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

Dijiang blushed with embarrassment and anger as he stared at the "impressive" looks of his ten brothers and sisters. He grabbed at the air and broke off a piece of the solid rock pillar beside him, slamming it hard on the ground with a loud bang.

"Get the hell serious!" Dijiang roared, his spittle almost splashing onto Gonggong's face. "Is this the time to worry about whether my brain works or not?"

At Dijiang's roar, the strange atmosphere that had just risen in the Pangu Palace was instantly replaced by a colder and more violent killing intent. Zhurong put away his mockery, Gonggong's eyes grew even more serious, and the wind and snow around Xuanming emitted a sharp howl.

"Brother, tell me, how exactly do we do it?" Zhu Jiuyin spoke slowly, the power of time flowing around him, giving his voice a strange calming effect. "Giving birth to a new Ancestral Witch is not something that can be accomplished in a day, it consumes a huge amount of resources, and the outcome is still unknown."

Zhu Jiuyin's gaze swept over the blood pool. "We Ancestral Witches are all formed from the blood and sweat of the Father God. Now, it is no easy task for us to cultivate an Ancestral Witch..."

"No need for further words, Second Brother!" Zhu Rong stepped forward, pounding his chest loudly. "Just tell me how much essence blood you need! As long as it can complete the great formation and kill those feathered beasts, I'll squeeze every last drop of my marrow out of them!"

Gonggong scoffed in return: "Just essence blood. If it can give birth to an Ancestral Witch to fight alongside me, it's worth it."

Ru Shou, Qiang Liang, Xuan Ming, Tian Wu, Xi Zi, and She Bi Shi all nodded slightly, their eyes showing no hesitation. The blood essence of the Ancestral Witches contained primordial laws and boundless life force; losing even a single drop would require countless years to replenish. Yet, at this moment, no one retreated.

"Alright!" A hint of emotion flashed in Dijiang's eyes, which then turned into an even firmer determination. "In that case, let each of us eleven contribute a drop of our heart's essence blood, and then use the Father God's Blood Pool. Surely, it wouldn't be impossible to give birth to an Ancestral Witch..."

Dijiang paused, then continued, "The candidate... Houtu is the ancestral witch of the earth, in charge of the earth's support. As for this new ancestral witch, I think the great witch of my younger sister's tribe, Xingtian, is quite good. He has a natural battle physique, an unwavering will, the deepest understanding of the earth's power, and has already reached the peak of the great witch realm, half a step towards the quasi-saint threshold. He is the first choice!"

"Xingtian?" Xuanming frowned slightly. "He is indeed the best choice. He has a strong will and an indomitable fighting spirit. He is already an outstanding figure among the great shamans. Moreover, he is from the Houtu tribe. I agree."

The other ancestral witches had no objections after hearing this, and all nodded to indicate that they did not agree.

"I will summon him immediately." With a thought, Di Jiang sent a message to the Houtu tribe, causing ripples in the space.

Before long, heavy and firm footsteps echoed outside the hall. A burly man with an extremely ugly appearance strode in. Although his figure was not as imposing as the Ancestral Witches, he possessed a fierce and indomitable spirit. His body was covered in a solid, earthy yellow aura of malevolence. Upon entering the hall, he knelt on one knee: "Xingtian pays his respects to all the Ancestral Witches!"

"Xingtian," Dijiang looked down at him, his voice booming, "the demon race is insidious, seeking to forge the 'Witch-Slaying Sword' to annihilate our clan. To complete the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, the Witch Clan needs a new Ancestral Witch to replace Houtu. You are the strongest war witch of the Houtu tribe, with the most unwavering will. However, this process is still risky, a nine-out-of-ten chance of death. Are you willing to give it a try?"

Xing Tian's body jolted violently, and he abruptly raised his head, his eyes blazing with astonishing light. There was no fear, only boiling fighting spirit and determination: "For the survival of the Witch Clan, for the revenge of the Demon Clan, Xing Tian will not hesitate to die ten thousand times! Even if I return to the embrace of the Father God, I will tear off a piece of flesh from the Demon Clan! I beg the Ancestral Witch to grant my request!"

"Excellent!" the eleven ancestral witches exclaimed in unison, their voices resounding throughout the palace.

