Primordial Era: I, Hongyun, take charge of the literary path

The great war began, primarily depleting the strength of the myriad ancient races, including those with scales, beasts, and birds.

Most of the fighting force of the myriad races in the primordial world was deployed to the battlefield by dragons, phoenixes, and qilin, leaving the main bases of each race empty, which gave some people an opportunity.

Compared to the three races, the myriad races of the primordial world were poor, but all the races combined still possessed quite a few good things.

Many materials will become increasingly scarce in the future, so saving them might come in handy later.

The corpses of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans are even more extraordinary, serving as excellent materials for refining weapons and alchemy.

During the raid, those clones also took some of the myriad races of the primordial world with them. After this battle, it is unknown how many races of the primordial world will be wiped out as a result.

Hongyun's actions can be seen as preserving some seeds of the myriad races of the primordial world, a kind of primordial version of protected animals.

After the Great Calamity erupted, a colossal palace was situated on a mountain range somewhere in Buzhou Mountain.

The main hall bears the inscription "Pangu Hall".

Countless malevolent energies were drawn to the world, forming a massive malevolent tornado.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

At this moment, inside the Pangu Palace.

Twelve loud thuds echoed, deepening the sense of desolation and wilderness.

"Roar! Roar! Roar..."

Inside the Pangu Palace, twelve enormous blood cocoons echoed with deafening roars, as if twelve gigantic beasts were howling within them, their malevolent aura overwhelming.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

At this moment, these twelve blood cocoons were like giant hearts, beating incessantly.

"Click...click...click..."

At one point, cracks appeared on the huge blood cocoon, and the cracks grew larger and larger.

"Bang!!!"

The blood cocoon completely collapsed, and the remaining fluctuations stirred up clouds of dust. After gradually subsiding, twelve enormous figures appeared in the Pangu Palace.

The twelve ancestral witches finally took human form.

The twelve Ancestral Witches each possessed a unique form, and the aura emanating from each of them was no weaker than that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The twelve ancestral witches are:

Dijiang: Like a yellow sack, red as cinnabar fire, with six feet and four wings, a chaotic and faceless being, the ancestral shaman of space.

Jumang: Green as bamboo, with a bird's body and a human face, riding two dragons, the ancestral shaman of wood.

Zhu Rong: A beast-headed human with red scales, fire snakes piercing his ears, and fire dragons under his feet; the ancestral god of fire.

Ru Shou: Human face and tiger body, covered in golden scales, with wings on his shoulders, a snake through his left ear, and riding two dragons, the ancestral shaman of metal.

Gonggong: A man with a python's head and a human body, covered in black scales, riding a black dragon, with a green python wrapped around his hand, the ancestral witch of water.

Xuanming: A human-faced bird with a green snake hanging from each of its ears and two green snakes under its feet. The ancestral witch of rain/ice.

Houtu: Human body with a snake tail, seven hands behind her back, two hands in front of her chest, holding a flying serpent in both hands, the ancestral witch of the earth.

Qiangliang: He has a snake in his mouth and a snake in his hand. He has a tiger's head and a human body, four hooves, long elbows, and is the ancestral witch of thunder.

Zhu Jiuyin: Human head and dragon body, entirely crimson, the ancestral witch of time.

Tianwu: Eight-headed human face, tiger body with eight tails, the ancestral witch of the wind.

Xi Zi: A human-faced bird with green snakes hanging from his ears and holding a red snake in his hand; the ancestral sorcerer of lightning.

Shebi Shi: A human-faced beast with dog-like ears and green snakes hanging from them; a weather god.

After their birth, the twelve Ancestral Witches looked at each other and each transformed into their innate Daoist forms.

Dijiang and Jumang transformed into ten burly men, while Houtu and Xuanming transformed into two dignified and beautiful women.

The birth of the Twelve Ancestral Witches caused a tremendous sound that shook the area within billions of miles of the Pangu Palace.

This tremor was insignificant compared to the vastness of the primordial world amidst its great battle; it was as insignificant as a mustard seed.

But even the smallest disturbance has an impact, and Hongyun's incarnation, who was on Buzhou Mountain, sensed it.

