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

The night was as dark as ink, and the Milky Way was dazzling.

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao sat alone on the roof of a palace not far from the imperial study.

His back was straight as a pine tree, and he looked up at the vast and boundless night sky, motionless.

The early summer night breeze swept across the thousands of glazed tiles of the Forbidden City, carrying the faint fragrance of the lotus pond in the Imperial Garden, as well as the faint sounds of the bustling city outside the palace walls.

But these sounds and scents seemed unable to enter Wei Xiaobao's perception range.

His gaze pierced through the layers of palaces and pavilions, through this architectural complex that symbolized the pinnacle of secular power, and directed towards a deeper, more distant, and more eternal place.

The sky was filled with countless stars, like scattered diamonds, scattering across the deep blue velvet curtain, shimmering with light that was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, sometimes cold and sometimes warm.

The Big Dipper hangs silently in the northern sky, its handle pointing east, signifying the changing of the seasons.

The Milky Way stretches across the night sky like a hazy band of light, with billions of stars floating and flickering within it.

Against the backdrop of the boundless starry sky, Wei Xiaobao's thoughts gradually drifted away.

Through my hazy vision, the past three years flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

The three years I spent in the Forbidden City were regular, peaceful, and even smooth.

The position of Chief Imperial Guard gave him real power.

Emperor Kangxi's favor elevated his status.

His progress in martial arts training led to a daily increase in his strength.

The continuous nourishment from the "Light of Creation" within his body has brought him immense benefits.

However, as time went on, an indescribable, deep-seated unease and restlessness quietly grew, spread, and swelled in his heart.

Perhaps it was influenced by the primordial ancient sorcerer's original "divine thoughts" and "Dao heart" that traversed endless time and space, seemingly there yet not there.

Although this connection was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, sometimes breaking and sometimes breaking,

However, its essential, fundamental, and higher-dimensional "imprint" and "inclination"

Like an instinct branded deep within the soul, it subtly shapes the thoughts and perceptions of the projected body.

What kind of being is Wugu himself?

Daring to forge a path in the supreme world of the primordial wilderness, pursuing "proving the Dao through force," contending with heaven and earth, and vying for supremacy with all paths.

His mindset is absolutely "My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven."

It is the "great freedom" and "great transcendence" that breaks all constraints, transcends all rules, and carries out one's own will to the extreme.

Even if what descends at this moment is merely a tiny projection of divine thought,

Even though this projected body already possesses a relatively independent "personality" and experiences in this world,

But the fundamental qualities that originated from the true self, the "seed of the Dao heart" that was unwilling to be mediocre, unwilling to be bound, eager to control one's own destiny, and eager to constantly break through limits, had already been deeply planted.

As Wei Xiaobao was projected into his body, he increasingly felt that his current life was "tasteless".

Yes, it has no taste.

They walked within the fixed palace walls every day, handling roughly the same tasks.

Facing almost unchanging faces, and following strict and complicated court rules.

Even if one holds power, enjoys the emperor's favor, and can utilize the palace's resources to improve oneself.

But this kind of life is essentially still operating within a huge, glamorous, and pre-defined "framework".

His power is growing.

But his vision doesn't seem to have really broadened.

Even the Forbidden City, no matter how large, has its boundaries;

Even the most powerful imperial power is merely the pinnacle of human order.

It is far from true "transcendence".

That intense belief, originating from the depths of the soul and constantly catalyzed by the Daoist heart, that "my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven or man,"

As time went by, instead of being worn down by a comfortable life, it became "more intense".

Like a fire suppressed deep in the heart, it burns ever brighter in the quiet of the night, when one is gazing at the starry sky alone.

Is this all I have?

A voice echoed in his heart.

"To guard this palace and become a powerful head of the guards."

Relying on the emperor's favor and the accumulation of resources, they slowly increased their military strength.

And then what? Wait for another three years? And the next three years? Until we grow old and die within these red walls and yellow tiles?

"No, that's not right."

Another, deeper, more ancient, and more defiant voice seemed to whisper from the depths of the soul.

"They do not respect the gods, do not worship the heavens, and only believe that they are invincible."

