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Chapter 380 Demon God: Father Pangu, how was the Witch Clan born? [9k views, 10 bonus chapters]

"Since it was agreed upon by His Majesty and the Standing Council, then our Qilin Clan will not pursue the matter any further!"

The Five Elements Qilin Kings were naturally unhappy about being tricked by the Ancestral Witches.

But given the circumstances, the ancestral witches had already taken both the credit and the benefits, so there was no point in arguing any further.

However, they also have their own principles.

The White Tiger God bowed to Xuan Qing and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, the matter of the Witchcraft Academy is hereby dropped, but there is one thing I hope you will grant me."

Xuanqing nodded: "Fellow Daoist, please speak."

The White Tiger slowly said, "The Witchcraft Academy can be set up anywhere on Buzhou Mountain, but please do not involve the core area of ​​the former Qilin Ancestral Land, or alter or destroy it."

"Our clan has merely gone into seclusion, not perished. There are still many descendants who will visit the sacred land of the Qilin clan in the future."

"Your Majesty, please grant my request in consideration of my clan's past achievements."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Qing nodded and said, "That makes sense."

He then turned to look at the thirteen ancestral witches.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch of Earth, said, "We will fold the original site of the Qilin Ancestral Land intact towards the inner side of the boundary between the real and the virtual, and transform it into part of the Inner Mountains and Rivers."

"If any members of the Qilin clan come to pay homage in the future, we will never stop them."

Houtu was once one of the gods of the Qilin clan and did not want to go too far.

The Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang and the Time Ancestral Witch Zhujiuyin have also expressed their opinions.

They said, "Our expertise in the Great Way of Space and the Great Way of Time is surely known to Fellow Daoist Jianbing. We guarantee that we can freeze the original site of the Qilin Ancestral Land and fold it into the Inner Mountain River without damage."

"At that time, even if our fellow cultivators from the Qilin Clan start living there again, we will never disturb them."

The White Tiger God and the Qilin Kings all nodded in agreement.

Therefore, Xuanqing wrote a decree and affixed the Heavenly Emperor's seal in the presence of both parties.

"Thank you for your divine decree, Your Majesty!" The White Tiger God and the Qilin Kings bowed to Xuan Qing, put away the decree, and turned to leave.

"Thank you for your trouble, Your Majesty. We will take our leave now!" The Ancestral Witches also withdrew.

As the Ancestral Witches gradually departed, Xuan Qing's lips curled into a slight smile.

"The drama of Heaven's justice is gradually coming to an end, but the drama of humanity is just beginning."

"Looking forward to your performance."

"Of course, we also look forward to more fellow cultivators making their official debut!"

As his consciousness gradually returned, Xuanqing handed over his work in the Heavenly Court to the [Stamping Heavenly Emperor] and continued to skip work.

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After resolving the matter of the Qilin clan, the ancestral witches continued their work on establishing the Buzhou Mountain Witchcraft Academy.

The academy is located on the southern slope of Buzhou Mountain, backed by a towering pillar and facing a vast plain. The terrain is magnificent and full of spiritual energy.

The ancestral witches personally used their great magical powers to move mountains and fill seas, shift stars and change constellations, shaping the academy's structure.

The enormous phantom of the Pangu Palace stands in the center of the academy, becoming the most eye-catching landmark and exuding an aura of vastness and antiquity.

Thirteen majestic palaces were built around the illusory image of the Pangu Palace, each representing one of the thirteen ancestral witches who governed the Great Dao. They were all different in style, yet they were a unified whole.

Dijiang's spatial temple seems to contain countless folded spaces, mysterious and unpredictable; Zhujiuyin's time corridor has an ever-changing flow of time, making one feel as if they have entered the long river of time; Jumang's life garden is full of exotic flowers and rare herbs, full of vitality, refreshing the soul.

Zhurong's blazing furnace, with its crimson divine fire burning fiercely, forges all things; Gonggong's pool of all waters gathers the true waters of the world, its waves surging and unfathomable; Xuanming's icy realm, covered by millennia-old ice, is bitterly cold, testing one's will.

