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

Chapter 40 Heaven and Earth Sealed, Lich Ceasefire

On Mount Buzhou, after Panhuang finished speaking, the disintegration of Pangu's true form immediately stopped. Then, the group of ancestral witches immediately felt a mysterious power surging into their bodies. After sensing it, they discovered that it was actually the mark of creation, which brought a look of wild joy to their faces.

After receiving the Creation Mark, Pan Huang's face lit up with ecstasy. He knew that the Three Pure Ones' identity as the true descendants of Pangu had been stripped away by the will of the Father God. From now on, they could no longer be called the true descendants of Pangu. They could only be the manifestation of Pangu's primordial spirit, not the true descendants of Pangu. In the event of danger, Pangu's will would no longer protect them.

After they absorbed the Creation Mark, Pangu's true body exploded, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared on the spot. At this moment, their faces were pale and their auras were weak. Clearly, they had consumed a great deal of energy.

However, they only consumed a lot of energy and did not lose any of their original essence. All the credit goes to Pangu Jade Marrow.

Without Pangu Jade Marrow, the Ancestral Witches would be completely different now.

"Master Zuwu!"

After the ancestral witches regained their true forms, the people of the witch tribe quickly surrounded them.

"It's alright, it's alright!" Shebishi said with a smile.

"That was awesome! That was awesome!" Zhu Rong said, lying on the ground, laughing heartily.

"Thirteenth Brother, you truly live up to your name. Without you, we might not have been able to harm that old man Hongjun this time," Zhu Rong said with a smile.

The other Ancestral Witches nodded in agreement. Initially, Pangu's true form was controlled by Dijiang, but after Hongjun descended, Pangu's true form was taken over by Panhuang. After all, Hongjun was a saint, and if Dijiang controlled it, they might suffer losses, since the Ancestral Witches were all reckless.

However, after Pan Huang took over, the battle situation immediately changed. Under Pan Huang's control, they severely injured Hong Jun, but the price was only exhaustion.

What Pan Huang was most proud of was that he stripped Pan Huang of his status as the true descendant of the Three Pure Ones, Pan Gu.

In reality, if Tongtian had treated him even slightly better, Panhuang, influenced by the prehistoric novels of his previous life, would have helped Tongtian out. However, the Tongtian that Panhuang was facing was not the Tongtian he knew, which caused Panhuang to lose all goodwill towards Tongtian.

In the following period, the Three Pure Ones targeted the Wu Clan at every turn, and Pan Huang did not tolerate them. This time, he even directly used the will of Pangu to strip them of their status as the true descendants of Pangu.

"Hiss! If Pangu's will can strip away the will of the Three Pure Ones, does that mean that if a way is found, Pangu can be resurrected?" A crazy idea suddenly appeared in Panhuang's mind.

Having severely injured Heavenly Dao Hongjun this time, they will certainly not let it go. Buzhou Mountain will definitely be within Heavenly Dao's calculations. After all, all the novels in my previous life have mentioned that Heavenly Dao's ultimate goal in scheming against the Wu Clan was to make Buzhou Mountain collapse.

Because Buzhou Mountain was the final manifestation of Pangu's will, once Buzhou Mountain collapsed, Pangu would cease to exist.

"If the Father God transforms into all things, and uses the blood from the Sea of ​​Blood combined with the primordial spirit of the Three Pure Ones, and places it on the top of Mount Buzhou, could the Father God have something to entrust to? Would this allow the Father God to be resurrected?" Pan Huang asked himself in his heart.

Although he knew the possibility was extremely small, he still wanted to try. Currently, the seawater in the Blood Sea was fine; the problem lay with the Three Pure Ones' primordial spirits, as they were about to become saints. However, what Pan Huang didn't know was that after stripping the Three Pure Ones of their creation marks, Pangu's will also stripped them of the Pangu aura within their primordial spirits. In stripping them of this aura, Pangu's will had already extracted a trace of the primordial spirit's original power from the Three Pure Ones, but they hadn't noticed. To them, this was simply a manifestation of the loss of their original aura.

"First refine the water of the Blood Sea, then seek the Three Pure Ones' primordial spirits, that's it." In the end, Pan Huang formulated an immature plan in his mind.

Just as Pan Huang was making his plans, the group of ancestral witches recovered some of their strength and stood up unsteadily.

"My lads, let's go home! Don't waste the corpses of these demon cubs, let's have a victory celebration." Dijiang said to everyone.

"Don't forget to collect the bodies of our own brothers, as they will reappear in the tribe in the future," Zhu Jiuyin added.

"Witch! Witch! Witch!" The group of witches roared to the sky.

Those forces secretly watching showed bitter expressions. No one could stop the rise of the Wu Clan. Even the Dao Ancestor was seriously injured under the siege of the Pangu phantom. Who else in this prehistoric land could be their opponent?