Perhaps because they were both descendants of Pangu, Xueyun sensed that faint connection.

"Has the Twelve Ancestral Witches been reborn?"

Xueyun murmured, glanced at the depths of Buzhou Mountain, and instead of going out to search, continued refining pills.

Inside the Pangu Palace, the remaining eleven Ancestral Witches approached Dijiang and bowed, saying, "Elder Brother!"

"We brothers and sisters don't need to stand on ceremony!"

"The primordial world is currently undergoing a great calamity. Our cultivation is not yet strong enough, so we will cultivate in the Pangu Palace until the calamity is over before we go out."

Dijiang spoke to the other eleven Ancestral Witches.

"Yes, brother!"

The twelve ancestral witches continued their cultivation in the Pangu Palace.

The Pangu Temple can conceal the secrets of heaven, so no one can find where they are, and their safety is naturally guaranteed.

In the primordial East Sea, within the Dragon Palace.

The First Emperor sat upon his dragon throne, looking down upon all living beings, and slowly asked, "How are the army's preparations?"

The subordinates of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans—scaled creatures, beasts, and birds—have already fought tooth and nail, but the core forces of the three clans have not yet truly made a move.

This move serves two purposes: first, to deplete the enemy's strength; and second, to prevent the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans from being betrayed by other races during the final battle and having their victory stolen.

Yinglong stood up from the first seat on the lower right and bowed to Zulong.

"Reporting to the Ancestral Dragon, the Dragon Clan army is assembled. I respectfully request the Ancestral Dragon to review our strength," Yinglong shouted.

"Good! Very good, excellent!"

"Haha, then let's get ready! We dragons are the true rulers of this world, who can rival us?"

Zulong stood up with boundless domineering power. His aura as a late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal soared into the sky, stirring up the East Sea, causing waves to roll, clouds to dissipate, and huge waves to surge.

"Lord Ancestral Dragon, victory in this battle is assured!"

The crowd offered their congratulations, their fighting spirit surging forth, confident that the dragon race could rule the entire prehistoric world.

In the central part of the primordial wilderness, on Qilin Cliff.

"Haha, it's finally here!"

"Ancestral Dragon! Don't think that only your dragon clan is powerful. My Qilin clan also wants to be the master of this world."

In the primordial south, there lies an immortal volcano.

"The Ancestral Dragon? The decisive battle is finally about to begin! The time is almost here! I, Yuan Feng, will surely soar through the nine heavens!"

In an instant, the aura of calamity spread, the secrets of heaven became increasingly blurred, and the malevolent energy grew stronger.

Dragons and snakes rise from the land; a great calamity is imminent.

At this moment, the evil aura covered the sky, the secrets of heaven were in chaos and could not be deduced, even the Primordial Golden Immortal was blinded by darkness.

As the calamity's malevolent energy grew stronger, some weaker cultivators were already affected by it, their eyes blinded, knowing only how to kill and slaughter.

The war between the three races involved all the races of the prehistoric world, and countless cultivators died every day.

This is the power of the Great Calamity.

Hongyun was also watching the entry of the three races.

There was a screen of light in front of him, visible from all angles, regardless of the viewing angle.

This is a minor spell, but it requires a Great Luo Golden Immortal level to cast. By manipulating the power of time and space, one can see any place in the primordial world.

Except for some places that are hidden by people, most of the prehistoric world can be seen.

The fact that Hongyun could monitor the primordial world without relying on magical artifacts demonstrates his formidable power.

"Hmm? Zu Long is about to make a move."

Hongyun keenly looked at the light screen.

Previously, the forces dispatched in the Three Races War consisted of various subordinate races, including those with scales, birds, and beasts.

Now, it is the dragons who are the first to become restless.

"Roar! Roar! Roar..."

Dragon roars resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the bodies of true dragons appeared in the void, radiating golden light and exuding a vast and mighty dragon aura, causing the entire world to begin to tremble.

Led by the Ancestral Dragon, one after another, true dragons burst forth from the sea, their surging momentum shaking the heavens, charging straight towards the lair of the Phoenix and Qilin clans.

The terrifying pressure made it hard for everyone to breathe.