In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

Chaos, disorder, and darkness. There is no concept of time, no boundary of space, only endless raging currents and terrifying demons born from the chaos.

The moment Tianxuan regained consciousness, he felt like a wandering ghost, drifting in this suffocating primordial chaos.

Before he could figure out where he was, a terrifying pressure capable of tearing his soul apart erupted from the depths of chaos.

"scold--!"

A roar, like a thunderclap from the Great Dao, instantly shattered the chaotic air currents spanning billions of miles.

Tianxuan looked in horror—although he had no physical form at the moment, his perception was clearer than that of the naked eye.

There stood a giant whose magnificence defied description, standing on a chaotic blue lotus, with a creation jade disc above his head, and a giant axe in his hand that exuded an aura of world destruction.

That's Pangu!

On the opposite side of Pangu, a long river, whose length is unknown and which seems to connect the past, present and future, is collapsing.

Above the long river, a figure roared in despair—it was the Chaos Demon God, Shichen Daoren, who had mastered the laws of time. He was the last of the three thousand demon gods to obstruct the path.

"Pangu! You forcibly created the heavens and earth; even if I perish and my cultivation dissipates, I will still sever your path to enlightenment!"

The Time Demon God's voice was shrill and frantic. He burned the Chaos Demon God's essence throughout his body and activated his companion treasure, attempting to freeze the moment when Pangu swung his axe.

However, in the face of the ultimate law of power, time becomes meaningless.

Pangu remained expressionless. His enormous eyes, filled with endless vicissitudes and resolute determination, merely swept across the room coldly, and the Pangu Axe in his hand drew an extremely profound trajectory. This axe strike was called "Opening Heaven and Earth."

"Click—"

Without any suspense, the constraints of time shattered like a mirror.

As the axe flashed, the Time Demon God's body and his true spirit were instantly annihilated, transforming into the primordial chaos energy.

With the fall of the demon god, the chaotic spiritual treasure in his hand that controlled time also exploded under the residual power of Pangu's Axe, turning into countless fragments that shot out in all directions.

Tianxuan stared in disbelief, his very soul trembling. Was this the beginning of the primordial mythology? Was this the cruelty of the Great Dao?

Just then, something unexpected happened.

Among the shattered Time Treasure, the largest fragment seemed to be drawn by some inexplicable force, transforming into a stream of light that flew straight toward Tianxuan's location.

The speed was so fast that it even surpassed the reaction of thought.

"It's over!" That was the only thought that flashed through Tianxuan's mind.

However, just as the fragment was about to collide with Tianxuan's consciousness, Pangu, who was swinging his giant axe to split the chaos and evolve the primordial world, suddenly paused slightly.

In that one ten-thousandth of a second, the giant who created heaven and earth turned his head and glanced in the direction of Tianxuan.

The moment he was stared at, Tianxuan felt as if his soul had been seen through. From his previous life as an Earth otaku to his current state as a chaotic ghost, all his secrets were exposed.

Pangu did nothing; after that one glance, he withdrew his gaze and continued to swing his giant axe, cleaving towards the endless chaos.

"open!"

With a roar from Pangu, heaven and earth were first separated, the pure air rose, and the turbid air sank.

As for Tianxuan, the moment he was struck by that fragment, his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.

The last images that remained in my mind were Pangu's meaningful glance and the dazzling light at the beginning of the world.

It's unclear how much time has passed; the passage of time here has become blurred.

When Tianxuan regained consciousness, the feeling of floating and being adrift disappeared, replaced by a heavy, viscous, yet powerful sense of being enveloped.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

A powerful heartbeat echoed in his ears—no, the sound seemed to emanate from his own chest, like the beating of a war drum, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding liquid.

Tianxuan suddenly opened his "eyes," only to find that he hadn't actually opened his eyes, but was observing his surroundings through a peculiar sense of perception.

This is an incredibly grand hall, filled with an ancient, desolate, and profound atmosphere.

The walls of the hall were engraved with patterns of the Great Dao, exuding an aura of power that suppressed all heavens.

"This is... Pangu Palace?"

A vast amount of inherited memories suddenly appeared in Tianxuan's mind, making him instantly understand his situation.

Pangu created the world and perished, his body transforming into all things.

The primordial spirit split into three, becoming the Three Pure Ones; the essence and blood split into twelve, becoming the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

And he, Tianxuan, was actually an accident!

He is now within the blood of Pangu's heart.

"I've become an Ancestral Witch? And the thirteenth Ancestral Witch, not even within the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao?"

A storm raged in Tianxuan's heart.

He sensed his body; at this moment, he was still in a gestation state, just like a giant blood-red cocoon, immersed in a pool of blood filled with the power of Pangu's creation.

Around him were twelve equally enormous blood-red cocoons, which were his future brothers and sisters—Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Houtu, Xuanming, and others.

However, at this moment, although the twelve giant cocoons were full of life force, they only had instinctive rhythms and had not even developed a trace of self-awareness.

"Am I the first one to awaken?" Tianxuan's heart skipped a beat, and then an indescribable sense of crisis surged up.

Because he "saw" the surrounding environment.

Outside the Pangu Palace lies the primordial world that has only recently been created.

At this time, when heaven and earth were first created, although the innate spiritual energy was so rich that it could not be dispersed, it was also filled with something more violent and deadly: the evil energy of creation and the innate turbid energy.

These malevolent energies originate from the resentment of the three thousand demon gods and the destructive power of the creation of heaven and earth, while the turbid energy is the filth accumulated on the earth.

At this moment, these malevolent and turbid energies seemed to have found an outlet, and were frantically surging into the cracks of the Pangu Palace, like black venomous snakes greedily pouncing on the thirteen giant cocoons in the blood pool.

"not good!"

Tianxuan was greatly alarmed. Having thoroughly read numerous primordial fantasy novels, he was all too aware of the dangers these things could cause.

Why do the Wu tribes not have a primordial spirit?

It's because it absorbed too much negative energy during the gestation period!

Although these turbid energies can temper the physical body, giving the Wu Clan a physique comparable to a primordial spiritual treasure, they also pollute their true spirit and erode their innate primordial spirit, preventing them from comprehending the Heavenly Dao and forcing them to cultivate only the laws of the physical body. Ultimately, they are schemed against by the Heavenly Dao and become ashes in the Great Calamity.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Just as Tianxuan was horrified, the black baleful energy had already wrapped around his giant cocoon. A piercing pain instantly struck him; it was not just physical pain, but a corrosive sensation from the depths of his soul.

Tianxuan felt his consciousness beginning to blur, and a violent, bloodthirsty impulse was growing in his heart.