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

"What Eighth Brother said makes some sense."

Tianxuan slowly stood up, the Creation Lotus behind him casting countless rays of light, making him appear like a creator god.

"We are formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, inheriting the physical body and power of our father god. But this primordial world ultimately needs more fresh blood."

"Creating a witch race—this method is feasible!"

Upon hearing their elder brother's agreement, the Twelve Ancestral Witches became excited.

"Big brother, how do we build it?" Jumang asked curiously.

Tianxuan turned and walked towards the depths of the main hall, where there was a huge pool of blood.

That was the Pangu Blood Pool that gave birth to the thirteen ancestral witches.

Although they have already taken human form, the blood pool still retains a rich essence of Pangu and the turbid energy of the earth.

"Our strength comes from our blood."

Tianxuan stood by the blood pool, his voice booming like a bell.

"To create the Witch Clan, we must use our own essence and blood as a catalyst, fusing it with the turbid earth energy and the legacy of Pangu in this blood pool."

"But this will consume a large amount of our vital essence, and may even severely damage our vitality and cause our cultivation to regress. Are you... willing?"

Tianxuan turned around and looked at everyone with piercing eyes.

"Hey! I thought it was something difficult!" Zhu Rong was the first to jump out, and without saying a word, he directly forced out a drop of golden blood essence burning with raging flames.

"It's just a little blood, isn't it? I, Zhurong, am full of vigor and have plenty! As long as I can create a bunch of valiant little brats like me, this little bit of blood is nothing!"

"puff!"

The drop of blood fell into the blood pool, instantly stirring up a fiery red wave.

"Zhurong is right." Gonggong retorted, forcing out a drop of blue essence blood containing the power of the ocean. "For the future of the Wu tribe, this price is worth it."

"Me too!"

Count me in!

Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Houtu... one after another, the ancestral witches did not hesitate at all, and forced out their original essence and blood.

Thirteen streams of blood essence, each a different color and imbued with terrifying power of laws, fell into the churning pool of blood like thirteen dazzling stars.

Tianxuan watched this scene with immense pride in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and the perfected power of a Great Luo Golden Immortal within his body surged wildly. The Time-Reversing Pearl floated above his head, suppressing time and space, while the Creation Lotus cast down azure light to protect the Blood Pool.

"Since that's the case, today is the day my Witch Clan is founded!"

Tianxuan suddenly pointed a finger at his brow, forcing out a clump of purple-gold essence blood that was larger and purer than that of the other Ancestral Witches.

This essence of blood contains not only the power of Pangu, but also the mysteries of destiny and time.

"go!"

The purple-gold essence blood fell into the center of the blood pool.

"Boom—!!!"

The entire Pangu Palace trembled violently, as if some terrifying being was about to awaken.

The liquid in the blood pool boiled wildly, with thirteen kinds of laws colliding, fusing, and evolving within it.

Tianxuan formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

"With blood as the catalyst, with malevolence as the bone, with the soul as the pact!"

"Witch! Witch! Witch!"

With Tianxuan's roar, a pillar of blood suddenly shot into the sky from the blood pool.

Immediately afterwards, huge blood cocoons appeared in the pool.

These blood cocoons have absorbed the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch and the turbid energy of the earth, and are rapidly giving birth to life.

"The first to be born will be the 'Great Witches,' second only to us!" Tianxuan said in a deep voice. "They will be the backbone of the Witch Clan."

Time passes little by little.

Finally, the first blood cocoon broke open.

"roar--!"

A roar filled with fighting spirit resounded throughout the hall.

A giant with a burly physique, wielding a shield and axe, and radiating intense fighting spirit emerged. His indomitable will seemed capable of piercing the heavens.

He walked straight to Tianxuan, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a booming voice:

"Xingtian pays homage to the Ancestral Witch!"

"Excellent!" Tianxuan laughed loudly, "Xingtian wields his axe and shield, his fierce will unwavering. You are the first war god of my Wu clan!"

Immediately afterwards, the second blood cocoon ruptured.

A man carrying a longbow and with eyes as sharp as a hawk stepped out.

"Hou Yi pays respects to the Ancestral Witch!"

"Excellent! You shall wield the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow; in the future, you shall shoot down all invading enemies for my Witch Clan!"

Subsequently, one after another, renowned shamans emerged.

Kuafu, a tall and imposing figure, chases the sun and controls the vitality and speed of trees.

Xiang Liu has nine heads and a human body, his whole body is surrounded by poisonous gas, and he controls the deadly poison of water.

The Nine Phoenixes, with human heads and bird bodies, are beautiful yet dangerous, and control the changing winds and rains.

Chi You had a bronze head and an iron forehead, ate iron and stone, and was in charge of weapons and warfare.

Wind God, Rain Master...

A total of eighty-one great witches!

Eighty-one great shamans, led by Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi, Kua Fu, and others, knelt neatly on one knee before Tian Xuan.

They had just been born, still carrying the warmth of the blood pool and the confusion of newborns, but the powerful aura emanating from the depths of their bloodline had already caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Their eyes were fervent and pure, an absolute worship of the creator and an instinctive submission to the strong.

Tianxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over these newly born clansmen. He knew that from this moment on, the Wu Clan was no longer their "family workshop," but a truly vast clan.

"Get up, everyone."

Tianxuan's voice was calm, yet it resonated like a great bell, echoing in the minds of every great shaman.

"Thank you, Zuwu!"

The great shamans responded in unison, their voices shaking the dust that fell from the roof of the Pangu Temple. Xing Tian was so excited that his muscles trembled, and the axe and shield in his hands clanged loudly, as if he were about to rush out and cut down some enemies to add to the excitement.

Tianxuan looked at this group of warmongers and sighed inwardly. The Wu Clan's warlike nature was ingrained in their genes. If left unchecked, these guys would be like a pack of wild dogs, bringing about their own destruction sooner or later.

"Today, the Witch Clan is newly established, and as its Great Ancestor, I shall establish the clan rules."

Tianxuan's expression suddenly turned solemn, and an aura belonging to a perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal, mixed with the pressure of destiny, suddenly erupted, instantly enveloping the entire area.

The previously restless shamans instantly quieted down, each holding their breath and not daring to even breathe loudly.

"The first and most important rule," Tianxuan said, extending a finger, his gaze sharp as a knife, "is that you, as you travel through the primordial world, remember this: you must not provoke trouble, you must not bully the weak, and you must not engage in fights or violence without cause!"

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian was stunned, while Chi You scratched his bronze head, somewhat puzzled. In their inherited memories, Pangu, their father god, was a mighty man who created the world; shouldn't they, as his descendants, have fought their way through?

But they looked at the twelve ancestral witches beside them.

Dijiang nodded calmly, Zhurong pursed her lips but did not refute, and Gonggong had an expression that said "it is only natural".

Since all twelve ancestors have tacitly agreed, it must be correct!

"We obey the Great Ancestor's decree!" Xing Tian roared, "Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be the first to behead him!"