Wu Luo's Martial Arts Academy, Ru Shou's Gengjin Secret Realm, She Bi Shi's Four Seasons Reincarnation Valley, Hou Tu's Houde Zaiwu Platform, and the Thunder Trial Ground jointly built by Qiang Liang and Xi Zi.
Of course, there are also the teaching temples and trial realms of more than ten teachers, including the True Lord of Myriad Phenomena, the True Man of Spiritual Ruler, the Divine Lord of Departure and the True Man of Soaring Void.

The Witchcraft Academy was officially established, and its enrollment invitations spread throughout the prehistoric world. It stated that the Witchcraft Academy did not discriminate based on background or origin, and anyone who aspired to temper their physical body and comprehend the Great Dao was welcome to give it a try.

In an instant, all races of the primordial world responded and gathered, and countless beings, yearning for power, flocked to Buzhou Mountain from all directions.

There is a race of giant spirits, with burly figures and immense strength, who yearn to learn the body-refining methods of Wu Luo, the "ancestral witch of martial arts," to further enhance their physical bodies.

Some descendants of deities who have encountered bottlenecks in their understanding of the Great Dao also wish to come here to draw upon various sources and make connections.

There are countless races in the primordial world, and guests from all the heavens.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, crowds thronged, with all sorts of strange mounts and streaks of light intertwining, creating a lively and unprecedented spectacle.

The examinations at the Witchcraft Academy are extremely rigorous, testing not only physical strength but also willpower and character.

The thirteen ancestral witches personally oversaw the selection of those destined for the throne.

Ultimately, three thousand disciples passed numerous tests and became the first batch of students at the Witchcraft Academy.

On the day of the opening ceremony, the thirteen ancestral witches appeared together, their power overwhelming and their aura magnificent.

Dijiang spoke up: "Everyone, today is the opening day of the Wuzhou Mountain Witchcraft Academy!"

A short sentence, yet it contains boundless power and solemnity.

The square fell silent instantly.

All the disciples held their breath and listened attentively to Dean Dijiang's speech.

Dijiang looked at his three thousand disciples with a solemn expression and expectant eyes: "We, the thirteen Ancestral Witches, are descendants of the bloodline of Father God Pangu. We inherit Father God's indomitable will to create the world and shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the primordial world."

"Our Witchcraft Academy has only one purpose—to inherit the glory of Pangu and cultivate towering, indomitable warriors!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with power: "Those whose hearts are not steadfast should go elsewhere; those who are greedy for life and afraid of death should not enter this gate! This is my message to you."

"Regardless of your origins or background, once you step into my Witchcraft Academy, you must remember this."

"I hope that every disciple who leaves here will live up to the name of Pangu and our expectations, and become a true powerhouse capable of supporting the world!"

His words fell with a resounding force, each syllable seemingly imbued with the power to create the world, deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the disciples.

Upon hearing this, all the disciples were filled with excitement and boundless pride, as if they could already see their own towering figures standing tall and protecting the primordial world in the future.

"Inherit the glory of Pangu!"

"Protect the peace of the primordial world!"

I don't know who shouted those two sentences first.

Immediately afterwards, a roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashed through the sky, causing the entire Buzhou Mountain to tremble slightly.

Dijiang nodded in satisfaction, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Then, he turned slightly to the side and said, "Today, to celebrate the opening of the academy and to give you all some understanding of the path you will be learning in the future, my brothers and sisters will each demonstrate a trace of the profound mystery of the Great Dao. I hope you will observe carefully and comprehend it with your hearts."

Upon hearing this, the disciples were even more excited. To be able to witness the Ancestral Witch wielding the Great Dao was an incredible opportunity!
Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Witch, took the first step, grinning broadly, exuding an air of heroic grandeur.

"The Way of Fire lies in control, in creation, and also in destruction!"

He stretched out his right hand, and a crimson flame appeared out of thin air in his palm, initially only the size of a bean, and extremely docile.