The eleven Ancestral Witches instantly shifted positions, surrounding the Pangu Blood Pool in the center according to profound directions. Dijiang stood directly above the Blood Pool, his hands pressing down, the laws of space flowing, temporarily isolating and reinforcing the core area of ​​the Blood Pool. The other ten Ancestral Witches stood in various directions, their expressions solemn, and they roared in unison, their Ancestral Witch aura erupting without reservation, each a different color—crimson, dark blue, turquoise, golden, silver, or pitch black… Eleven earth-shattering forces of law poured into the Blood Pool, stimulating the Pangu Origin that had been dormant for countless eons.

"Boom!"

The blood pool boiled completely, not with the previous surge of anger, but as if a giant beast had awakened and was stretching its body. Crimson-gold blood in the pool shot into the sky, transforming into a blood-red pillar of light connecting the palace roof and the bottom of the pool. Within the pillar of light, the illusory image of a giant with bulging muscles could be vaguely seen roaring to the sky, and the Daoist aura of creation and creation spread out, pressing down on Xing Tian so much that he could hardly breathe, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm.

"Concentrate! Enter the Blood Pool!" Di Jiang roared.

Without hesitation, Xing Tian leaped into the crimson pillar of light! In an instant, the unimaginably vast Pangu's malevolent energy, mixed with the imprints of the eleven Ancestral Witches' laws, pierced into every inch of his flesh, bone marrow, and even soul like billions of steel needles! It was a transformation and sublimation ten thousand times more painful than being slowly sliced ​​to death!

"Ugh—!" Xing Tian roared like a wild beast, his body trembling, expanding, and contracting violently within the pillar of light. His skin cracked, only to be rapidly repaired by the essence of the blood pool, and his bones emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound. His aura began to rise wildly, launching an attack on some unseen barrier.

"Now!" Dijiang took the lead, pointing his fingers like a knife and stabbing them into his own heart. A drop of golden blood, as dazzling as a star and containing endless spatial ripples, was forced out, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure.

"go!"

"go!"

Following closely behind were Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, Ju Mang, Ru Shou, Xuan Ming, Qiang Liang, Zhu Jiu Yin, Tian Wu, Xi Zi, and She Bi Shi. Ten drops of their heart essence, each a different color but all containing supreme laws and the origin of life, flew out from their hearts.

Eleven drops of Ancestral Witch essence blood, guided by the power of the Dijiang space, slowly merged above the blood pool, transforming into a chaotic, constantly rolling and changing ball of light, emitting a primordial, ancient, and powerful aura that made heaven and earth change color. It was as if it were a drop of Pangu's essence blood mixed with water!

"melt!"

Dijiang pushed with both hands, and the chaotic light sphere slowly sank down, disappearing into the blood-red light pillar, and accurately imprinted itself on Xingtian's violently heaving chest!

"roar--!!!"

Xingtian let out a roar that resounded throughout the universe, not one of pain, but a joyful cry and declaration of breaking free from some kind of constraint and leaping to a higher level of life! His body suddenly expanded within the pillar of light, transforming into a large, blood-red cocoon.

Above the Pangu Blood Pool, a crimson pillar of light pierced the heavens and the earth. Within it, the crimson cocoon formed by Xing Tian pulsated like a heart. With each contraction and expansion, it caused the baleful energy of the entire Pangu Palace to surge, resonating with a deep, thunderous sound. The chaotic light spheres formed from eleven drops of Ancestral Witch blood essence had completely merged into the cocoon, undergoing the most intense and profound fusion and reshaping with Xing Tian's original bloodline and the boundless primal power of the Pangu Blood Pool.

Dijiang and the other ten Ancestral Witches sat around the edge of the blood pool, their faces pale. Even a single drop of their heart's essence was a devastating drain on an Ancestral Witch's very being, requiring at least ten thousand years of arduous cultivation to replenish. At this moment, their auras were slightly weak, but their eyes were fixed on the pulsating cocoon, filled with anticipation and a barely perceptible tension. Forcibly induced the rebirth of an Ancestral Witch was a heaven-defying act. Even with the Pangu Blood Pool as a foundation, success or failure, and whether Xingtian could withstand the extreme pain and danger of rebirth and the infusion of laws, remained unknown.

