Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Mount Buzhou, the colossal pillar formed from the spine of Pangu, stands majestically in the center of the primordial wilderness.

Although the oppressive aura of Pangu above is slowly dissipating, it still retains an aura that makes all living beings fearful.

Deep within the mountain lies a colossal palace, evolved from the heart of Pangu, the very foundation of the Wu tribe—the Pangu Palace.

At this moment, the twelve ancestral witches were gathered in the Pangu Hall.

"I felt it all!"

The eldest of the Ancestral Witches, the Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang, had a deep voice that echoed in the empty hall.

"snort!"

A sudden burst of moisture erupted from Gonggong's body. "It's not just a feeling! The stench of that hairy beast is unbearable!"

"And those twenty newborn auras, the origins of the sun and the moon... That hairy beast Di Jun, he's quite the prolific breeder!"

His words were filled with violence towards Di Jun.

The flames around Zhurong, the Ancestral God of Fire, shot up several meters high with a "boom," illuminating the surrounding area in a crimson glow. He continued, "Indeed! That Dijun, who usurped the heavens and falsely claimed to be the Lord of Heaven and Earth, now even his offspring are favored by Heaven and Earth, born at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm? Then my Wu Clan, the true descendants of Pangu, have become a laughingstock!"

"It's a pity that last time we almost gave birth to that little rascal Dijun, leaving him permanently on Buzhou Mountain!"

His anger did not come out of nowhere; all the Ancestral Witches could clearly sense it. As the cry of the Golden Crow, representing the Heavenly Court's fortune, resounded through the void, it demonstrated that the strength of the demon race was rapidly increasing.

The Witch Clan and the Demon Clan have long been sworn enemies, and the stronger the Demon Clan becomes, the more dangerous they are to the Witch Clan.

Houtu walked gently to Dijiang's side. Her voice was gentle but carried an undeniable power: "Brother, Dijun and Taiyi are ambitious and want to become the masters of heaven and earth. Now the demon race has no place in our witch race."

"Now, with the addition of twenty more descendants of profound lineage, the Heavenly Court's fortune has soared. In time, it will not be us attacking the Heavenly Court, but the Heavenly Court attacking our Buzhou Mountain."

The ever-silent Zhu Jiuyin, who controlled the laws of time, slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for so long. In those eyes, the phantom of the primordial river of time was faintly visible.

As soon as he spoke, the flow of time in the entire Pangu Palace seemed to freeze slightly: "We need power strong enough to tear apart the heavens and even slay saints."

His gaze fell upon the still slightly pulsating heart of Pangu in the center of the hall.

All the ancestral witches' gazes converged on that direction.

Dijiang slowly raised a hand, his voice resolute: "Indeed. Our Wu clan inherits the bloodline of our Father God, and within that bloodline lies the Father God's great power!"

"As long as we delve deeper into the power hidden within our bloodline, even saints are not invincible."

"good!"

"good!"

"It is the power inherited from the Father God, which makes him a match for even the Heavenly Dao Saint."

A resolute and fanatical atmosphere permeated among the twelve ancestral witches.

The twelve ancestral witches used their own bloodlines as a guide to jointly stimulate the primordial essence and blood in the heart left behind by Pangu.

"Buzz—!"

The entire Pangu Palace trembled violently, and the dark red Pangu Heart suddenly burst forth with a thick crimson light, slowly awakening a desolate, ancient, and domineering will.

Twelve beams of blood-red light, each containing special information, shot towards the Ancestral Witch.

The twelve Ancestral Witches roared in unison, their voices, mixed with boundless malevolent energy, soaring into the sky. However, the Pangu Palace completely sealed them off, preventing even a trace from escaping.

They stood according to the mysterious path they had inherited, their figures blurring, flowing, and intertwining amidst the baleful aura and bloodlust!

The boundless blood energy spun wildly, transforming into a massive vortex.

Inside the Pangu Palace, in the void, the laws of nature mourned!

As the auras of the twelve Ancestral Witches merged, a terrifying aura far surpassing the Quasi-Saint level was slowly taking shape!

At the very center of that malevolent aura and radiance, the true spirits of the twelve Ancestral Witches returned to one, and in the deepest part of their bloodlines, they saw countless shattered scenes, and the axe light that cleaved through chaos...!

They "saw" it!

I saw that towering giant, wielding a giant axe, cleaving through the boundless chaos!

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, blurry and indistinct, the supreme power contained within it caused the true spirits of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to tremble and then to be overjoyed!

……

Meanwhile, in the celestial realm, within the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Court, which had been shattered and rebuilt by the Ancestral Witches, now appeared somewhat... chaotic and disorderly.

Ten blazing little suns were tirelessly darting through the heavens.

Their bodies were engulfed in golden solar fire, and although their wings were not yet fully grown, they already possessed the divine steed of their father, Emperor Jun.

However, the uncontrollable true fire of the sun around them would occasionally draw down strands of primordial true fire from the sun above, turning the places they passed into scorched earth.

"Oh dear! My Lingzhi Garden!" A female immortal official in charge of tending the immortal herbs looked at the large area of ​​spiritual plants that had withered and turned black instantly after the golden crow swept by, and she was on the verge of tears.

The demons were completely helpless against these princes who could neither be hit nor scolded.

Taiyi stood in front of the Lingxiao Palace, looking at the chaotic scene. His domineering face was now full of helplessness.

He gently trembled the Chaos Bell in his hand, and an invisible wave spread out, extinguishing the flames on the burning eaves and imprisoning the ten rampaging little golden crows in front of him.

Ten little golden crows fluttered about in the chaos, emitting clear yet scorching cries, their pure golden eyes filled with innocence and mischief.

"Uncle, why are you locking us up?"

"That's right, Uncle, please let us out!"

"...!"

Looking at the chattering little golden crows, Taiyi turned to Dijun, who had a solemn expression beside him, and said, "Brother, this can't go on."

"The children are newly born and cannot control the true fire of the sun. If they stay in the Heavenly Court for too long, it will not only disrupt the order of the Heavenly Court, but it will also be of no benefit to their own cultivation."

Di Jun's majestic gaze swept over the little golden crow that was constantly flying inside the Chaos Bell, his brows furrowed. He knew all too well that Taiyi's words were absolutely right.

As a father and as the Heavenly Emperor, he had to resolve this issue as soon as possible.

"The Sun Star is the source of the Sun's true fire, and it is extremely blazing. Even though they are Golden Crows, their cultivation is currently insufficient, and they cannot stay on the Sun Star for long," Di Jun said in a deep voice, his tone tinged with helplessness. His child's exceptional talent was sometimes a source of trouble.

He pondered for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes: "The only way forward is to rely on the power of the Fusang Divine Tree."

Upon hearing this, Taiyi's expression shifted: "The Fusang Tree?"

"This innate top-grade spiritual root is compatible with the Golden Crow's origin. With this spiritual root present, there's no need to worry about it affecting the little Golden Crow's cultivation. However, it has always been rooted on the outer periphery of the Sun Star's core. If it were forcibly transplanted..."

"A transplant is necessary."

Di Jun said decisively, "The True Fire of the Sun on the Sun Star is too domineering and not suitable for their current stage of growth. We need to find a place in the primordial land where the Fusang Tree can survive, while also isolating them from the outside world and allowing them to cultivate in peace."

"The primordial land?"

Taiyi asked in confusion, "Why the primordial wilderness? Wouldn't it work in the Heavenly Realm?"