Immediately afterwards, the flames in his palm began to transform, sometimes turning into a fire phoenix soaring through the heavens, lifelike, its feathers all made of flames, exuding a fiery nobility.

Sometimes it transforms into a giant burning axe, with flames rising from its blade, as if it could cleave through any obstacle.

At other times, it transforms into countless tiny fire sprites, leaping and chasing each other joyfully in the air, full of spirituality.

Finally, all the flames suddenly converged, transforming into a small, blazing sun that emitted a terrifyingly high temperature that distorted the very space, yet it was perfectly controlled by the Ancestral Witch Zhurong within the palm of her hand, without leaking even a trace of heat.

The disciples were dumbfounded, feeling that every change in the flames contained infinite mysteries, instantly elevating their understanding of the Way of Fire to a new level.

Immediately afterwards, Gonggong, the ancestral shaman, stepped forward. He had a solemn expression, and his body was surrounded by water vapor.

"The great way of water is that it can be both soft and hard, encompassing all things, and also capable of destroying the withered and decaying."

With a flick of his finger, a crystal-clear droplet of azure water condensed in the void.

Under his control, the water droplets sometimes transformed into a calm, still lake, reflecting the sky and the figures of the people, peaceful and serene.

At times, it transforms into a surging, turbulent wave. Though merely an illusion, it possesses an overwhelming force that leaves everyone breathless.

At other times, it transforms into countless fine raindrops, nourishing the void, as if it can wash away all dust and bring forth vibrant life.

Finally, all the water flowed together into a crystal-clear water dragon, swirling and roaring, displaying its majestic power and supreme might as well.

The disciples watched with rapt attention, gaining a completely new understanding of the changes and power of water.

Then, the Ancestral Witch Jumang stepped forward, his face bearing a gentle smile, and wherever he went, it seemed as if invisible vitality was being sown.

"The way of wood lies in nurturing, in growth, and in perseverance."

With a gentle wave of his hand, countless phantom images of exotic flowers and rare herbs burst forth from the ground on the high platform, swaying in the wind, full of vitality.

Those flowers and plants grow, bloom, and bear fruit at a speed visible to the naked eye, only to wither and turn to dust in an instant, and then new buds sprout from the dust, demonstrating the cycle and tenacity of life.

A rich aura of life permeated the air, invigorating all the disciples and as if the vitality within their bodies had been awakened.

Next, there was a demonstration of the forces of metal, earth, thunder, lightning, wind, and so on.

Each of the thirteen Ancestral Witches revealed a trace of the profound mystery of their own Great Dao.

Although it was only the tip of the iceberg, the power that pointed directly to the source and the inconceivable application of the laws had already left the tens of thousands of disciples present speechless and full of amazement.

Many disciples, during the observation, felt a sudden flash of inspiration, and some of the confusion they had encountered in their previous practice suddenly became clear.

Even more remarkably, some people gained some insight on the spot, and their aura fluctuated slightly, indicating that their cultivation bottleneck had loosened!

"Too...too powerful! Is this the power of the Ancestral Witch?"

"Even a mere trace of the profound mystery of the Great Dao is so incredible; if it were to be unleashed at full power, what kind of world-destroying force would it unleash!"

"I feel that my understanding of the laws has deepened once again!"

"Waaah, to be able to enter the Witchcraft Academy and witness the Ancestral Witch preach in person, I would die without regret!"

The disciples discussed animatedly, their excitement overflowing. Their gazes toward the thirteen imposing figures on the high platform were filled with fervent admiration and boundless anticipation for their future studies.

They knew that choosing the Witchcraft Academy was absolutely the right decision!
The path of spiritual practice in the future will surely be wonderful and full of infinite possibilities!

The opening ceremony concluded successfully amidst the students' prolonged excitement and applause.

Next, the thirteen ancestral witches and their fellow Daoists calmed down and began to teach their disciples.

