Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

Immediately afterwards, a "great sun" crashed into the chaos, exuding heat, dominance, and an aura of royalty.

It was the brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi, leading several Grand Luo Golden Immortal warriors from the Sun Star Palace.

The Chaos Bell hovered above Taiyi's head. As the bell rang, invisible sound waves spread out, forcibly fixing and dispersing the surging chaotic energy in its path, forming a relatively "calm" passage.

Di Jun, holding the Hetu and Luoshu, calculated the directions and guided the way forward. The two brothers, along with their subordinates, were equally at ease under the protection of the Chaos Bell, and with an aura of dominance over the world, they sped towards the depths of chaos.

"Brother Zhen Yuanzi, please wait!" A shout filled with compassion and joy rang out.

Then, Jieyin and Zhunti quickly approached Zhen Yuanzi's side. Of course, what came was just a ginseng fruit clone of Zhen Yuanzi.

The two men were all smiles, seemingly having completely forgotten their previous "serving" offenses.

Zhen Yuanzi's clone glanced at them, shook his head helplessly but did not refuse. He summoned the Earth Book, which transformed into a thick, dark yellow light shield, enveloping himself and also Jieyin and Zhunti.

"Let's go, lest we miss the appointed time." The three of them then stepped into the chaos together. The Earth Book's light shield remained as steady as Mount Tai, unmoved by the erosion of the chaotic air currents.

Jieyin and Zhunti were secretly delighted. This time, they didn't try to "borrow" anything, since the West wasn't severely damaged and had plenty of cultivation resources. But this "free ride" was really secure.

Meanwhile, Nuwa's avatar who cultivated the Creation Scripture also entered the Chaos under the protection of her elder brother, Fuxi.

Fuxi placed the Fuxi Qin (a type of zither) horizontally in front of him, and with a light touch of his fingertips, clear and mysterious melodies transformed into invisible rhythmic ripples, gently pushing away the approaching chaotic energy. The two seemed to be strolling in a long corridor of music, ethereal and otherworldly.

The Queen Mother of the West, in her Yin form, has a Kunlun Mirror atop her head. The mirror's light, like water, reflects the path ahead and also forms a gentle yet resilient barrier of light to protect her.

Dongwanggong also wielded a defensive magical artifact, while the demon master Kunpeng transformed into a massive Peng bird, using his innate supernatural powers to tear apart the chaos.

Powerful figures from all walks of life displayed their extraordinary abilities, some using defensive treasures to withstand the attacks head-on, others using mysterious supernatural powers to resolve the situation, and still others relying on their innate talents to travel through time, all embarking on this perilous journey.

However, among all the figures that entered the chaos, the most eye-catching and the most "unconventional" were Zhurong and Gonggong.

Without any protective aura or supernatural powers to clear the way, the two men, their muscular, bronze-colored upper bodies bare, laughed and shoved each other, as if they were not going to a sacred temple to listen to the teachings, but rather to a banquet between brothers.

"Hahaha, Gonggong, look at those guys, all sluggish and clumsy with their turtle shells on their heads. They're nowhere near as nimble as my Wu clan's warriors!" Zhu Rong laughed loudly, pointing at a cultivator in the distance who was carefully making his way forward with a turtle shell-shaped magical artifact on his head.

"You fool Zhurong, what do you know about caution? But this chaotic energy is like a tickle, certainly not enough!" Gonggong's voice boomed just as loudly.

As they joked and commented on the postures of their fellow travelers, the two strode straight into the raging chaotic air currents.

Shockingly, the chaotic energy, powerful enough to instantly annihilate a Taiyi Golden Immortal, washed over the two naked bodies and produced a clanging sound like metal striking metal.

It only leaves faint gray marks on the surface of the skin, and cannot penetrate deep. Their physical bodies have been tempered by the Nine Revolutions of Pangu and have reached the realm of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, making them incredibly powerful and able to initially resist the outer chaos erosion.

This scene left many cultivators behind them, who were struggling to hold on or had just mustered the courage to step into the chaos, dumbfounded, their Dao hearts almost wavering.

"That? Those are the ancestral witches of the witch clan? They? They just walked in like that?"

"A physical body withstanding the chaotic energy? This? Is this still a living being? It's practically a walking innate treasure."

"It's infuriating to compare yourself to others! We're working our hardest, while they seem to be taking a leisurely stroll?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Those are the Witch Clan. If they hear you, they'll punch you and you won't even be able to enter Chaos."

The relaxed, even somewhat "tyrannical" way Zhurong and Gonggong traveled contrasted sharply with the solemn and arduous journey of most cultivators around them, becoming an "alternative" yet powerless scene on the chaotic journey.

However, this chaotic journey is by no means a sightseeing trip. For those whose cultivation is insufficient, whose magic weapons are not good, or who are hoping for luck, this place is a dead end.

"No!" A piercing scream rang out.

Suddenly, the light from the ancient bronze lamp above the head of an old Taoist priest in the late stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm went out, his protective divine light shattered, and he was instantly engulfed by the surging chaotic energy.

His terrified face and struggling body quickly blurred and faded in the hazy air, eventually disappearing completely, as if he had never existed in this world.

Similar scenes played out everywhere along the long journey of chaos. Some cultivators exhausted their magic power and their protective spiritual treasures dimmed. Some creatures lost their way and fell into the vortex of chaos. Some demons relied on their strong physical bodies but underestimated the persistence of the chaos's erosion. In the end, their flesh and blood melted away, leaving only withered bones, and then even the withered bones turned into nothingness.

The dazzling light flickered uncertainly in the chaos, like a candle burning in the wind.

The figure who was gritting their teeth and persevering just a moment ago may have become part of the chaos the next.

The path to enlightenment is paved with corpses. This road to Zixiao Palace is the first and most cruel threshold set by the Heavenly Dao and the Sages.

Only the truly strong, those with profound fortune, and those who are fully prepared can pass through this veil of death and reach the legendary place where the saint preaches.

The hazy chaos silently devoured the existence of the losers, while also silently recording the figures of the winners.

The hazy outline of Zixiao Palace appeared and disappeared in the depths of chaos, attracting all the survivors to continue their arduous journey towards the source of the Great Dao.