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

After Wugu gifted the sub-section of the "Chronicles of the Heavenly Emperor" to Nuwa and Fuxi, his form merged with the majestic mountain range of Buzhou Mountain.

Wugu did not use his supernatural ability to travel through space, but instead sped towards the deepest part of the Buzhou Mountain, where the Pangu Temple had stood since the beginning of time, in a way that matched the original rhythm of Buzhou Mountain.

The speed may seem slow, but it shrinks the distance to an inch, and every step crosses thousands of mountains and rivers.

The closer one gets to the Pangu Temple, the more terrifying the oppressive force of the will originating from the father god Pangu becomes.

This pressure is not a simple suppression of power, but an absolute dominance at the level of the very essence of life, originating from the awe and trembling deep within the soul.

Ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals would probably find it difficult to even stand up at this point, their primordial spirits would be crushed.

The Pangu Temple itself, with its ancient and desolate form, exudes a vast aura comparable to a top-tier innate treasure. It is indestructible and is the safest sanctuary in the primordial world.

Wu Gu took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood and Dao energy around him. Using the purest Pangu bloodline energy as a guide, he gently touched the stone gate of the Pangu Temple, which was covered with the imprints of creation.

"Buzz------"

Sensing the shared bloodline, the stone gate of the Pangu Temple emitted a deep and joyful hum and slowly opened a crack.

As Wugu stepped into the scene, the view suddenly opened up, and the familiar and welcoming aura of the Pangu bloodline rushed towards him.

After being away for three thousand years, Wugu has finally returned.

When he left, Wu Gu was merely a mid-grade Innate Saint with the cultivation of a Taiyi Golden Immortal. But upon his return, Wu Gu has undergone a complete transformation. His foundation has evolved far beyond that of a top-tier Innate Saint, and his strength has reached the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Dao Opening Realm, making him arguably the number one person below the level of Hunyuan who has attained the Dao.

Wugu's divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly covering the core of the entire Pangu Temple, the vast and boundless Pangu Blood Pool.

At the very center of the blood pool, twelve enormous, crimson cocoons of light, as large as mountains, stood majestically, like twelve pulsating chaotic hearts, radiating the immense power of an early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

These are the cocoons from which the Twelve Ancestral Witches were conceived.

The blood cocoons of the five ancestral witches—Roushou (metal), Jumang (wood), Gonggong (water), Zhurong (fire), and Houtu (earth)—form a grand array of the Five Elements, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of feet. This array slowly tempers the malevolent energy, death energy, and resentment that the Pangu Temple has absorbed from the primordial world, transforming them into relatively gentle primordial energy for the twelve ancestral witches to absorb.

In an area tens of millions of feet away from the center of the blood pool, there are 107 blood cocoons (excluding Wugu) that are slightly smaller. Their auras vary in strength, but they have generally reached the level of Taiyi Xuanxian. These are the future innate great witch elites of the Wu clan.

At the outermost edge of the blood pool, there are 129,600 smaller blood cocoons, like stars, with an aura of about the Xuanxian level. These are the future cornerstones of the Wu Clan, the "Innate Lesser Witches".

Suppressing his excitement, Wu Gu slowly extended a gentle yet powerful wisp of divine thought toward the twelve Ancestral Witch Blood Cocoons.

"Who is it?" The blood cocoons of the twelve Ancestral Witches trembled violently almost simultaneously, emanating waves of doubt and uncertainty.

Since the beginning of the past three thousand eons, the speed at which the Pangu Temple absorbed the evil energy from the outside world has suddenly increased several times. The twelve ancestral witches could vaguely sense that the outside world was undergoing unimaginable upheavals and dangers.

They had long given up hope for this young brother who had quietly left before the Three Thousand Yuan Gathering, his bloodline aura faint, and even thought he had perished somewhere in the primordial world.

At this moment, a powerful yet familiar bloodline aura, so strong it made their souls tremble, suddenly appeared. How could they not be alarmed?

Wugu's divine sense conveyed a clear message: "Brothers, it is I, Wugu, I have returned."

The next moment, Wugu clearly sensed that the intelligence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had fully matured.

The intelligence of the 107 Primordial Great Shamans is like that of a teenager, full of vigor and curiosity. In contrast, the intelligence of the 129,600 Primordial Lesser Shamans is like that of a two- or three-year-old child, innocent and pure.

"They have all developed intelligence, good. Excellent." Wugu was overjoyed.