"Brother, Xing Tian's aura is steadily rising, having already touched the quasi-saint barrier, and its resonance with the earth's evil energy is growing stronger." Zhu Jiuyin spoke slowly, and as his eyes opened and closed, fragments of the river of time flowed, revealing a glimpse of the future. "I'm 60% confident he will succeed. But to completely solidify it, it will take at least ten thousand years."

"Ten thousand years... that's fine too." Dijiang nodded slowly, his gaze shifting from the blood cocoon to the ancestral witches. The weariness in his eyes was replaced by a more intense killing intent. "The demon race's scheme cannot be delayed. We cannot wait ten thousand years. Although the consumption of essence blood will deplete our vitality, we do not yet need our peak strength to sweep away the demon race's minions. Issue the order to summon the elite of each tribe's great witches!"

"Brother, you mean..." Flames flickered in Zhu Rong's eyes.

"Divide our forces into three routes, taking turns to strike, and wipe them out completely!" Di Jiang's voice was resolute. "While we still have time, while the demon race believes their conspiracy is flawless, let's catch them off guard! First, we'll destroy their foundation and delay the forging of the Witch-Slaying Sword; second, we'll train our troops to vent our anger and boost our race's morale; third, we'll declare to the primordial world that our Witch Clan is aware of their evil, and let's see how Di Jun and Tai Yi deal with it!"

"In this way, we will divide our forces into several groups and wipe out all the demon strongholds in the prehistoric world. As for whether the demons will resist, Dijiang doesn't care at all. These demon strongholds in the prehistoric world are at most at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals. They might not even be able to defeat a Great Witch. Facing the Ancestral Witch, it's like a father beating his son..."

"Good!" The spirits of the ancestral witches were lifted, and the despondency caused by their exhaustion was dispelled by their overwhelming fighting spirit.

Inside the Pangu Palace, commands, transmitted through bloodlines, swiftly spread throughout the various tribes of the Wu Clan. In just half a day, dozens of Wu Clan tribes around Mount Buzhou were abuzz with excitement. Squads of towering, muscular, and menacing Great Witches, leading hundreds of thousands of War Witches, surged forth from valleys, caves, and camps like black iron torrents, rapidly assembling.

They did not wear uniform armor, but were mostly covered in animal skins and wielded rough but huge bone clubs, stone axes, and bronze halberds. However, the savage and fierce aura that originated from their blood gathered together to form a suffocating leaden cloud that shrouded the sky above Mount Buzhou, even dimming the sunlight.

Dijiang stood atop the high platform before the Pangu Temple, overlooking the vast, battle-ready Wu tribe warriors below. His voice, like rolling thunder, echoed across the land:

"Sons of the Witch Clan! You scum of the Demon Clan, committing acts of annihilation! You forged weapons from the souls of billions of humans, intending to slaughter my Witch Clan! This hatred is irreconcilable! This resentment will not be appeased even if the entire world were to be filled with it!"

"Today, for no other reason than revenge! For those who died unjustly! For the survival of my witch clan! Follow me—kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Tens of millions of sorcerer soldiers roared in unison, their voices shattering the floating clouds, echoing through the mountains, and causing the earth to tremble. It was the most primal killing intent, the most direct anger, converging into an invincible torrent.

"Set off!"

With a wave of his hand, Dijiang tore through space and stepped into a massive spatial rift. The five ancestral witches, Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming, Jumang, and Rushou, each led their most elite great witches and war witches, splitting into five torrents that followed closely behind, disappearing into different spatial passages and rushing towards the demon stronghold marked in Houtu's intelligence.

The four Ancestral Witches, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi, each led a mobile force, transforming into four rainbows of different colors of malevolent energy, hovering high in the sky. Their divine senses spread out like a net, monitoring all directions and ready to provide support at any time.

The Wu tribe, this ancient and most violent race, once they fully activate their war machine, their efficiency and destructive power are astonishing.

……

As expected, in just a few months—a mere blink of an eye in the prehistoric world—hundreds of important strongholds secretly established by the demon race across the land were uprooted one after another, like leaves swept by a whirlwind. Countless painstakingly crafted "Blood Essence Soul Jade" were destroyed, and a large number of elite demon warriors suffered heavy losses. As for why it happened so quickly, it was all thanks to Di Jiang, the great teleportation master, who manipulated spatial channels with incredible skill. Basically, he could teleport there and wipe out one enemy after another; the speed was simply unbelievable.