Their teaching methods are unique, directly addressing the essence of the Dao without relying on external objects, which is refreshing and greatly beneficial to many students who are used to refining magical artifacts and spiritual treasures.

The academy has a strong academic atmosphere, where students of different races exchange ideas, learn from each other's strengths, and often spark new insights.

Some exceptionally gifted individuals, under the guidance of the ancestral witches, can even comprehend unique witchcraft supernatural abilities by combining their own characteristics.

Gradually, the reputation of Buzhou Mountain Witchcraft Academy spread.

The disciples who emerged from the Witchcraft Academy were all physically strong, determined, and exceptionally powerful, making a name for themselves in the prehistoric world.

They praised the college's educational quality and were deeply grateful for the teachings of the thirteen ancestral witches.

"The Witchcraft Academy truly lives up to its reputation! One year of cultivation here is better than a hundred years of my own arduous training!" exclaimed a disciple of the Zheng Clan.

"The teachings of the Ancestral Witches are so insightful and have given me a completely new understanding of power!" exclaimed a cultivator from the Giant Spirit Clan.

"The path of witchcraft is the righteous path for humanity!"

The ancestral witches all created alternate accounts to promote themselves to the outside world.

"The righteous path of humanity is the path of witchcraft," is their new propaganda slogan.

"Starting to promote our Witchcraft Academy in the human world now is also laying the groundwork for the future development of the Witch Clan and building up our reputation!"

Inside the Witchcraft Academy, Houtu held a closed-door meeting with the Ancestral Witches.

She distributed new mythological scripts to everyone.

"Now the Taiwei Heavenly Court hangs high above all the heavens, ruling over all directions, and is revered by all the gods. It seems that other forces have no room for development, but that is not the case."

"Taiwei represents only the will of Heaven. It was only because the Heavenly Emperor was too powerful that he joined forces with the Taiwei gods to complete the integration of the power of the three realms of the primordial world."

"In other words, the halo of Taiwei was actually given by the Heavenly Emperor."

[Xi Zi] Upon hearing these words, Xuan Qing hesitated to speak.

He really wanted to argue.

I thought about it and then gave up.

[How many times do I have to say it before you believe that all of this is due to everyone's hard work, not just my achievement!] Xuan Qing sighed.

Houtu continued, "If you look at the prehistoric world from the perspective of the Heavenly Emperor, you will find that the Taiwei Heavenly Court's control over the prehistoric world and the heavens is not very strong."

“Taking the underground passage as an example, the entire underground passage and the underworld developed independently of the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Emperor did not interfere much.”

"Similarly, the human world is the same. Even though the Heavenly Emperor has established many divine kingdoms in the human world, he never interferes in the internal affairs of the myriad races of the primordial world."

"This gives us an opportunity—an opportunity to unite humanitarian forces!"

Dijiang nodded: "Although the prehistoric world is developing very well now, if we want to move towards a more glorious future, the three realms must develop in coordination."

"Now that the Heavenly Way has been established, we have no way to work on the Earthly Way. The only way for our Wu Clan to move forward is to work on the Human Way."

"Actually, it's not like we can't make something of the underground passage." Houtu stroked a divine tablet in her sleeve and silently added to herself.

She has a preliminary plan that needs the right time to be implemented.

If it is successfully completed, the ancestral witches should be able to intervene in matters related to the underground passage.

However, now is not the time to reveal these details.

Houtu picked up where Dijiang left off, saying, "We have now taken a solid step into the new era by taking advantage of the development momentum of the Taiwei Heavenly Court!"

"Next, we need to move on to the next step of the plan."

"If we can successfully occupy a place in humanity in the future, promote the birth of the will of humanity, and even master it, we may be able to replicate the glory of Taiwei and create our own legend!"

Houtu's words invigorated the ancestral witches.

The complete unity of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity in the primordial world will surely create an even more glorious era.

If they could grasp the will of humanity, transfer the current development of the Heavenly Way to the human world, and replicate everything from the Heavenly Court in the human realm, wouldn't they be able to dominate the next golden age?
Zhu Jiuyin said, "In this era, the Heavenly Emperor's brilliance is too dazzling, like a lonely moon in the sky, illuminating all ages."

