Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Sit down," Dijiang said coldly.

The overwhelming pressure of the ancestral witch spread out, and Qiang Liang's expression changed. He reluctantly sat back down in his original position.

Among the twelve Ancestral Witches, apart from Houtu, Dijiang's strength far surpasses that of the other Ancestral Witches.

Looking around at the assembled Ancestral Witches, Dijiang said, word by word, "I'm not afraid, but I need to prepare for the worst. The Demon Race has the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, and so many Quasi-Saints. Although the Witch Race has the Heavenly Divine Fiend Array, which can summon the body of the Father God, what is the price? Qiangliang, you know best!"

The hall fell silent instantly, and Qiang Liang's face showed a hint of lingering fear.

The Great Array of Divine Fiends of the Capital requires the twelve Ancestral Witches to appear together, using their own essence and blood as a catalyst to summon the body of Pangu.

This formation is incredibly powerful, capable of splitting the heavens and opening up the earth. The first time it was used, it caused the demon race to be completely defeated!

But the consumption was really huge; the Ancestral Witch Qiangliang was almost drained of his life essence during that incident.

More importantly, now that Houtu has transformed into the cycle of reincarnation, the twelve are missing one, and the formation is no longer complete.

Nowadays, relying on their strange demon core techniques and the imperial nectar that falls on the primordial land every full moon night, countless demons ascend to the heavens every day.

With the balance of power shifting, the Wu tribe is indeed at a disadvantage.

"Therefore, we must heed our little sister's advice," said the Ancestral Witch Jumang slowly. "Contact with the human race might bring about changes for our people. Don't forget, Nuwa created humans and became a saint, and Taiqing established the Human Religion and became a saint. Both saints had an inseparable connection with the human race."

"But besides their rapid reproduction rate, do humans have any other advantages?"

"Slow cultivation speed, weak physique, and a primordial spirit inferior to other races in the prehistoric world?"

Can the human race truly bring hope to the witch race?

"Let's give it a try!" Xuanming was the first to speak up. "Houyi is currently recuperating in the human tribe. He and the human woman Heng'e have been Daoist partners for over ten thousand years. This matter can begin with him."

Zhu Rong wanted to retort, but seeing that all the ancestral witches were about to move, he could only grunt and stop talking.

Dijiang finally made the decision: "In that case, we will arrange for some of our clansmen with lower cultivation levels to go to the human tribes to openly exterminate the demon race, while secretly making contact with the humans to see if we can truly bring about change for the Wu tribe."

He paused, then added, "Contact with humans should be conducted discreetly, without fanfare. The primordial land is now teeming with demons; we mustn't let them notice."

All the ancestral witches nodded in unison.

After the meeting concluded, the ancestral shamans dispersed to make their own arrangements.

Inside the Pangu Palace, only the Ancestral Witch Dijiang remained, gazing at the increasingly weak beating heart of his Father God, and murmured:

"Little sister...is this the future you see?"

......

Inside a room in the Bajing Palace on Shouyang Mountain, a bead surrounded by a mysterious yellow aura floats on a futon.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the room, surrounded by faint laws of reincarnation. The Xuanhuang World Pearl was absorbed into the figure's body.

With the dual assistance of the Enlightenment Tea and the Origin of Creation, Huanglong achieved a minor success in comprehending the Law of Reincarnation and imprinted it into the Lesser Heavenly Dao of the Xuanhuang World.

Huanglong originally intended to directly create a small Yin Realm within the Xuanhuang Realm to perfect it, but he suddenly felt uneasy and stopped his seclusion!

Xuandu was not seen inside the Huanglong Bajing Palace, nor in Shouyang Mountain.

Xuan Du was tending to the medicinal herbs in the field, while the green ox followed behind him, occasionally swallowing an old medicinal herb as if it were a blade of grass.

Upon seeing Huang Long's figure, Xuan Du laughed and said, "I expected that Senior Brother would be in seclusion for at least several thousand years, but I didn't expect him to emerge from seclusion in just 300 years."

Three hundred years?

Huang Long was taken aback!

He had been studying the laws of reincarnation in the Xuanhuang Realm and had not paid attention to the passage of time.