"We can't waste this!" Pan Huang said with a smile when he saw the blood left by Hongjun after he was injured.

After speaking, the power of the law covered the pool of blood. When Pan Huang's power of the law covered the blood, the blood actually emitted a white light. It was actually trying to resist Pan Huang's refining, which surprised Pan Huang.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a situation. If he refined this blood and gave it to Zhong Ling, or Leng Yue, or Ru Yi and the others, he believed that it would definitely greatly enhance their strength.

"Still dare to resist?" Pan Huang chuckled and increased the output of his law power.

After a few breaths, the white light on the blood disappeared, and then a powerful pressure emanated from the blood.

"Tch!" Pan Huang completely ignored the pressure. He could even withstand the pressure of Pangu, so the pressure of a mere saint was nothing to him.

Not long after, Pan Huang refined Hongjun's blood into a pale golden blood bead.

After thinking for a moment, Pan Huang gave the blood bead to Ruyi.

Ruyi's true form is the Heavenly Secret Disc. If she could be upgraded to a supreme innate treasure, it would be of great help to Panhuang. Of course, this is currently just Panhuang's wishful thinking.

"Zhong Ling! This Chaos Bell is now in your hands. Whether you can assimilate it or not depends on your abilities." Pan Huang handed the Chaos Bell, which he had snatched from Tai Yi, to Zhong Ling.

"Don't worry, I can definitely do it!" Zhong Ling nodded very seriously.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether it's similar or different. Pan Huang just wanted Zhong Ling to experience the aura of the Chaos Bell so that she could grow. When he was refining Zhong Ling, he imitated the Chaos Bell.

"Go home!" After finishing up his business here, Pan Huang waved his hand.

The Wu tribe had already instructed its men to clean up the battlefield, and the cleanup was now largely complete. As Pan Huang finished speaking, the Wu tribe members carried their spoils and the corpses of their comrades toward the tribe.

After returning to the tribe, Panhuang took the corpses of the Wu tribe's sons to the Blood Pool. Ruyi followed him in. Now that she had obtained Hongjun's Blood Pearl, she was preparing to go into seclusion to refine it. Panhuang simply arranged for her to stay by the Blood Pool, mainly because it was safe there and could shield her from the secrets of heaven.

After Ruyi went into seclusion, Panhuang returned the corpses of the Wu clan to their original state and placed them into the blood pool. Looking at the blood cocoons in the blood pool, a smile appeared on Panhuang's face.

"Thirteenth brother, everyone is waiting for you." Pan Huang encountered Zhu Rong, who had come looking for him, when he came out of the Pangu Hall.

"I'm done here too, let's go over there." Pan Huang nodded.

"Thirteenth brother, what are we going to do next?" Dijiang asked Panhuang, looking at the celebrating Wu tribe youths.

"Of course, we should destroy the Demon Court! Now that Di Jun and Tai Yi are seriously injured and on the verge of death, this is an excellent opportunity." Pan Huang did not hesitate at all.

"But the Demon Court still has Nuwa and Fuxi, the Ten Great Demon Saints, and Kunpeng!"

"Nuwa and Fuxi probably won't interfere too much in the affairs of the Demon Court. As long as the demon race exists, Nuwa will have good fortune, so she won't say anything. As for the Ten Great Demon Saints and Kunpeng? They're nothing but clay chickens and earthenware dogs." Pan Huang said with a look of disdain.

"Then let's listen to the thirteenth brother." The group of ancestral witches nodded.

"Once we've rested and recuperated, let's launch a counterattack against the Demon Court," Jumang said.

"Alright!" The group of Ancestral Witches nodded.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun stared grimly at the unconscious Dijun and Taiyi. It wasn't that he had any ill intentions towards Dijun and Taiyi; they were currently acting according to Hongjun's plan. What angered Hongjun was the Wu Clan, the Ancestral Wu.

Thinking of this, Hongjun unconsciously touched his chest. Although the wound there had healed, he still felt a stinging sensation when his hand touched his chest. This was a psychological sting.

"You've crossed the line," Hongjun said coldly.

The next second, a glint appeared in Hongjun's eyes: "Crossing the boundary? What talk of crossing the boundary?"

After saying this, Hongjun's expression turned cold again: "Why are you stopping me? If I had used the power of the world to suppress Pangu's will back then, I wouldn't have been injured."

"This is my body. I haven't said anything yet, why are you so anxious?"

"This is your mission; you'd better not force me to erase your mind."

"You can give it a try."

"Hmph! If you dare to obstruct me again, I will erase your mind."

Hongjun's expression kept changing, clearly indicating that this was a conversation between the Heavenly Dao Hongjun and the Xuanmen Hongjun.

