"Replenish it?" Xuanming frowned. "Brother, the Ancestral Witch was formed from the essence of Pangu's blood mixed with the evil energy of creation. It was born of heaven and earth, how can it be replenished? Could it be..."

Dijiang's gaze fell upon the ancient, boiling Pangu Blood Pool, and he said in a deep voice, "The Pangu Blood Pool is formed from the heart of the Father God, containing boundless essence and creation. Although we cannot create another Ancestral Witch exactly like us out of thin air, by combining the power of the eleven of us, using our essence as a guide, the baleful energy as a foundation, and supplementing it with the source of the Blood Pool, we might be able to forcibly 'generate' an Ancestral Witch who can temporarily replace Houtu in the formation! Even if her cultivation and understanding of the laws are temporarily inferior to ours, as long as her bloodline is pure enough to bear the baleful energy of the earth and resonate with our essence, it will be enough to support the operation of the great formation!"

These words shocked all the Ancestral Witches. Forcibly giving birth to an Ancestral Witch? This was unprecedented, and the cost would be enormous, possibly even damaging their own essence. But... considering the threat of the "Witch-Slaying Sword" and the insidious plan of the demon race, this price seemed insignificant.

"I agree!" Zhu Rong was the first to speak, patting his chest. "How much essence blood do you need? I'll give it to you!"

"Yes," Gonggong replied succinctly.

"That's how it should be." Jumang, Rushou, and the other ancestral witches nodded in agreement. This was the fundamental strategy to deal with the Zhou Tian Star Array and counter the future threat of the "Witch-Slaying Sword."

"Good!" Seeing that his brothers had no objections, Dijiang continued, "Secondly, while spurring the birth of a new Ancestral Witch, the revenge against the demon race shall begin immediately! But not a full-scale war. Rather—a complete sweep, cutting off their claws and teeth, and destroying their foundation!"

His eyes flashed with a cold light: "The intelligence sent by Houtu details the strongholds and blood pools used for soul refining that the demon race secretly controls across the primordial land, especially in human territory. These are the demon race's henchmen, the source of materials for forging the 'Witch-Slaying Sword'! We will dispatch our elite forces to split up and destroy these strongholds one by one, and destroy all the blood pools and soul jades!"

"This move has several advantages: first, it can disrupt the demon race's process of forging deadly weapons, delaying or even interrupting their plans; second, it can avenge the innocent deaths of the human race, demonstrating the righteousness of our Wu clan, and also winning the hearts of the human race and other creatures in the prehistoric world; third, it can eliminate the demon race's hidden agents in the prehistoric land, weakening their strength; and fourth, it can test the demon race's reaction. If they cannot restrain themselves and launch a large-scale attack first, then our Wu clan will be forced to retaliate, and even the Dao Ancestor will have nothing to say! This is a move that achieves multiple goals at once!"

At this moment, the other 10 Ancestral Witches looked at Dijiang as if he were a stranger.

"Big brother, when did your brain become so sharp?" x10

Dijiang: ...

"I'm telling you something that concerns the fate of the entire tribe, and you're worried about whether my brain is working properly?" →_→

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