"But as long as we seize the opportunity and plan ahead, we may very well surpass the current Heavenly Emperor in the future!"

"Yes, brother, we will surpass the current Heavenly Emperor." Wu Luo looked at Xi Zi, who was nodding repeatedly.

The Heavenly Emperor is here as an undercover agent; how could your wish not be granted?
The ancestral witches were discussing their grand plans for the future, and the more they talked, the more enthusiastic they became.

Suddenly, Dijiang's spiritual senses flashed.

"Hmm? A fellow Daoist is inviting us?" Di Jiang asked in confusion; the call sounded familiar.

“We received it too.” The Ancestral Witches nodded.

Dijiang pondered for a moment and then said, "Shall we go and take a look?"

"it is good!"

The ancestral witches were not afraid at all.

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In the strange space, the War God, a burly figure with a battle intent that remained dormant, spoke directly: "Fellow Daoists, greetings."

Dijiang remained calm. "May I ask what brings you gentlemen to invite us?" "Let's not beat around the bush." ​​The War Demon God grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "We have come here to seek cooperation."

"Cooperation?" Zhu Rong rushed over upon hearing the news, flames flickering around her, a hint of wariness in her eyes. "We, the Ancestral Witches, have no connection with you Chaos Demons. What cooperation is there to speak of?"

"Times have changed," the ethereal demon god beside him said softly. "The situation in the primordial world has changed, and we must also seek a new way to survive."

"A way out?" Gonggong looked over and said, "You chaotic demons and gods are all-powerful and carefree. Why do you need to seek a way out from my witchcraft?"

"Carefree and at ease?" The War God chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Are you mocking us, fellow Daoist?"

They were all killed by Pangu, so what kind of carefree life do they have?

“We know that our fellow Daoists, the Ancestral Witches, wish to create a great undertaking in the primordial world and restore the glory of Pangu.”

The War God continued, "And we might be able to offer you some assistance."

"Oh?" A glint flashed in Dijiang's eyes. "I'd like to hear more details."

"We, the Chaos Gods, are no longer at our peak, but each of us still wields a source, and our foundation remains."

The War Demon God spoke calmly, "If we can cooperate with you, we are willing to contribute a portion of our source power to help you cultivate a group of top-tier combatants."

"Top-tier combat power?" Houtu pondered. "Could it be that you mean...?"

The War God nodded, "If the origins of us Chaos Gods can merge with the bloodline of Pangu, it might give birth to a completely new and powerful being that far surpasses ordinary beings—we call it the 'Great Witch'!"

"Great witch!"

Upon hearing this, Shebi Shi's eyes gleamed with interest. "That sounds quite good, but what do you seek?"

There's no such thing as a free lunch. The Chaos Gods have come to us of their own accord; they must have something to do with it.

"What we ask for is very simple."

The War God frankly said, "It was with your help that I successfully 'landed' and found a place in this new primordial era, and even... emulate Hongjun and Rahu to glimpse the secrets of Pangu!"

"Imitating Hongjun and Luohou? Transforming into Pangu?"

Zhu Jiuyin spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of scrutiny.

"Exactly!" The War God made no attempt to conceal his ambition.

"The path of Pangu is mysterious and boundless. Since Hongjun and Luohou can walk it, why can't we give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, the ancestral witches fell into deep thought.

They had indeed been planning a major event concerning the future of the Witch Clan—the true "birth of the Witch Clan."

Although they call themselves Ancestral Witches, and there are legends of the Witch Clan in all the worlds, the Witch Clan has never truly been born and lacks a systematic, large-scale mechanism that can stably pass on its core power.

They need a powerful clansman who can uphold the Great Dao of Ancestral Witches and stand alone as the backbone of the Witch Clan.

The concept of "Great Witch" proposed by the demon gods, and the primal power they were willing to give, perfectly matched their needs and solved their problem of designing high-end combat power for the future witch race.

