Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Di Jun's voice was like thunder, but he used the power of the Heavenly Emperor to make it resound only in the ears of these hundreds of demon race Grand Luo Golden Immortals!

He looked at the raging fire burning in the eyes of the demons and declared, "At that time, you will all be lords of the stars, enjoying boundless fortune, receiving the worship of all living beings, and holding the power of life and death over all spirits!"

"May the Heavenly Emperor be eternal! May the Demon Race be eternal!"

More than three hundred demons at the Great Luo Realm shouted in unison, their roars forming a torrent that caused the stars in the heavens to flicker!

Inside the Eight Views Palace in Shouyang Mountain, the Sage of Taiqing sits cross-legged beside the alchemy furnace!

The innate spiritual treasure in his hand, formed from the leaves of a banana tree, was moving without wind, slowly sending wisps of breeze into the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

The Supreme Sage showed no surprise at the twinkling of the stars in the heavens; only the speed at which he fanned himself with the banana leaf fan beside him increased slightly...!

Inside the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, the Primordial Celestial Venerable, seated on a cloud bed, reflected the figures of the demon race in the celestial realm in his eyes.

Looking at the two hundred-plus Great Luo Realm demons, surrounded by boundless resentment and lingering spirits, and the dark brown earth within the Gu Luo Heaven that had been stained for a eon, one could see the scene.

His gaze then settled on Di Jun, who was wearing a golden robe and a sun crown.

A hint of disdain appeared on Yuanshi Tianzun's face: "Born from moisture and eggs, covered in fur and armor...!"

On the East China Sea, at Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island, Tongtian is practicing the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

Looking at the two hundred-plus Great Luo Immortals emanating boundless resentment, and the ambitious Di Jun, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and the sword energy surrounding him became even more fierce.

In the heart of Mount Sumeru, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Jieyin looked at the dark brown soil of the Gu Luo Heaven and the demon race's fortune entangled by calamity energy. His sorrow deepened, yet a hint of a smile remained on his face...!

Zhunti, his hand resting on the Seven Treasures Tree, gazed at the magnificent, radiant Heavenly Court, seemingly lost in thought.

In the Nuwa Heaven, Nuwa, a sage, lay languidly on her cloud bed, showing no interest in the hundreds of Great Luo Immortals or Di Jun's ambitions. However, when her gaze fell upon Fuxi, a look of worry appeared on her face.

After that day, when the beings of the primordial world looked up at the sky, they often saw the stars in the heavens appearing and disappearing, and the trajectory of the starlight twisted and became unpredictable.

The power of the stars scattered across the primordial land was no longer evenly distributed.

Instead, following the will of the Heavenly Court, all areas inhabited by demons saw their resources increased several times over, making cultivation much smoother for many demons.

However, on the vast land, within the territory of the Wu tribe, the stars in the heavens ceased to cast a single wisp of their power.

And the starlight still shines brightly on the sacred mountains and dojos where those great beings of the primordial world reside...!

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, in the Pangu Palace.

A gigantic blood cocoon, after absorbing the last wisp of blood energy from the blood pool, suddenly underwent a strange change...!

Countless cracks appeared on the blood cocoon, and a terrifying aura emanated from it.

The next moment, the enormous blood cocoon suddenly burst open, revealing a figure tens of thousands of feet tall.

"Boom!!!"

With the appearance of this enormous figure, the entire Pangu Palace seemed to have exhausted its power, emitting an unprecedented wail.

The blood pool that once nurtured countless members of our race, after the last wisp of blood energy dissipated, seemed to have been drained of its last bit of life and spirit, and its luster dimmed at a visible speed.

The dried-up pool bottom surface is cracked with countless deep fissures, like the cracked soil on the earth that has not been moistened by rain for hundreds of millions of years.

"Thump...!"

Inside the Pangu Palace, after the blood pool had completely dried up, Pangu's heart gave one last powerful beat...!

Eleven wisps of gray blood energy emanated from Pangu's heart, but instead of disappearing into the figure above the blood pool, they drifted toward the eleven Ancestral Witches beside the blood pool...!

This pulsation seemed to have drained all the power from Pangu's heart, leaving it completely lifeless and silent, like a dead object.

A profound silence fell over the Pangu Palace, the once vibrant pulse of life now gone.

The images of Pangu creating the world, which were engraved on the walls of the palace, dimmed and gradually blurred at this moment...!

The eleven Ancestral Witches, including Dijiang, each consumed a drop of their own Ancestral Witch essence blood in order to help the successors to melt and absorb that drop of Pangu's essence blood and advance to become new Ancestral Witches.

Afterwards, it further stimulated the beating of Pangu's heart, stimulating a vast amount of blood energy, which was consumed in the process.

But after the blood pool dried up, it absorbed the last 11 wisps of blood energy that sprang from Pangu's heart.

The auras of the ancestral witches did not weaken; on the contrary, they seemed to have taken a powerful tonic.

The terrifying physical power was fully unleashed at this moment, and the ten-thousand-foot-tall true body surged once again...!

"Buzz!!!"

The space ancestor Di Jiang was surrounded by a bright silver light, and the laws of space swirled around him, making the surrounding space appear illusory and folded.

His control over spatial power seems to have broken through a certain bottleneck, becoming more profound and powerful.

The Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin caused the River of Time to suddenly flow around him, with the light and shadow of the past and future flickering within it. His control over the power of time became even more powerful and terrifying.

Gonggong, Zhurong, Goumang, Rushou... each of the Ancestral Witches unleashed an aura of primordial laws that was more powerful and purer than at their peak.

After absorbing that wisp of gray blood energy, their Ancestral Witch True Body seemed to have broken through some kind of shackle, and the power surging in their bloodline became even more magnificent.

This wisp of gray blood energy not only enhances their control over the fundamental laws and the true form of the Ancestral Witch.

Rather, it is a comprehensive elevation of all the ancestral witches from the depths of their bloodline.

Before Pangu's heart completely fell silent, it left them with the last remaining, most fundamental power of Pangu's creation, imprinting it into the bloodline of these ancestral witches.

However, this increase in power made the group of Ancestral Witches feel extremely heavy-hearted.

Dijiang looked at Houyi, who seemed somewhat bewildered in the center of the blood pool, and then glanced around at the completely dried-up blood pool and Pangu's heart, which was devoid of any life.

"The Blood Pool... has dried up!" The voice was low and solemn. "The Father God's heart... has stopped beating completely!"

He raised his palm, sensing the powerful Ancestral Witch's true form and its control over the laws of space.

With a gentle grasp, cracks appeared in the space within the Pangu Palace, but the powerful bloodline energy failed to bring him the slightest joy.

In his eyes, there was only deep sorrow and determination. "This is the last legacy left to us by the Father God, which created Hou Yi and also... completely handed over the last of his power to us."

Zhu Jiuyin sighed, and ripples of time spread around him.

"The Blood Pool is the source of our race's birth, and the heart is the symbol of the life force left in the world by the Father God."

"Now that the source of our clan has been severed and the life force of our Father God has died out, from now on, there will never be another witch clan that shares the same origin as us."