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

Chapter 28 Hongjun's Three Lectures, Two Visits to Buzhou

Upon hearing Nuwa's explanation, Taiyi's face immediately regained its usual arrogant and unrestrained expression, and he even laughed out loud. ♡♢ 👌💢

"Haha, so that's how it is. Since there are drawbacks, then we don't need to be afraid of those witch tribes."

"Lord Donghuang, let's not be so optimistic!" Bai Ze quickly said when he saw Taiyi like this. He was really afraid that Taiyi would get carried away and launch a counterattack against the Wu Clan. In that case, it would be the demon clan that would suffer.

"Taiyi, although we know the drawbacks of the Wu Clan summoning the phantom of Pangu, do you know how long they can last? Or do you have the strength to defeat the Great God Pangu?" Kunpeng asked, looking at the arrogant Taiyi.

Taiyi fell silent upon hearing Kunpeng's words.

Yes! Even knowing the drawbacks, they still don't have the strength to defeat the Ancestral Witch. Judging from the current situation, the Pangu phantom summoned by the Ancestral Witch can exist for at least three to five breaths, or even longer, because it took them about three to five breaths to escape.

If they choose to confront Pangu head-on, let alone three to five breaths, they can withstand Pangu's attack for two breaths, and they can roam freely in the prehistoric world.

"Demon Emperor, I would like to ask if your Primordial Chaos Formation can be upgraded?" Fuxi asked Dijun after thinking for a moment.

"I don't know, I haven't studied the Hetu and Luoshu in detail." Di Jun shook his head.

"Demon Emperor, since the Hunyuan Heluo Formation was able to trap the Twelve Ancestral Witches, could we use an even more powerful formation to trap the Pangu phantom? We don't need to ask for much, just ten breaths should be enough. I estimate that ten breaths should be the limit for the Ancestral Witches." Fuxi analyzed his views with everyone.

If Pan Huang hadn't traveled through time, Fuxi's theory would have had a success rate of over 95%. But things are different now. Pan Huang has traveled through time, and shortly after the first lecture, he led the Ancestral Witches to climb Mount Buzhou and refine their bloodlines.

This was too rushed, after all, it was the first time to summon the true form of Pangu, so there would be some unfamiliarity. Once they are familiar with it, and with Panhuang's help, I dare not say more, but I can guarantee that it will be done in half an incense stick's time.

"Great Ancestral Witch, a Taoist priest has arrived outside. He says he comes from the Blood Sea and wishes to see you," Kuafu said to Panhuang as he entered the main hall of the Qiwu tribe.

Pan Huang's injuries have now been healed by the Divine Forging Law, but the Ancestral Witches are still recuperating in the Pangu Palace, so Pan Huang has temporarily taken over all the affairs of the Witch Clan.

"Let him in," Pan Huang nodded.

A moment later, a man dressed in black robes walked in. Upon seeing Pan Huang, he threw out a blood bead. Pan Huang was stunned when he saw it, as he had not expected that the Styx River would send him seawater from the Blood Sea.

"Go back and tell him not to spend any more money on this. He will be of great importance to us in the future." Pan Huang originally wanted to return the blood bead, but after thinking about the ancestral witches in the Pangu Palace, he put it away and said this last sentence.

"Alright!" The man in black robes nodded, then turned into a pool of blood and floated into the blood bead in Pan Huang's hand.

"Ruyi!" After the man in black disappeared, Pan Huang whispered to Ruyi beside him.

Ruyi nodded and gently tapped the air a few times, causing ripples to appear in the air, which disappeared after a few breaths.

The relationship between the Witch Clan and the Blood Sea cannot be exposed yet, which is why Pan Huang is being so cautious.

"Si Teng, Ru Yi, you two take care of the affairs of the Witch Clan recently. I'm going back to the Pangu Palace." Looking at the blood bead in his hand, Pan Huang said to Si Teng and Ru Yi.

Zhong Ling and Leng Yue are only good at fighting; they're really not good at management. Only Si Teng and Ru Yi are decent at it.

Upon arriving at the Pangu Palace, the entire prehistoric world suddenly trembled, and then Hongjun's voice resounded throughout the prehistoric world.

"The thousand-year period has come; those with the right destiny may come to Zixiao Palace to hear the Dao!"

Upon hearing Hongjun's words, the Three Pure Ones flew away from Kunlun Mountain without saying a word, as if afraid of being even a little too slow. The reason they were so eager was that after the second lecture, the Dao Ancestor said that the third lecture would be about becoming a saint.