However, cooperating with the Chaos God is tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin.

Jumang spoke gently: "What you fellow Daoists say does indeed make some sense."

"However, the Chaos God has always been unruly. How can we ensure the sincerity of our cooperation and the controllability of the future?"

"Sincerity?" The Contract Demon God stepped forward, an ancient contract appearing in his hand, and smiled.

"With me here, everything can be agreed upon as proof."

"Moreover, if we want to reach the shore, we need to rely on the fortune of your Pangu lineage, so we naturally dare not deceive you."

Some demons hesitated upon seeing the contracted demon god appear.

He transmitted his voice, saying, "Sigh, is it really going to come to this? If we cooperate with the Ancestral Witches and integrate into the Witch Clan, then...wouldn't we also become descendants of Pangu?"

Upon hearing this, many Chaos Gods displayed complex expressions.

They were contemporaries of Pangu, who created the world, and had some friction with him.

The idea of ​​"recognizing one's ancestors" and becoming a descendant of Pangu is psychologically difficult to accept.

[Hmph, you're still fixated on these empty titles?]

The War Demon God snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the assembled demon gods, and transmitted his voice, "Have you forgotten what became of the 'Dream Team' formed by Fellow Daoists of Destruction, Order, and Wisdom?"

They attempted to defy the heavens and reopen the chaos, but what was the result? They perished, their ancient schemes vanished in an instant!

[There was also the 'Dead Ghost Team' formed by fellow cultivators of reincarnation, who sought to control the cycle of reincarnation throughout the heavens. What was the result? They were outmaneuvered by the Netherworld Emperor, becoming part of the primordial great cycle of reincarnation, their coffins nailed shut!]

The voice of the War God struck the heart of every Chaos God like a heavy hammer.

The lessons of the past are still fresh in our minds!

He continued to persuade him, "This primordial world was created by Pangu, and the way of Heaven is in motion. It is an inevitable trend, how can we easily shake it?"

Therefore, 'getting out of poverty' is the best option!

[Don't worry about how you got ashore, as long as we win, everything will be fine!]

[If in the future we truly have the opportunity to transform into Pangu and wield the power of heaven and earth, we can freely rewrite history and completely erase this experience from the river of time. Who would know then?]

"Furthermore," the War Demon's demeanor shifted, his tone softening slightly, "we are not necessarily going to commit our entire true forms; we are merely investing a portion of our essence and power."

If we succeed, all will be well; even if we fail, there is still room for maneuver for us.

Through words that were sometimes coercive, sometimes enticing, and sometimes promising, the Chaos Gods, who were initially hesitant, gradually wavered.

Yes, even cunning and shrewd figures like the God of Wisdom, the God of Destruction, and the God of Order have stumbled.

How much capital do these remaining demon gods have to cause trouble?

Is saving face more important, or surviving, or even taking a further step towards the Great Way?
The answer is self-evident.

“What Fellow Daoist Zhan said is not without reason.”

A demon god who had been silent for a long time slowly nodded, "Rather than eking out a living in the cracks of chaos, it is better to take a gamble and perhaps we can really create a bright and clear world."

"good!"

"We agree to cooperate!"

All the demons expressed their opinions and made up their minds.

The ancestral witches exchanged glances, each seeing a resolute decision in the other's eyes.

"Since you fellow Daoists have made up your minds," Di Jiang said in a deep voice, "then my Wu Clan welcomes you all to work together for the future!"

"Excellent!" The War God was overjoyed.

Thus, under the auspices and witness of the Contract Demon God, Dijiang and Houtu, representing the thirteen Ancestral Witches, signed a cooperation agreement with more than ten Chaos Demon Gods, led by the War Demon God.

The covenant stipulated that the Chaos Gods would contribute a portion of their primordial power to merge into Pangu's bloodline, helping the Wu Clan create a powerful "Great Witch."
In return, the Wu Clan will protect these demon gods and integrate them into the primordial world, and provide them with the opportunity to come into contact with the Great Dao of Pangu and seek enlightenment from Pangu.