"In these three hundred years, has anything major happened in the prehistoric world?" Huanglong asked. Now, the prehistoric world is filled with calamity, and the Dao of Heavenly Secrets has basically lost its function.

Just as Xuandu was about to answer, suddenly, the two of them felt something at the same time and looked up at the southern horizon.

In the primordial land, there lived the Youqiong tribe, inhabited by Hou Yi and Chang'e.

Over ten thousand years, this tribe has long since split into hundreds of tribes in other areas of the prehistoric land.

In the tribe, a small courtyard is quiet and elegant.

There is a laurel tree in the courtyard. It was found by Chang'e when she was gathering herbs in the mountains. It was originally an ordinary spiritual plant, but for some reason it was tainted by the Taiyin energy and transformed into an acquired spiritual root. Its leaves can draw in the Taiyin energy that fills the sky.

Under the tree, Chang'e sat cross-legged.

She wore a plain white dress, her face still as beautiful as ever, but with a touch of mature charm in her eyes.

Her aura flowed freely, revealing her to be at the peak of the Profound Immortal realm. With Hou Yi's guidance in cultivation and the help of the acquired spiritual root, the laurel, to draw upon the Yin energy, her cultivation progressed extremely rapidly. Today marked the crucial moment for her to break through to the Golden Immortal realm.

Hou Yi stood outside the courtyard, holding his divine bow, guarding it like a mountain.

A drop of powerful ancestral witch blood within his body is providing him with a continuous source of strength.

He looked at his wife in the courtyard, his eyes full of tenderness.

His time among humans was a rare period of peace in his long life.

Living among humans, being with Heng'e, and witnessing the rapid development of the human race—all of this made him feel fulfilled.

But a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

Heng'e's cultivation has progressed too quickly, abnormally quickly.

The Golden Immortal Realm is a realm that many human cultivators have cultivated for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years without ever reaching, yet she achieved it in just over ten thousand years.

To be precise, it has been several hundred years. Several hundred years ago, Heng'e was only at the Celestial Immortal realm. Since the appearance of this laurel tree, in just one hundred years, she has gone from Celestial Immortal to Mysterious Immortal, and is about to break through to the Golden Immortal realm.

When Heng'e was cultivating, a faint moonlight would always appear around her. The moonlight was incomparably pure, and even... it felt a little familiar to him.

It has the aura of the Moon.

Suddenly, the laurel tree with its acquired spiritual root in the courtyard suddenly released a large amount of Yin energy, which entered Heng'e's body.

Stimulated by this immense Yin energy, Heng'e's aura changed, and her primordial spirit exuded an aura of immortality.

Chang'e has already broken through to the Golden Immortal realm.

"Yi." Heng'e suddenly opened her eyes, looked at him, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, "I think... I saw the Moon Star."

Hou Yi was startled and looked up at the sky.

It was daytime, the sun was high in the sky, and the moon was hidden behind the heavens, invisible to the naked eye.

"It's not the moon in the sky," Heng'e pointed to her heart, "it's here... a moon was born here."

Before the words were even finished, a sudden change occurred!

"Buzz—"

Within Heng'e's body, a chilling yet pure and gentle power suddenly erupted!

The power, appearing moon-white, surged forth like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard. Sensing this power, the laurel tree's branches and leaves grew wildly, and tangible moonlight dewdrops condensed on its crown.

"This is... the origin of Yin?!" Hou Yi's expression changed drastically.

The Origin of Taiyin is the fundamental power of the Taiyin star, which can only be controlled by the innate deities nurtured by the Taiyin star.

How could a human woman like Heng'e possess the essence of Yin within her body?

Before he could think it through, strange phenomena appeared in the heavens.

"Boom!"

Even though it was daytime, the sky suddenly darkened for a moment.

The next moment, a phantom of a bright moon rose from the east. It was not the real moon, but some kind of projection.

The moonlight, like a pillar, pierced through layers of space and fell precisely on the small courtyard where Heng'e was!

The moment the moonlight touched Chang'e, her entire being began to "fade away".

It did not dissipate, but became transparent and light, like a human-shaped primordial yin essence.

Her body floated up uncontrollably, flying towards the source of the moonlight.