Primordial Era: I really don't want to be the Heavenly Emperor!

Chapter 26 The Founding of the Witch Clan

In the past few days, Donghua has been teaching the two supernatural thunder techniques, while also consolidating his own cultivation and comprehending the laws of the Great Dao.

Suddenly, the clouds churned between heaven and earth, all kinds of energy burst forth, and divine sounds resounded throughout the heavens.

Beneath Mount Buzhou, twelve demon gods stood in all directions, with Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu standing on a high platform in the center, and Shebishi controlling all the energies of the world.

A massive phantom of Pangu began to coalesce, eventually reaching the same height as Mount Buzhou and taking shape there.

"Father God above, Heaven's will as witness, today we establish the Witch Court and call ourselves Witches. Witches stand tall between Heaven and Earth, communicating with Heaven and Earth. We are determined to establish order for the primordial world."

"The ancestral shaman Zhu Rong was appointed as the God of Fire, in charge of all fires under heaven."

"The ancestral witch Gonggong was appointed as the water god, in charge of all waters under heaven."

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"The ancestral witch Houtu was appointed as the Goddess of the Earth, in charge of yin and yang, fertility, the beauty of all things, and the mountains and rivers of the earth."

"By using the Pangu Temple to suppress the fortune of the Witch Court, the Witch Clan will emerge and the Witch Court will be established."

In an instant, flowers rained down from the sky and golden lotuses sprang from the ground.

An immense amount of profound merit descended from the sky and was eventually divided into four parts.

Fifty percent was given to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, thirty percent to the various beings of the Witch Clan, one ten percent fell into the Pangu Palace, and the last ten percent merged with the illusory image of Pangu.

The vast phantom of Pangu began to shrink and deform under the nourishment of Xuanhuang Merit.

As the phantom shrinks, it ceases to be illusory and transforms into a physical entity.

Finally, it transformed into a large seal, beneath which was the character "巫" (witch/shaman) inscribed by the Great Dao talisman.

The twelve Ancestral Witches, having received the merits of Xuanhuang, instantly unleashed their power, spreading from Mount Buzhou across the prehistoric continent.

Dijiang and Houtu broke through directly to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint (mid-stage of Ancestral Realm), and the other Ancestral Witches also made progress.

Meanwhile, the Wu tribe also experienced a period of rapid development, with most of them making breakthroughs.

At this moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were no longer the demon gods they once were, but had become sacred and majestic.

The appearance is still the same, but the image has changed drastically.

The figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches began to rise between the primordial world, lingering under the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, before finally slowly dissipating.

When the beings of the primordial world saw this scene, they felt it was very familiar, because it had happened when Di Jun became the Heavenly Emperor.

Donghua watched this scene quietly, and finally sighed, "These are turbulent times."

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The Witch Clan has been established for hundreds of years, and in these years, the Witch Court has been fulfilling its original vows to establish order for heaven and earth.

Many magical powers and witchcraft were created, and the witch tribe also developed its own writing system, the witch script.

The primordial world is now flourishing.

On this day, Donghua summoned his two disciples.

Donghua: "You two have been following me for many years, but as the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the cultivation is up to you. It's time for you to leave."

After Donghua finished speaking, he gently touched the space between their eyebrows, and a stream of pure Yang energy protected their primordial spirits.

Upon hearing this, the two exclaimed in surprise, "Master is right, but we have not yet repaid your great kindness. How can we leave? We do not wish to leave and wish to serve you by your side."

"Foolish child, foolish child, don't act like this, go, go."

When you're out and about, you need to stay calm and collected. Sometimes, taking a step back can open up a whole new world.

Master

Master

"We disciples have no way to repay Master's great kindness. We only wish that Master will soon attain the Primordial Chaos Realm."

After they finished speaking, the two knelt down and bowed, then reluctantly left the valley.

Donghua watched the two leave.

"The course of Heaven is both constant and unpredictable; it is time for me to depart as well."

Donghua got up and left, setting off towards the southern continent, wanting to see the south.