After hearing Hongjun's words, the other guests in Zixiao Palace also rushed to Chaos. The content of this lecture was about becoming a saint. If they arrived late and missed it, it would be the biggest regret of their lives.

"Have we finished the three lectures? It seems we can make good use of these three thousand years." Pan Huang thought to himself, looking towards the Demon Court and Kunlun Mountain.

In the blood pool of Pangu Palace, the twelve Ancestral Witches were healing their injuries. Judging from their aura, their injuries should have healed by about 70-80%.

Pan Huang sat beside the blood pool, took out a blood bead and began to refine it. As time went by, the pressure of Pangu in the blood bead became heavier and heavier, but this did not affect Pan Huang.

He discovered that the Pangu's oppressive aura within the blood bead was actually absorbed by the statue of the great god Pangu above the blood pool, something Pan Huang had not anticipated.

Five hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. This time, without the obstruction of Pangu's pressure, Panhuang used all his strength to refine the blood beads in his hand. In the end, thirteen blood beads the size of soybeans appeared in his hand. These blood beads emitted a very powerful Pangu pressure, but they did not affect anyone in the Pangu Palace.

"It's done!" Pan Huang smiled as he looked at the blood droplets in his hand.

The next second, he flicked his finger, and twelve blood beads flew into the bodies of the twelve ancestral witches, while Pan Huang himself ate the last one.

The moment the blood bead entered his stomach, Pan Huang's bloodline instantly boiled, followed by a pain that penetrated to his very soul. Cracks appeared on his body at a visible speed, making him look like a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment.

Pan Huang endured the pain and slowly crawled to the edge of the blood pool before plunging into it.

After entering the blood pool, the pain lessened slightly, but only slightly; the pain was still unbearable for ordinary people.

At this moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, just like Pan Huang, were rolling around in the blood pool, howling in pain. They even revealed their true forms. Fortunately, this place was a forbidden area for the entire Witch Clan, and no one except the Ancestral Witches could enter, which is why they were not discovered by the Witch Clan outside.

It is unknown how much time has passed, but suddenly a soft white light emanated from the Pangu statue above the blood pool, enveloping the entire blood pool. After receiving this white light, Pan Huang and the others gradually quieted down.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches even transformed back into blood cocoons, but Pan Huang did not, because his situation was different from that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches at this time.

At this moment, a black substance was constantly surging from Pan Huang's body. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be countless small black particles, somewhat like iron, but also somewhat like stone. However, Pan Huang was unaware that he had already entered a meditative state in the blood pool.

In the primordial world, time was the cheapest thing. There was nothing in the Pangu Palace to record time, so when Panhuang woke up again, he had no idea how much time had passed.

Before he could investigate, a pitch-black fragment suddenly fell into his arms. He was stunned for a moment, then picked up the fragment. He was shocked to see that it was a fragment of Pangu's Axe.

The Pangu bloodline actually forced out the fragments that were integrated into his bloodline. Looking at the fragments in his hand, Pan Huang suddenly had an idea: to forge the Pangu Axe.

Initially, Pan Huang wanted to transform himself into Pangu's axe and then empower Pangu's true body, thus becoming the true progenitor of weapon spirits.

But now it seems that he did not become the progenitor of artifact spirits, but rather a true ancestral witch, because he sensed that he had also acquired a physical body.

Without a second thought, Pan Huang immediately stepped out of the blood pool. A large amount of gray energy appeared on his body. After the energy dissipated, a burly man, five meters tall, with bulging muscles, wearing an unknown animal skin, with his hair casually disheveled, and exuding an ancient and desolate aura, appeared in the Pangu Palace.

"What is this?" Pan Huang was so surprised when he saw his true form that he couldn't close his mouth. His true form was exactly the same as Pan Gu's. How could this be?

"Father God!" Just as Pan Huang was wondering, a slightly surprised voice came from behind him.

Pan Huang turned his head and saw Hou Tu covering her mouth in surprise. When she saw Pan Huang turn around, she instinctively wanted to kneel down. How could Pan Huang let Hou Tu kneel down? She quickly dispersed her original form and returned to her human form.

"Thirteenth brother! Was that your true form just now?" Houtu stammered as she looked at Panhuang, who had returned to human form.

"Yes!" Pan Huang nodded.

"But that is..."

"I don't know what's going on, but this is definitely my original form." Pan Huang shrugged.