With a thought, Wugu manifested a majestic true form, 99,990 feet tall, above the Pangu Blood Pool.

His true form had muscles that bulged like a dragon, and blood and qi that surged like the sea, radiating a terrifying pressure that could suppress all heavens and open up the universe.

In particular, the Pangu bloodline aura, which was so pure that it even faintly surpassed the origin of the Ancestral Witches, shone like the blazing sun over the entire blood pool.

"This... how is this possible?" The blood cocoons of the Twelve Ancestral Witches trembled violently, conveying unparalleled horror.

The contrast between Wugu's faintness when he left and his overwhelming power now is so great that it almost paralyzes their minds.

Houtu, the most calm and kind-hearted of them all, was the first to regain her senses. With disbelief and a hint of dependence in her divine sense, she asked excitedly.

"Elder brother, how...how has your bloodline transformed so dramatically in just a few thousand years? Your strength has increased so terrifyingly, what realm are you at now?"

This address of "elder brother" already acknowledges Wugu's supreme leadership position within the Wu clan.

The hot-tempered Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were even more direct, completely ignoring the original eldest brother position headed by Di Jiang, and shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Big brother, what's the outside world like? Is it fun? Are there fights? Tell us about it..."

Dijiang, standing to the side, felt the terrifying aura of Wugu, which was more than ten thousand times stronger than his own. Although he felt a sense of loss for his former "leader" status, he was more overjoyed at the return of his powerful brother and excited about the future of the entire race.

In the Wu Clan, the strong are respected; this is an ironclad rule etched deep in their bloodline. Wu Gu's strength convinced Di Jiang, who willingly accepted second place.

Wu Gu is happy to serve as the leader of the Wu clan. In the future, he will need the help of these absolutely loyal and powerful Iron Rod direct descendants to lead the prehistoric world to advancement, maintain the prehistoric order, and fight against possible external calamities.

Wu Gu laughed loudly, his divine sense fluctuating as he shared some of his experiences traveling through the prehistoric world, including exploring famous mountains, befriending Yuan Feng as a Daoist partner, refining the filth of the Blood Sea, and the final battle against the ferocious beasts. After removing some core secrets, he transformed these experiences into a stream of information and shared it with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The ancestral witches initially found it fascinating, filled with longing for the vastness and wonder of the primordial world.

However, when the image of the final battle of the Great Calamity of ferocious beasts—a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the fall of emperors, and the fierce competition for supreme treasures—appeared in his mind, all the excitement and curiosity turned into a heavy silence.

They finally realized firsthand how cruel the outside world was, and how many life-and-death battles Wugu had gone through to achieve his current success.

Wu Gu's gaze was like lightning, locking onto the Five Elements Array in the center of the blood pool, which was composed of the blood cocoons of the five Ancestral Witches of the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

Although this formation is profound, it is merely a large formation pattern formed when Wugu was weak, and its power is insufficient.

"Behold my skills, brother!" Wu Gu shouted, and the Five Elements Dao of the 9.5 level erupted from his body.

The Great Dao of the Five Elements manifested, separating into the Yin Five Elements (癸水, 丁火, 乙木, 辛金, 己土) and the Yang Five Elements (壬水, 丙火, 甲木, 庚金, 戊土), forming ten condensed, tangible chains of the Great Dao, shimmering with chaotic Dao patterns. These chains were precisely imprinted on the surface array patterns of the five Five Elements Ancestral Witch Blood Cocoons.

"Buzz. Buzz. Buzz." Wherever the Great Dao Chain passed, the original array patterns were instantly erased, replaced by brand new array patterns containing the supreme mysteries of the birth and death of the five elements.

The structure of the entire formation was completely elevated, with the formation's core perfectly aligned with the primordial essence of the five ancestral witches of the five elements.

The new Five Elements Array, representing both positive and negative aspects, shone brightly into the sky, its power increasing by more than ten thousand times.

The area covered by the formation suddenly expanded from tens of thousands of feet, almost covering most of the Pangu Blood Pool.

The efficiency of the formation soared, and the speed at which it devoured and refined the evil energy absorbed by the Pangu Temple was more than a hundred times faster.

The refined primordial energy transformed directly into a vast ocean, pure and powerful, surging wildly into the blood cocoons of the twelve ancestral witches and the one hundred and seven great witches.

They were all filled with shock and ecstasy, and could feel that their own foundation was undergoing a qualitative leap.