Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

Wu Gu stood in the void, not intervening to stop Hongjun from rebuilding his shattered body, but staring intently at the direction in which Hongjun burned his essence blood and fled in a sorry state.

In the blink of an eye, Wugu had already weighed the pros and cons.

"Hongjun is the future Dao Ancestor destined by Heaven, and is perfectly in accord with the Heavenly Dao. The remaining two-thirds of the Creation Jade Disc fragments are scattered throughout the prehistoric world, and there is a destiny in the dark. Perhaps they still need Hongjun's help to gather them together."

With this thought in mind, Wugu decided to stop pursuing them and let them escape.

In the surrounding void, those innate gods and demons such as Luo Hou, Yang Mei, and Wu Xing, who had been secretly watching the battle, were now experiencing a violent tremor in their divine senses, filled with unspeakable horror.

They witnessed firsthand how Wugu crushed Hongjun with overwhelming force, seizing the Pangu Banner and fragments of the Creation Jade Disc. The strength, decisiveness, and ruthlessness he displayed far exceeded their expectations.

Wu Gu's gaze swept over them indifferently, and all the surviving old monsters felt a chill rise from the bottom of their hearts. They no longer had any hope of luck or taking advantage of the situation. They all used spatial escape techniques, avatars, and other life-saving supernatural abilities to disappear without a trace, fearing that if they were a step too slow, they would follow in Hongjun's footsteps.

In an instant, this shattered void, scarred by the great battle, was left with only Wugu standing alone.

The Great Calamity of Ferocious Beasts was a nightmare that swept across the world for all living beings in the primordial era, causing countless races to perish and mountains and rivers to be shattered.

However, for Wugu and the yet-to-be-born Wu clan, this calamity was an unprecedented blessing, leaving behind a vast amount of resources sufficient to support the rise of a peak race for countless years.

Wugu's divine thoughts sank into the boundless space of the Creation Pearl.

Even though he already knew what was going on, his divine sense was still shocked when he "saw" the scene in the space again.

On one side of the space, countless "fierce beast eggs," perfectly sealed by the Five Elements Sealing Heaven Divine Power and shimmering with various colors of malevolent energy, were formed from the corpses of the fierce beasts, piling up into an endless, majestic mountain range. They exuded a vast amount of blood essence and chaotic energy, which were the supreme resources for the sons of the Wu Clan to temper their bodies and refine their blood essence.

On the other side, there are countless severed ley lines, their spiritual energy still lingering, piled up like the sealed remains of a giant dragon, forming a winding mountain range, waiting to be reshaped.

Further away lies a vast torrent of magical treasures, as boundless as a sea of ​​stars.

From the badly damaged acquired spiritual treasures to the radiant innate spiritual treasures, and then to the dozens of top-grade innate spiritual treasures and supreme treasures that exude a powerful innate aura, such as the Pangu Banner, the God-Slaying Spear, the Twelve-Grade Merit Golden Lotus, and the Twelve-Grade Demon Lotus, they floated like stars, shining with boundless brilliance.

In addition, there are the corpses of several fallen innate gods and demons, such as Hun Kun and Shi Tian, ​​which contain fragments of their Great Dao and the essence of their lives.

Roughly estimated, about 90% of the essential resources during the entire Beast Calamity fell into Wugu's Creation God Pearl space.

This is a fortune that could drive any power mad, and it is the solid foundation upon which the Wu Clan protects the primordial world and even transcends it.

The two avatars, Heavenly Tribulation and Star, were busy within the space, performing preliminary classification, sealing, and organization of these massive resources.

His gaze shifted to the devastated northern continent below, where the malevolent energy, death energy, and resentment remained thick, like an indelible ink stain; the mountains and rivers, hundreds of millions of feet high, were shattered, the earth's veins were broken, and the spiritual energy was in disarray.

Wu Gu pondered for a moment but did not attempt to purify or repair it.

"The remaining malevolent energy and shattered landscape here are a dead end for ordinary beings, but for the Ancestral Witches who inherit the bloodline of Father God Pangu, are naturally close to the earth's turbid energy, and can absorb malevolent energy to refine their bodies, it is an excellent training ground and the foundation for their clan. Let this world be left to our future brothers as a place for trials and rise." Wugu decided to leave this "opportunity" to the soon-to-be-born Wu clan compatriots.