"I await the day you erase my mind, but I wonder whether I will transcend the Heavenly Dao first, or you will erase my mind first," Xuanmen Hongjun said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, and his cold expression returned to his face.

"You cannot escape it; this is your mission," Heavenly Dao Hongjun said coldly.

After saying this, he waved his hand, and Di Jun and Tai Yi disappeared from Zixiao Palace. After Di Jun and Tai Yi disappeared from Zixiao Palace, Hongjun took out the Creation Jade Disc. After a flash of light, the phantom of the Demon Court appeared on the Creation Jade Disc.

Looking at the Demon Court before him, Heavenly Dao Hongjun pointed his finger, and the core forces of the demon race returned to the Demon Court from all over the prehistoric world.

Furthermore, a transparent light shield enveloped the entire Demon Court, completely isolating it from the primordial world.

Hongjun had no choice but to do this; otherwise, the Demon Court would surely be destroyed by the Witch Clan, which was not the outcome Hongjun wanted to see.

"The war between the demons and witches has caused endless slaughter in the primordial world, resulting in the loss of life and the rampant spread of calamity. I, the Dao Ancestor, hereby declare that the demon race will rule the heavens and the witch race will rule the earth, and no further conflict shall arise within ten thousand years." After isolating the demon court from the primordial world, Heavenly Dao Hongjun used the Zixiao Palace to spread his voice throughout the primordial world.

In truth, Hongjun of Heaven didn't want to say this, but he had to bring this matter to a conclusion, so he had no choice but to say it.

Just as Hongjun had predicted, when his voice spread throughout the prehistoric world, few people were impressed. When he was still the Dao Ancestor and the first sage of the prehistoric world, everyone respected him and feared him.

However, after the Dao Ancestor was defeated in a sorry state by the Ancestral Witch, many people's awe of the Dao Ancestor diminished.

So it turns out that even the Dao Ancestor wasn't invincible; even the Dao Ancestor could be defeated; even the Dao Ancestor could be injured! This is the sentiment of most people.

In Buzhou Mountain, the Wu tribe heard Hongjun's voice and looked at him with disdain. He had already been defeated, yet he still acted so high and mighty. It was disgusting!

A century later, after a period of recuperation, the Wu tribe recovered some of its fighting strength, and Dijiang mobilized troops once again.

This time he intends to destroy the Demon Court. In the primordial world, there can only be one voice: the voice of the Witch Clan, the voice of the descendants of Pangu, the true lineage of Pangu.

Pan Huang did not follow the Ancestral Witches to fight against the Demon Court. Instead, he came to the other side of Buzhou Mountain, which was within the territory of Nuwa's Daoist temple.

Upon arriving here, Pan Huang saw Nuwa sitting by a pool in a daze, surrounded by many clay sculptures of various shapes and sizes.

Clearly, Nuwa had already grasped the path to sainthood from the Primordial Purple Qi, but she hadn't grasped the key point. Pan Huang smiled upon seeing this, realizing that he had arrived at the perfect time.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you certainly have the leisure and refined taste!" Pan Huang said with a smile.

Upon hearing Pan Huang's words, Nuwa turned to look at him, her brows furrowing.

"I wonder what brings Fellow Daoist Panhuang to this humble place? Are you here to drive me away?" Nuwa asked, since the Wu Clan now regarded Buzhou Mountain as a forbidden area, and no other cultivators were allowed on Buzhou Mountain except for the Wu Clan.

"No, that's not it. I was just strolling around and happened to come here. I saw Fellow Daoist Nuwa standing here in a daze, so I came over." Pan Huang smiled and sat down next to Nuwa.

Nuwa glanced at Panhuang sitting beside her, her face expressionless, and then turned her attention back to the pool in front of her.

"The Three Lights Divine Water is indeed a good thing. If it is combined with the Nine Heavens Breath Soil and the Dao of Creation, it could be used to create something great." Pan Huang scooped up a handful of the Three Lights Divine Water from the pool, took a sip, and said this seemingly unintentionally.

But these words struck Nuwa like a thunderclap, and even the primordial purple energy began to tremble violently.

"Fellow Daoist, could you elaborate?" Nuwa turned to look at Panhuang eagerly.

"Ah! Explain in detail? Explain what?" Pan Huang asked, looking puzzled.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't pretend to be confused. You've come here today to see me, haven't you?" Nuwa seemed to have seen through Panhuang.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa is indeed clever." Seeing Nuwa say this, Panhuang stopped pretending.

"Please explain in detail, fellow Daoist." Nuwa cupped her hands in greeting to Panhuang.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, shouldn't your path to sainthood be creation?" Pan Huang asked this question.

"That's right!" Nuwa nodded frankly; there was nothing to hide.

(End of this chapter)