"Seventh Sister, stop talking about me. How are you all doing now?" Pan Huang quickly changed the subject.

"That's great, we have to thank Thirteenth Brother for this," Houtu said with a smile.

"It was no trouble at all, Seventh Sister. You should consolidate your cultivation first. I'll go check on the tribe." After saying this, Pan Huang left the Pangu Palace.

"I never imagined that my true form would be the same as that of Father Pangu. If that's the case, once I obtain the merit of Nuwa creating humans, the merit of creating the spirit race, and the merit of intercepting Laozi, I wonder if I can use this to merge with the true spirit and give birth to a primordial spirit? Just like the Ancestral Witch Houtu in the original story, if I can give birth to a primordial spirit, can I be called Little Pangu?" Panhuang muttered to himself.

After meeting Si Teng and the others, Pan Huang asked if there had been any changes in the Witch Clan during his absence. Si Teng told Pan Huang that there had been no changes.

Since Hongjun began his three lectures, the primordial world has become unusually quiet, even quieter than before. Panhuang thought about it and realized the reason: it was simply because of the Wu tribe and the phantom of Pangu.

"There are still about 2,500 years until Hongjun finishes his sermon. There's not enough time!" Pan Huang muttered to himself after listening to Si Teng and the others.

Ten years later, the twelve Ancestral Witches emerged from the Pangu Palace one after another. By this time, they had all advanced to the Quasi-Saint realm, with Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Houtu even reaching the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

"Thirteenth brother, we brothers won't say thank you." Dijiang patted Panhuang on the shoulder after seeing him.

"Dear brothers and sisters, there are still about 2,500 years until Hongjun finishes his sermon. Our time seems plentiful, but in reality, it's not enough," Pan Huang said to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"I want to climb Buzhou Mountain with all my brothers and sisters one more time. This time we'll only climb for five hundred years, as high as we can, and then come down the mountain. Before those people return, let's maximize the benefits for our Wu clan." As Pan Huang said the last sentence, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes.

"Okay!" Dijiang replied almost without hesitation.

After arranging matters concerning the Wu tribe, Pan Huang continued climbing Mount Buzhou with the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Having climbed it once before, they reached the same spot with little effort this time. Thanks to their increased strength, none of them experienced any discomfort.

Three hundred years later.

At this moment, Pan Huang and the Twelve Ancestral Witches could already see the mountaintop. They could see it with their naked eyes. The mountaintop was at most 800 to 1,000 meters away from them. However, once they arrived, the pressure from Pangu almost materialized, making every step extremely difficult.

Even the Ancestral Witch bloodline, which had been refined twice, now made their bones creak with every step they took, and blood seeped from their bodies, staining their clothes red.

Leading the way was Pan Huang, who was now covered in blood. His face was contorted in a grimace, his eyes bulging out, and his body was practically crawling on the ground. He had to rest for a very long time after each step to get used to the oppressive aura.

The twelve ancestral witches behind him were also gritting their teeth and persevering. In fact, they had been struggling to hold on for a hundred years, but since their thirteenth brother had not yet left, they, as the older brothers and sisters, were too embarrassed to give up!

Another hundred years have passed. Now, they have spent four hundred years climbing Buzhou Mountain, but they are still nearly five hundred meters away from the summit.

This 500-meter distance became an insurmountable barrier for Pan Huang and his companions. In the past hundred years, Pan Huang's physical body exploded once. Just when he thought he was about to die, a strange energy appeared and restored Pan Huang's exploded body. He knew that this should be the remnant will of Pangu.

Therefore, Pan Huang vowed that he must climb to the top of the mountain and see the scenery at the top of Buzhou Mountain.

"Brothers... if you... then..." Pan Huang turned to look at Di Jiang and the others, speaking haltingly, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

Here, every word spoken involves immense suffering.

An apologetic look appeared in Dijiang and the others' eyes. Then, they slowly began to move down the mountain. When Panhuang saw them like this, he turned his head and a determined look appeared in his eyes.

Once Dijiang and the others disappeared from his sight, Panhuang took a deep breath, quickly took several steps forward, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud. His bones were immediately crushed into powder by the terrifying pressure of Buzhou Mountain.

"I won't lose, I must climb to the top of the mountain!" Pan Huang muttered to himself.

In the days that followed, Pan Huang relied on instinct and the movement of his body to slowly move upwards. By the time he reached the 450th year, his consciousness had become blurred, his bones were broken, and his body was covered in blood.

(End of this chapter)