Composing himself, Wugu moved swiftly and found the Ancestral Dragon and the First Qilin, who were gathering up the remnants of their forces.

Wugu had a relatively peaceful attitude towards these innate deities born from the primordial land.

Wu Gu nodded to the two and said, "The great calamity has ended. Fellow Daoists, please lead your people back to the ancestral land, recuperate, and consolidate your gains. The primordial world needs time to recover after this great calamity."

Having witnessed Wugu's divine powers and received his help in protecting their tribe, Zulong and Shiqilin were filled with gratitude and awe. They respectfully accepted the offer and led their people away.

Subsequently, Wugu and Yuanfeng reunited and together led the Phoenix Clan back to the Phoenix Ancestral Land of the Hundred Thousand Volcanoes in the Southern Continent.

After settling their people, Wugu and Yuanfeng meditated for tens of thousands of years by the Nirvana Pool at the heart of their ancestral land. During this time, their spirits and bodies merged, and their Daoist principles harmonized. Under Wugu's guidance, Yuanfeng gained a deeper understanding of the Great Dao of Nirvana, and her cultivation became increasingly refined.

However, Wu Gu was preoccupied with the plans for Buzhou Mountain. After Yuan Feng's cultivation stabilized, he bid her farewell gently, promising to meet again after the affairs of the Wu Clan had settled down.

Although Yuanfeng was reluctant, she knew that the greater good was more important.

After bidding farewell to Yuan Feng, Wu Gu had no more worries. He immediately used the Great Divine Power of "Short Horizon," merging his body with the laws of space. With one step, he traversed endless mountains and rivers.

Eager to return home, Wu Gu no longer deliberately suppressed his speed, pushing his understanding of the Great Dao of Space to its limit. His figure flashed continuously between reality and nothingness, his speed exceeding the limits of divine sense.

In just a few hundred years, the towering figure that supported the primordial world—Mount Buzhou—was already in sight.

The closer one gets to Buzhou Mountain, the clearer and stronger the immense, majestic, and awe-inspiring pressure of Pangu becomes, enough to make even a Great Luo Golden Immortal unable to move an inch.

However, as a direct descendant of Pangu, Wugu has undergone transformation and his bloodline purity far surpasses that of ordinary ancestral witches.

At this moment, Wugu felt no pressure whatsoever; instead, he felt an incomparable sense of warmth and comfort, like a wanderer returning home.

It was as if the entire Buzhou Mountain was cheering for Wugu's return. The sense of resonance, of being connected by blood and sharing the same origin, was hundreds of thousands of times stronger than when he left.

Wugu even had a delusion that his physical body and primordial spirit would completely merge into Buzhou Mountain in the next moment, becoming one with the will of Father Pangu.

Suppressing the urge to immediately return to the Pangu Temple, Wugu remembered something.

With his near-identical affinity with Mount Buzhou and the information about Mount Fengqi recorded in his ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, Wugu used his divine sense to meticulously scan the Buzhou mountain range like a net.

However, within a few hundred years, a secret realm protected by an innate grand formation was found deep within a beautiful mountain range.

In the secret realm, two enormous cocoons of light, one with a snake's tail and the other with a dragon's tail and the other with a human body, floated quietly, breathing in and out innate spiritual energy and exuding the profound Daoist charm of creation and evolution. This was the place where Nuwa and Fuxi were born.

Wu Gu entered the secret realm silently. Wu Gu's arrival instantly awakened the two innate divine senses within the cocoon of light, filling them with vigilance and unease.

Without saying much, Wu Gu directly separated two "Heavenly Emperor Chronicles" sub-bodies, which turned into streams of light and entered the core origin of the two light cocoons.

"This gift is given to you all. Study it carefully and do not waste this opportunity." The voice was calm, yet it contained supreme Daoist wisdom.

Wu Gu's actions stemmed from his concern that these two key future innate deities, without this opportunity, would fall behind Zhen Yuanzi, Styx, and the Three Pure Ones, who had already obtained the "Chronicles of the Heavenly Emperor."

The gift of this supreme Daoist book, containing the origins of all laws, to the two of them was to pave the way for them, to add more variables and balance to the future game of the primordial world, and to allow the top experts to stand on a relatively equal starting line.

Having done all this, Wugu flashed and took a step toward the Pangu Temple at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, which exuded the most primitive and ancient Pangu aura.