Both parties have clearly defined rights and responsibilities, and have sworn an oath based on the great principles; any breach of this oath will inevitably result in repercussions.

"I hope we can cooperate successfully!"

The Contract Demon God put away the alliance and said with a smile, as if he could already see a future where both sides would benefit from each other.

With the alliance established, to show their sincerity and to reassure the demons, Dijiang and Houtu decided to immediately lead them to the true core of the Wu tribe—the Pangu Temple—to carry out the "reincarnation" ceremony.

"Fellow Daoists, please follow me."

With a wave of his hand, Di Jiang shifted the space, and the group was transported directly from the academy area at the foot of Buzhou Mountain to the Pangu Palace, which exuded an aura of endless desolation.

This is the true Pangu Palace, a sacred hall formed from the heart of the Father God Pangu, not the illusory image in the center of the academy.

Upon entering the palace, an indescribable aura of boundless vitality and creation washed over them, causing even these Chaos Gods, who were accustomed to grand scenes, to tremble with awe.

In the center of the main hall, there was not an empty space, but a huge pool of blood. The blood in the pool was as viscous as mercury, dark gold in color, and exuded a strong Pangu aura, as if it were the most primordial life essence at the beginning of the world.

In the very center of the blood pool floats an ancient, three-legged, two-eared round cauldron.

The cauldron was entirely black, yet from time to time, countless rays of light burst forth from within it. Within the light, one could vaguely see the sun, moon, and stars revolving, mountains and rivers evolving, and all living things constantly being born and dying, as if the mysteries of the entire universe were contained within it.

An indescribable aura of eternal immortality emanated from the cauldron, dazzling even the Chaos Gods with a single glance, as if they were about to be assimilated by its boundless Daoist essence.

"This...this cauldron contains..." The War Demon God's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

The other demons were also dumbfounded, each feeling their mouths dry and their Dao hearts trembling violently.

From that cauldron, they sensed a terrifying source of power that was supreme, could govern all things, could create heaven and earth, and could create all living beings!
Dijiang revealed a proud smile and slowly said, "This is the treasure of my Wu clan, and the most important legacy left to us by our father god—the heart of Pangu!"

"what?!"

"Pangu...heart?!"

Even though the Chaos Gods and Demons had already hardened their minds to the rock, they were still shocked and cried out in surprise upon hearing this.

They originally thought that the fact that the thirteen ancestral witches could temporarily transform into an incomplete Pangu true form using their own bloodline power was already an incredible trump card.

But to everyone's surprise, the Ancestral Witches actually possessed such a heaven-defying sacred object as Pangu's Heart!

This is the core of Pangu's power and creation!

No wonder they dare to claim to be the true descendants of Pangu!

If they are not the true lineage, then who in the primordial world is qualified to be called the true lineage?

"With the heart of the Father God here, bearing the Father God's legacy, our actions will naturally be successful." Houtu's voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..." The War Demon God murmured to himself, his heart surging with a tidal wave of emotions. The slight doubt and resentment he had felt about the cooperation earlier had long since vanished, replaced by endless joy and excitement.

"With this sacred object, what worries do we have about not being able to reach the shore? What worries do we have about not being able to glimpse the Great Dao of Pangu?!" He exclaimed with deep emotion, his tone filled with boundless anticipation for the future.

The other Chaos Gods were also greatly encouraged, their eyes burning as they gazed at the divine cauldron and the phantom of Pangu's heart that appeared within it.

With Pangu's heart and Pangu's true body, how could such a combination not take the lead in the future development of humanity?
[If the Witch Clan can still capsize during the future rise of humanity, we will truly acknowledge Pangu as our father on the spot and call him dad!] A demon god secretly vowed in his heart, filled with unprecedented confidence in this investment.

After the initial excitement, the formal "reincarnation" ceremony begins.

The thirteen Ancestral Witches stood solemnly around the blood pool, each activating their primal power.