Even though this body is merely a projection, trapped in the cage of this world, how could I be willing to be defined and bound by this mere human imperial power and worldly rules?

Strength needs to be tested in a wider world;

The road must be paved through blood and fire, life and death struggles.

Hibernation is for accumulating strength;

Accumulation is for breaking free from the cocoon.

He felt that he "could not continue living like this."

Comfort is both a warm bed and a prison.

An overly stable environment can erode one's most precious sharpness and wildness.

He needs change, challenges, and the unknown.

We need to experience the more real, more magnificent, and more dangerous side of this vast world.

He needs to find an opportunity to go further.

It's not just an opportunity to break through to become a top-tier martial arts master.

It is also an opportunity to break away from the current state of life and step into a wider world.

That night, the projection of Wei Xiaobao "did not sleep".

And so he stayed on the rooftop, enjoying the night breeze, and "watched the stars all night long."

From midnight when the stars are at their brightest, until the Milky Way gradually fades at dawn.

As the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn,

I watched as the deep blue night sky was gradually dispelled by the soft light.

As dawn breaks and all things are at their most tranquil, the red sun finally breaks free from the horizon and leaps out at daybreak.

In an instant, the sun rose in the east, and endless light poured down upon the world.

It also "sprinkled" without reservation onto the rooftops of the thousands of palaces in the Forbidden City.

Naturally, it also "blew past" the projection of Wei Xiaobao, who had been sitting quietly all night.

The golden morning light enveloped him, carrying the unique coolness and gentleness of early morning.

It was as if an invisible hand had gently soothed the turmoil and restlessness that had been churning in his heart all night.

At that very moment, Wei Xiaobao, the projection of himself bathed in the morning sun, felt a sudden sense of liberation and clarity in his heart.

It was as if a lightning bolt had cleaved through the fog, or as if a sudden enlightenment had struck, bringing forth a profound understanding.

All the confusion, anxiety, and resentment I felt last night

It was purified and sublimated in the most magnificent and vibrant radiance in the world.

"Change is necessary."

This idea was clearer and more resolute than ever before.

"To quickly acquire great strength."

No longer satisfied with simply accumulating knowledge step by step,

We must take the initiative to seek, compete for, and create opportunities that allow us to grow rapidly.

The period of dormancy should be over.

Three years in the court had laid a solid foundation for him: status, position, certain resource channels, a preliminary power base (the guard system), and the emperor's trust and friendship.

And most importantly, a powerful physical body that has been nourished to the peak of the second tier by the "Light of Creation" and countless resources, and is ready to break through at any time.

It's time to leave this imperial city and see the outside world.

Go and meet the heroes of the world.

Let's go find that legendary divine skill.

Despite not sleeping all night, he felt no fatigue whatsoever, even though he was projecting himself into Wei Xiaobao's spirit.

On the contrary, my spirit was clearer, fuller, and sharper than ever before.

This is thanks to the continuous, trickling "light of creation" within the body.

This light of creation continued to nourish his physical body, bones, blood, and internal organs.

It also constantly "nourishes" his "spirit" or rather, his soul essence.

This energy level is extremely high, belonging to the top level of energy even in the primordial world.

Although limited by the laws of this realm and the efficiency of converting faith power, the amount of "power" Wei Xiaobao can utilize is extremely limited.

However, its quality is extremely high, and the effects it brings are amazing.

The most direct manifestation of a continuously enhanced mental state is boundless energy.

Their thinking becomes more agile, and their memory, perception, and comprehension all improve.

Even if he doesn't sleep for days and nights, it "doesn't matter" to him.

Simply meditate and regulate your breathing for a short while when you are extremely tired, and you can quickly recover with the nourishment of the light of creation.

Wei Xiaobao stood up, his bones making a series of crisp "crackling" sounds, which were particularly clear in the quiet morning.

With a light leap, he floated down from the rooftop several meters high, like a falling leaf.

The landing was silent, the movements agile, revealing exquisite control over physical strength.

He straightened his slightly wrinkled head guard uniform, dusted off non-existent dust, and prepared to return to his quarters to wash up before going on his routine patrol.