More importantly, the demon race's top-secret plan was completely exposed to the witch race, and they faced the witch race's most direct and bloody retaliation.

……

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

"Report! Your Majesty! The 'Chasing Water' stronghold in the Eastern Wilderness has been destroyed! The Golden Immortal Xi Qu, who was stationed there, and his sixty-three demon cultivators have all perished! The Blood Pool and Soul Jade are completely destroyed!"

"Report! The 'Mystic Ice Abyss' stronghold in the North has lost contact! It is suspected to have been attacked by a level Ancestral Witch!"

"Report! The central stronghold experienced abnormal spatial fluctuations, and then completely lost contact! The soul lamps of the three Great Luo Lords have been extinguished!"

"Report! The 'Emerald Oasis' in the western border region..."

"Report..."

A series of urgent and devastating news items rained down on the Lingxiao Palace like hailstones. The voices of the demon generals delivering the orders grew increasingly urgent and filled with fear. Inside the palace, the faces of the ten demon saints and numerous demon gods were all grim, and the atmosphere was as oppressive as the deathly silence before a storm.

Di Jun sat high on the Heavenly Emperor's throne, expressionless, but the armrest, crafted from the essence of the sun, had subtly deformed under his unconscious grip. The low pressure emanating from him caused the temperature in the entire Lingxiao Palace to plummet, and many of the weaker demon generals began to shiver.

"The Witch Clan... how did they know?" The Ghost Chariot Demon Saint's voice was dry and filled with disbelief. "Those strongholds are secretly arranged, and they have the Zhou Tian Star Array to disrupt the heavenly secrets, and they even have secret methods to control the human race's high-ranking officials to cover it up... How could they possibly launch such a precise and simultaneous attack? Moreover... judging from their actions, they clearly know about the 'Witch-Slaying Sword'!"

"It's Xuanbao!" Qin Yuan, the Demon Saint, was ashen-faced. As the main Demon Saint in charge of this matter, he felt the greatest pressure at this moment, but he had no choice but to speak up. "It must be that scoundrel Xuanbao, who possesses the destiny of the human race, sensed the anomaly in the human race's destiny, secretly investigated, and then informed the Witch Clan! Only he has this motive and ability! Moreover, he was extremely close to the Witch Clan before!"

If Xuanbao heard this, he would definitely give Qinyuan a thumbs up, saying, "Dude, you guessed right!"

"Mysterious! Treasure!" Donghuang Taiyi spat out the two words through gritted teeth. The Chaos Bell beside him emitted a low hum, revealing its master's extreme rage. It was him again! He was the one who repaired the West and stole the merits and reputation! Now, it's very likely that he's the one who sabotaged the demon race's plan to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword!

As for how Di Jun could be so sure it was Xuanbao after only hearing one side of the story, it's actually quite simple. Whether it is Xuanbao or not is not important at all. What is important is that the demon race needs a common enemy, and this enemy must be powerful. Xuanbao just happens to meet this condition. So he only needs an excuse and doesn't care whether it is you or not.

"Your Majesty, we cannot hesitate any longer!" Ji Meng, the Demon Saint, exclaimed urgently. "The Witch Clan already knows and has begun their frenzied retaliation. Our strongholds have suffered heavy losses, and a large number of Soul Jade have been destroyed. If we allow them to continue, the forging of the Witch-Slaying Sword will be greatly delayed, and may even be rendered useless! Moreover, if the Heavenly Court does not react to the Witch Clan's massacre of our demon race's sons and daughters, what will become of its prestige?"

"Yes, Your Majesty! The Witch Clan has gone too far! Please issue an edict to send troops to punish the Witch Clan!" Yingzhao, Jiuying, and other demon saints all volunteered for the war.

Di Jun slowly raised his hand, and the commotion in the hall immediately ceased. Golden flames flickered in his eyes; he felt like his head was about to explode. Why was everything the demon race did going wrong? This time, he understood all too well that the demon race couldn't withstand any more turmoil. If it weren't for their relatively strong foundation, they would have been wiped out long ago. But the demon race couldn't remain completely indifferent, otherwise, the people's hearts would truly be lost...