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

"It's time to use this nascent creation authority to try out the legendary mythical Great Luo realm, which may be the only place where one can truly project the power of the heavens."

A surge of eager anticipation and a hint of caution in the face of the unknown rose within him at the same time.

Wugu sat cross-legged in the depths of boundless chaos.

All around was an eternally churning, chaotic current.

Its color is grayish-brown, formless and intangible, yet it contains the immense power of creation, destruction and rebirth.

Behind him stood the "original form of the creator god," whose form could not be accurately described in words.

The statue of the creator god seems to be a manifestation of Taoist principles that exists between the real and the illusory.

How high it is, I don't know.

Countless profound Dao patterns flowed around his body.

Scenes of the creation of chaos, the birth of galaxies, and the rise and fall of civilizations flow endlessly among the Dao patterns.

Its aura is vast, ancient, and all-encompassing.

Yet it also carries an unquestionable supreme authority.

It seemed capable of suppressing, organizing, and even defining the order of this boundless, chaotic realm.

This makes it a stable foundation and launch platform for the outward extension of the "creation" power.

Before the statue, the ancient sorcerer's divine consciousness was serene, with the "Creative Authority," which possessed rudimentary "Heavens" attributes, at its core.

We will fully unleash its mysterious and powerful ability to "penetrate time and space" and "communicate with all worlds".

In an instant, the statue of the creator god trembled slightly.

Its surface is covered with countless patterns that shimmer with light.

Countless extremely faint, almost imperceptible "illusory images of the creator god" appeared like billions of ripples created by a pebble thrown into water.

They separated and shot out from the body in dense, silent bursts.

The number of these phantoms is too numerous to count.

Each one is merely a blurry projection of a creation deity, imbued with a unique "creation" Daoist imprint.

They rely on the immense power granted by the "authority of the gods" to connect different times and dimensions.

Ignoring the barriers of conventional chaos,

Transforming into countless barely perceptible streams of light, they constantly shuttled between reality and illusion.

In the divine perception of Wugu,

Those unknown "planes" that resonate faintly with the concept of "creation" or are accidentally touched by the characteristics of "the authority of the heavens," located in different chaotic seas, different dimensions, or even different law systems.

Each of the projected "phantom images of the creator god" is not completely hollow inside.

Within the core of that miniature "Nightmare World," a faint trace of "divine thought" was quietly "hidden" from the original Wugu.

This wisp of divine thought is like the most sophisticated receiver and positioning beacon.

So faint as to cause almost no disturbance to any plane.

Yet it is incredibly resilient, bearing the imprint of Wugu's will and basic perceptions.

More importantly, at the deepest part of the illusory image of the deity,

It also "seals" a seemingly insignificant but actually crucial "resource".

One of them possesses the power of only a "low-grade innate spiritual root".

The "World Tree Spawn" has undergone special refining and sealing.

To be precise, it is only a small section of a "tree branch" containing the pure vitality of creation and the faint Daoist charm of space.

This object is both the future "coordinate" and the "seed of the Tao".

It is also the foundation for maintaining that wisp of divine thought, establishing a foothold in another world, and even helping that world evolve.

However, the Chaos Sea generally refers to the dangers of the endless void and dimensional gaps between all the heavens and myriad realms.

Endless, far beyond imagination.

Spacetime turbulence, dimensional storms, conflicting laws, concept devouring, and even natural repulsion barriers in certain planes.

Countless unpredictable dangers lurk along the path where the phantom of the deity moves.

This resulted in some phantom images of the creator god not yet reaching their target.

When the raging chaotic sea is swept away by its inherent power, or when it accidentally crashes into a region of rampant law,

The structure was completely obliterated, along with that wisp of divine thought and the tree branch, turning into nothingness.

Some, however, lost their way in the complex and multidimensional spacetime, falling into eternal exile and drifting.

Perhaps it will eventually dissipate due to the exhaustion of its energy.

Perhaps we will stumble into some unknown and desperate place.

The success rate of the shots was despairingly low.

Perhaps only one in ten thousand, or even less, of the phantom images of the creator god will ultimately be "preserved."

And it is moving roughly toward the target plane that it senses.

Waiting is a long and uncertain process.

It may be a thousand years, it may be ten thousand years, or even longer.

Wugu himself was like the most patient fisherman, casting countless "nets."

Quietly waiting for even the slightest response.

Finally, at some "moment" whose exact time coordinates cannot be determined,

One of them was a faint, extremely dim image of the creator god, which had undergone countless trials and tribulations.

After penetrating an extremely thin dimensional barrier, which carried an aura of decay and "end of days,"

Like water droplets merging into a sponge,

Silently yet steadily, it "integrated" into the internal law structure of that "plane" and disappeared into the "depths" of that other world.

Just as the phantom of the Creator God statue successfully merged into the image,

Wugu, the original being seated at the source of chaos, with the radiant light of the creator god statue behind his head, suddenly had a thought.

He immediately established a profound connection through the "Authority of Creation of the Heavens" with the illusory image of the divine statue that had successfully "landed," and with the divine consciousness contained within it, a connection that was utterly mysterious.

It conducted a "sensing" that transcended endless dimensions of time and space.

In an instant, a faint yet exceptionally clear stream of information, carrying the unique aura of that plane's laws and its "current state,"

Following the connection of authority, going back upstream, it surged into Wugu's perception.

"Um?"

Wugu's closed eyes twitched slightly, as if he had "seen" something.

He then uttered a barely audible whisper, tinged with a mixture of understanding and a strange feeling:

"So it's this dimension?"

His "gaze" seemed to pierce through endless barriers.

He fell into that unfamiliar world that had already accepted a trace of his "beacon of guidance."

Sensing the pervasive laws and lingering civilization within, so different from the primordial world.

"We're almost entering the Dharma-ending Age; spiritual energy or similar energies are so scarce."

The laws are obscure, the great principles are not revealed—how interesting.

The Forbidden City, a magnificent city located at the northern end of the Grand Canal, has borne witness to the imperial majesty of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

It has been the center of the world since ancient times, a place of great prosperity and flourishing.

Towering city walls, magnificent palaces, and crisscrossing streets and alleys.

All of this demonstrates the supreme political authority of the Qing Dynasty and its status as an economic hub that brings together talented people and wealth from all over the world.

Within the imperial city, power struggles and intrigues intertwine, creating a treacherous and unpredictable atmosphere.

Every move they make affects the lifeline of the empire.

Deep within this colossal city, in a secluded courtyard room that was neither luxurious nor impoverished,

It was filled with a faint, unique aroma, a blend of high-quality wound medicine and calming spices.

The slightly lazy afternoon sunlight shone through the exquisitely carved wooden window frames.

Dappled light and shadow are cast on the smooth, mirror-like gold brick floor.