There was a magical treasure there called the Treasure-Losing Coin, which would later shine brightly in the Investiture of the Gods.

How could one miss this magical treasure upon arriving in the primordial world? Moreover, the Treasure-Falling Coin was created out of necessity and naturally represents wealth. If one could obtain this magical treasure, there would be much to be done.

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"Am I truly destined to never possess this treasure?"

Donghua walked through the mountains. By this time, he had been in the Southern Continent for several years, but he had not found the Luobao Golden Coin, let alone Wuyi Mountain.

"That shouldn't be the case. Wuyishan is a top-grade blessed land, it shouldn't be unknown."

Donghua used the Heavenly Evolution Technique to deduce the Falling Treasure Coin, but found no useful information. However, when he deduced Wuyi Mountain, he could vaguely calculate a direction.

While thinking, he deduced the location.

Suddenly, they heard the soft strains of a zither flowing down from the high mountains.

Donghua was not angry when his calculations were interrupted.

The music that came through the zither was soothing and refreshing, containing the essence of Taoism, and bringing joy to the mind and spirit.

Donghua slowly closed his eyes, his fingers tapping gently in the air, echoing the music, and strolled forward, his mind still immersed in the music.

At a certain moment, the piece ended, and the music stopped.

At this moment, Donghua had already reached the summit of the mountain.

Beneath the golden sycamore tree, a man in white sat cross-legged playing the zither. Three colorful birds circled and danced in the sky above the sycamore tree; they were genuine descendants of the Phoenix Clan.

A dragon coiled in front of the man in white was still immersed in the music.

Man in white: How was today's music?

Huilong: The music you play is always beautiful.

Huilong: You come to play the zither for me every day, and I can't repay you in any way. But when I cultivate myself into a powerful and all-powerful Yinglong, I will let you sit on my dragon horns, play the zither, ride the wind, and see all the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers.

The man in white said: "Time flies in the mountains, and staying there too long makes my heart feel like still water. I play music to soothe my soul, but without your company, it's too lonely. How can I repay you?"

The man in white: I have remembered your words. Although I do not know how long it will take you to become an Yinglong, today's agreement will never change.

Huilong fell silent. The two were worlds apart in status, and after parting today, they didn't know when they would meet again. Even if they did meet again, it was unclear whether they would be enemies or friends.

But the dragon still solemnly nodded its head.

"Why does this conversation feel so familiar?" Donghua thought to himself, feeling a sense of directness towards "Su Su".

"Who?"

The dragon cried out in alarm and immediately rose up from the ground, its head staring directly at Donghua.

Donghua realized that he had been so engrossed in his thoughts that he had revealed himself. However, it didn't matter, as he had never intended to hide it.

He stepped forward casually, and in two light steps, he was standing in front of the man in white.

He said something to the serpent dragon that was baring its teeth at him.

"sit down."

The dragon fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

Donghua used the supernatural power of "words becoming law".

This is a supernatural power he comprehended after dismembering his corpse. His heart is in harmony with the Dao, and his words are the Dao and the law.

Then Donghua naturally sat on the dragon's head, facing the man in white, and said:

"You play the zither very well. In terms of playing technique, you are second to none among those I know, but in terms of the emotions expressed in your music, you are first."

The man in white bowed to Donghua and then sat down gracefully.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior. However, I would like to know, who is the foremost person in terms of piano playing skills?"

Donghua paused for a moment after hearing this, then laughed and said, "He is indeed a proud and arrogant person, very similar to the character of you witch people."

"However, you may never be able to compare to this first person in your lifetime. He is the founder of the Qin Dao, the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi, the Azure Emperor."

Upon hearing the name, the man in white showed longing, but made no comment on Donghua's words.

"Does the senior know the Azure Emperor Fuxi?"

Donghua smiled and said, "You don't need to test me. I am not a member of the demon race, and I will not attack you. I only have a kinship with Fuxi."

"I came here today simply because I was drawn in by your music. It's been a long time since I've heard such soothing music."

The man in white behaved politely, saying, "It is an honor for this junior."

"What's your name?"

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