Primordial Era: Something's Wrong with This Generation of Witch Clan

Chapter 1 The Thirteen Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan

Since the creation of the world by Pangu, the primordial world has been filled with constant warfare and killing among all living beings. The primordial land experienced the Age of Ferocious Beasts, followed by the Great Calamity of the Dragon-Han Era. The three races were constantly at odds, suffering heavy casualties due to the machinations of the demon Rahu. They then retreated into seclusion. Hongjun, leading his fellow Daoists, forcefully slew Rahu, thus establishing the order of the primordial world. ♘🐺 ➅9s𝕙ⓤｘ.ᶜ𝕠Μ ඏ🐉

With this, peace was restored to the world, and a magnificent new era slowly began.

After Hongjun killed Luohou, he ascended to the position of sainthood with the power of heaven and earth, becoming the first saint in the prehistoric world and known as the Dao Ancestor.

Later, he opened the Zixiao Palace in the chaos and began to preach the way to sainthood. All kinds of innate gods flocked to it, just to win that sliver of opportunity to become saints.

Now that Hongjun has finished his lecture, three thousand Zixiao guests have returned to the primordial world.

In an instant, auspicious clouds filled the primordial world, colorful clouds filled the sky, and powerful auras permeated the primordial world, causing all living beings to kneel in worship.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

At this moment, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, in the Pangu Palace, is the birthplace of the primordial witch race.

Deep within the Pangu Temple, a group of ancestral witches, who had existed for countless ages, were staring intently at a blood sphere in front of the statue of the father god Pangu.

Below the blood sphere is a huge blood pool, the very place where the Ancestral Witch was born. At this moment, the blood energy in the pool is continuously being poured into the blood sphere.

After receiving this blood energy, the blood sphere began to wriggle, and soon a human figure slowly took shape, which meant that another ancestral witch was born.

"Hahaha, big brother, we have brothers again! I'm finally an older brother!" said the Poison Ancestor Witch Shebishi with a smile, his face full of excitement.

"You're so excited because of this, aren't you, Twelfth Brother?" Zhu Rong of the Fire Witch Clan asked.

"Tch, do you think I'm that shallow? I'm just happy that our Ancestral Witches have gained another powerful fighter."

"Tch!" Shebishi's words drew eye rolls from everyone. He was only so excited because he was going to be the older brother.

In fact, everyone was very excited. This was not only because they had gained another younger brother, but also because it added to the fighting strength and foundation of the Wu Clan.

It should be understood that as ancestral witches born from the blood and sweat of Pangu, they are born with the ability to control a law, and their strength is incomparably powerful. Each ancestral witch is a great help to the growth of the witch clan.

Just as the twelve ancestral witches were exchanging ideas, the consciousness of the already formed human figure awakened.

"What...am I in time?"

"And he even transmigrated and became the thirteenth Ancestral Witch?"

"Wait, I don't think I'm as simple as the thirteenth Ancestral Witch!"

This is the problem that Panhuang discovered after receiving the inherited memories. He was not simply an ancestral witch born from Pangu's blood and sweat. He actually had a physical body, but this body was not the body of an ancestral witch. Instead, it was a fragment, a fragment of Pangu's axe.

Pan Huang was originally an ordinary young man from the 21st century. After waking up, he found himself transported to the primordial world before chaos was divided, and became the spirit of Pangu's axe.

Indeed, through the information inherited from his memories, Pan Huang did travel to the time before the chaos was divided. However, at that time, Pangu was about to create the world, so he was temporarily sealed away by Pangu in order to reduce the uncertainties during the creation of the world.

After the creation of the world, Pangu's axe shattered. Pangu preserved the fragments containing Panhuang's soul and nurtured them with his heart's blood. He always dreamed of reforging Pangu's axe after the primordial world stabilized, but in the end, this wish was not fulfilled.

After Pangu transformed into all things, the Pangu Palace collected this fragment and placed it at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. After millions of years of nurturing, Pangu finally recovered and even took human form with the help of the power of the blood pool.

"I never thought that time travel would happen to me. Now that I'm here, I will rebuild the glory of the Witch Clan in this life," Pan Huang thought to himself.

After he finished speaking, he began to invoke his cheat code.

"System, system!"

"A cheat code, a cheat code!"

"Grandpa, Grandpa!"

He called out several times, but there was no response in his mind. This made Pan Huang, who was originally full of confidence, panic immediately. Weren't these things supposed to be essential for transmigrators?

"Wait, could my system have been destroyed by the Great God Pangu?" Pan Huang suddenly thought of a possibility.

He didn't travel to the present, but rather to a time before chaos was formed; there's a high probability that the system was destroyed by Pangu.

"Forget it, even without the system, I can still make the Witch Clan the true protagonists of the world with my memories from my past life. Of course, I still need to help the Human Clan, since I was a human in my past life." Thinking that the system might be dead, Pan Huang stopped worrying about it.

For him now, his memories of his past life are the real cheat code.

"Huh! What is this? The law I control?" Suddenly, Pan Huang discovered two glowing lines in his mind. When his consciousness touched these two lines, two massive streams of information instantly flooded into his true spirit.

When these two streams of information entered Panhuang's True Spirit, the blood-red figure outside began to tremble violently, and the blood-red color covering the figure gradually faded.

Upon seeing this, the twelve ancestral witches became even more nervous, for this was a sign of the ancestral witches' birth.

After an unknown amount of time, Pan Huang finally finished processing the two pieces of information, but the expression on his face was very strange.

"The Laws of Weaponry, the Laws of the Soul, what the hell is this? I am an Ancestral Witch, an Ancestral Witch! I have no primordial spirit, what use are these Laws of Weaponry to me? What use are these Laws of the Soul to me?" Pan Huang began to complain in his heart.

"Something's not right!" Suddenly, Pan Huang realized something was amiss. He seemed to have overlooked something. He then re-examined the two laws, and when he saw a certain point, a smile appeared on Pan Huang's face.

"This is the correct way to apply the laws of weaponry and the laws of the soul to the Witch Clan!"

Just as he was thinking, Pan Huang suddenly trembled, and a vast aura surged out from his body.

"Is it about to be born?"

Meanwhile, outside...

The crimson hue that had enveloped Pan Huang finally disappeared completely, and a handsome man with a long black robe, waist-length hair, and a well-proportioned figure appeared before the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"This is... the thirteenth brother?" Shebishi asked uncertainly.

Because Pan Huang's physique was somewhat different from the other Ancestral Witches, in their eyes, Pan Huang's physique was rather thin.

When they were born, they were all burly, muscular men. In contrast, Panhuang was clearly malnourished in their eyes!

"I think the thirteenth brother looks quite good like this; he looks very comfortable," said Houtu Zuwu with a smile.

At this moment, Pan Huang slowly opened his eyes.

"My name is... Pan Huang!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. At the same time, an aura appeared in the Pangu Palace and blessed Pan Huang. This was the fortune of the Witch Clan, and as the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, he was entitled to enjoy the blessing of the Witch Clan's fortune.

It wasn't just the Witch Clan's fortune; when Pan Huang called out his name, a strange fluctuation appeared throughout the entire prehistoric world. Some powerful beings sensed it instantly, but when they went to investigate, they found nothing.

(End of this chapter)