"Om-"

Inside the Pangu Palace, the runes of the Great Dao shone brightly, and the divine cauldron that carried Pangu's heart trembled gently. Strands of the purest essence of Pangu's blood were drawn out and merged into the blood pool below.

The blood pool churned, with malevolent energy and vitality intertwining, transforming into mysterious vortexes.

"Fellow Daoists, the time has come," Di Jiang said in a deep voice.

"Please cast your essence into the pool of blood, so that it may unite with the bloodline of the Father God and give birth to a new life."

The War God stepped forward first, unhesitatingly unleashing a ball of pure demonic power containing its own source of battle and slaughter, and throwing it into one of the blood-red vortexes.

"boom!"

The primordial power entered the pool and was instantly enveloped, assimilated, and nurtured by the bloodline of Pangu.

Seeing this, the other Chaos Gods no longer hesitated and followed suit, injecting a portion of their core essence into the blood pool.

After offering their essence, their figures became somewhat illusory, then transformed into streaks of light that dissipated within the Pangu Palace, returning to their original forms or hidden places to await the results.

This is just an investment, an extension of their reach, exploring the possibilities of the future.

As more than ten streams of chaotic demonic essence merged into it, the entire blood pool began to boil.

The boundless malevolent energy and various chaotic primordial energies gradually transformed into a pure and powerful force under the harmonization of Pangu's bloodline.

The thirteen ancestral witches joined forces to cast spells, guiding these forces to shape entirely new life forms according to their envisioned blueprint.

This process is long and mysterious.

After an unknown amount of time, as the blood pool gradually calmed down, the strange phenomena within the Pangu Palace also slowly subsided.

At that very moment, countless creatures throughout the Buzhou Mountain region and even the primordial world felt an extremely oppressive aura brewing.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, overwhelming malevolent aura, like an ancient behemoth awakening, suddenly erupted from beneath Mount Buzhou and soared straight into the heavens!
The malevolent aura was so intense that it almost dyed the sky blood-red, and even the brilliance of the sun, moon, and stars paled in comparison.

A deafening roar, like the first cry at the dawn of creation, resounded through the heavens and shook the universe:

"witch!!!"

This cry of "Wu" seems to contain boundless power and will, filled with an indomitable, unyielding, and heroic spirit of fighting against heaven and earth.

Its fame and prestige were so great that they even transcended the barriers of time and space, resonating throughout the ages.

Countless powerful beings hidden throughout the primordial world and even in the long river of time were aroused by this sudden and shocking change, and they all cast their surprised and uncertain glances.

"From the direction of Buzhou Mountain... what an incredibly powerful aura that is coming from!"

"What are the Ancestral Witches up to now? This malevolent aura is more terrifying than ever before!"

"It seems... a new, powerful being has been born?!"

They all tried to calculate and interpret the secrets of heaven and see clearly the changes at Buzhou Mountain.

However, the secrets of heaven were in complete chaos, obscured by a powerful force.

No matter how they calculated, they could only vaguely sense that the number of students at Buzhou Mountain Witchcraft Academy would experience an unimaginable surge in the future.

As for what astonishing secret lies behind that earth-shattering word "witch," no one can truly fathom it.

Inside the Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou, the thirteen Ancestral Witches gazed at the new figures slowly taking shape in the blood pool, emanating a terrifying aura, and a satisfied smile appeared on their faces.

"The forgery has finally become real, and today it has become real."

"The seeds we sowed in the past are now bearing fruit!"

The ancestral witches exchanged smiles.

The demons were reborn as great witches; this was merely the beginning for the witch race.

They prepared so much for this day.

Now, it's time to revert to those methods!

Inside the Pangu Palace, the thirteen Ancestral Witches sat cross-legged, their bodies radiating a dazzling and vibrant light.

"open!"

At this moment, the thirteenth ancestral witch suddenly opened her eyes and shouted.

In an instant, endless spacetime trembled.

In each timeline, within countless worlds derived from myths and legends, the same cheers resound.

"witch!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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