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

Tianxuan nodded in satisfaction, his tone softening slightly: "Of course, not causing trouble doesn't mean being afraid of trouble. If someone bullies us, or plots against our Witch Clan..."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Then beat him to death! Beat him until his soul and spirit are completely annihilated, so he can't even enter the cycle of reincarnation!"

"Roar! I like this!" Chi You excitedly waved his fist, his eyes revealing a fierce glint.

This is the style of the witch clan!

As Tianxuan established the clan rules and set the code of conduct for the Wu clan, a mysterious and profound fluctuation suddenly gathered above the Pangu Palace.

That's fate.

The legacy of Pangu, originally scattered among the twelve ancestral witches, is now beginning to truly coalesce into a massive clan fortune due to the establishment of the clan and the formation of its rules.

This aura, tinged with a purplish-gold hue, surged forth like a rushing river, instantly pouring into Tianxuan's body.

"boom!"

Tianxuan's body trembled.

In that instant, he felt as if his primordial spirit had taken a powerful tonic, and the originally obscure and difficult-to-understand laws of the Great Dao suddenly became clear and visible.

The speed at which my thoughts are processed has increased more than tenfold!

In the past, trying to understand the laws of destiny was like groping in the fog, but now, half of the fog has cleared, and the path ahead has become clear.

"Is this... the wonder of being blessed by good fortune?"

Tianxuan was shocked. No wonder the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin fought desperately for supremacy in the prehistoric world, and no wonder Emperor Jun and Taiyi later established the Demon Court.

The thrill of this rapid increase in cultivation speed is simply addictive!

At that moment, an insane thought uncontrollably popped into Tianxuan's mind:

"If... I were to lead the Witch Clan to conquer all directions, bringing the entire primordial land under my control and subjugating all races, how terrifying would the accumulated fortune be? Could I use this to directly attain the Primordial Dao, or even surpass the Saints?"

Once the idea appeared, it grew wildly like weeds.

He seemed to see the banners of the Wu tribe planted all over Buzhou Mountain and throughout the four seas and eight wastelands, with all spirits kneeling in worship, and their fortune soaring like a dragon.

But in the next second.

"Zheng—"

The Time-Reversing Pearl in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly emitted a clear, resonant sound, and a cool, time-related power flowed throughout the body.

Tianxuan shuddered, the fervor in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a cold sweat.

"That was close! We almost fell for it!"

Tianxuan took a deep breath and forcefully cut off that dangerous thought.

To dominate the primordial world? To monopolize destiny?

That's a path to death!

In the present-day wilderness, the water is so deep that the bottom cannot be seen.

On the surface, the three races have just retreated, seemingly creating a vacuum period, but in reality, Hongjun is severing the three corpses on Jade Capital Mountain, Luohou is honing the four swords of Zhuxian on Mount Sumeru, and Ancestor Yangmei is still fishing on the edge of chaos...

Not to mention the Heavenly Dao that has just awakened and is gradually being perfected above our heads.

The Way of Heaven emphasizes balance and the grand trend. It will never allow any race to truly dominate the primordial world unless you possess the power to defy the Way of Heaven.

How powerful were the dragons, phoenixes, and qilins back then? In the end, didn't they all meet their demise and extermination?

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. The Witch Clan, though strong now, is not strong enough. If they jump out to fight for supremacy now, they'll probably be swindled to dust by those old schemers by the next day."

Tianxuan secretly became alert.

"Good fortune may be good, but you also need to be alive to enjoy it. Stay calm, don't be reckless, and developing your strength stealthily is the key."

Having figured this out, Tianxuan's eyes regained their clarity and determination.

He looked down at the group of high priests who were staring at him expectantly, and waved his hand:

"Alright, the rules are set, now let's get down to business."

"From this day forward, no high-ranking shaman is permitted to leave the Pangu Palace grounds without authorization. All are to enter seclusion for cultivation!"

"Cultivation?" Hou Yi was taken aback. "Great Ancestor, we don't need to cultivate. As long as we eat meat, sleep, and fight, our strength will naturally increase."

"That was before!"

Tianxuan glared at him with exasperation, "If you only cultivate your physical body and not your primordial spirit, you won't even know how you died when someone plots against you! Although you were born from the combination of essence and blood and evil energy, because of the incorporation of my essence and blood and the baptism of the Creation Green Lotus, you all have a seed of primordial spirit within you!"

"My task now is to help this seed sprout and blossom!"

In the days that followed, Pangu Temple turned into a hellish "cram school".

The Great Ancestor Tianxuan transformed into the strictest headmaster.

"Xingtian! Sit down! Do you have nails in your butt? You're facing upwards, trying to comprehend your soul. Who told you to sharpen your axe?!"

"Kuafu! Stop chasing that point of light! That's a projection of your divine consciousness, not the sun! Take it back!"

"Xiang Liu! Turn off your poisonous gas! It's killing all the flowers and plants around here, and even the Creation Lotus is almost wilting from your fumes!"

Tianxuan went to great lengths to help these muscle-bound guys cultivate their primordial spirits.

He suspended the Twenty-Four Petals of Creation Green Lotus in the center of the hall, releasing the power of creation to the maximum extent to help the great shamans nurture the fragile primordial spirit seed.

At the same time, he also summoned fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation. Although the Great Witches did not possess a complete law like the Ancestral Witches, they still had some seeds of laws, such as Xing Tian's Way of Battle...

Hou Yi was the first to have a primordial spirit.

He is naturally calm and composed, skilled in archery, which requires extremely high concentration.

One day, a faint wisp of pure air suddenly appeared above Hou Yi's head. Although it was weak, it was real.

He opened his eyes, and his originally sharp gaze now held a hint of agility and wisdom.

"Great Ancestor, I...I think I saw it!" Hou Yi exclaimed in surprise.

"Good! I'll reward you with ten innate spiritual fruits!" Tianxuan was overjoyed.

With such an example, the other high priests were also inspired to compete.

"Damn it, if that kid Hou Yi can do it, then I, Xing Tian, ​​can definitely do it too!"

Xing Tian gritted his teeth, threw down his axe, closed his eyes tightly, and turned red in the face, as if he were wrestling with some unseen enemy.

Finally, hundreds of years later, a wisp of crooked and ethereal energy emerged from Xing Tian's head. Although it looked unstable, it was still a primordial spirit!

As each great shaman cultivated their primordial spirit, the overall strength of the shaman clan underwent a qualitative leap.

Having a primordial spirit and not having a primordial spirit are two different concepts.

With a primordial spirit, one can use spiritual treasures, deduce good and bad fortune, set up formations, and comprehend the laws of nature; one is no longer a brute who only knows hand-to-hand combat.

……

Time flows on, and the primordial chaos forgets the years.

The blood pool inside the Pangu Palace did not end with the birth of eighty-one great witches.

Despite the infusion of the earth's turbid energy and the creative energy from the Creation Lotus guided by Tianxuan, the blood pool continued to boil.

Following the Great Shaman, smaller but still powerful figures emerged from the blood pool.

That's Xiao Wu.

Their strength ranges from the early stages of the Profound Immortal and Golden Immortal realms, and their numbers number as many as three thousand.

Then came tens of thousands of witch soldiers.

Although their strength is only at the Celestial Immortal or True Immortal level, their advantage lies in their large numbers.

The area around the Pangu Temple, which was originally empty and deserted, gradually became lively.