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

Time flies, and time seems to stand still inside the Pangu Hall, but the world outside the hall is undergoing earth-shattering changes.

As time went by, the Pangu Blood Pool seemed to be a tireless fountain of creation, continuously nurturing new life.

From the initial eighty-one great shamans to three thousand lesser shamans, and now to tens of thousands of shaman soldiers, the once empty and desolate area around the Pangu Temple is now bustling with activity and filled with vibrant energy.

Although the Pangu Temple is large, it can't withstand so many people "messing around" with it.

On this day, Tianxuan sat upright at the head of the main hall, looking at the dense crowd outside the hall and listening to the clamor as loud as a vegetable market, and rubbed his temples.

"It's time to let them go out and explore."

Tianxuan thought to himself. A fledgling eagle must eventually leave the nest; constantly sheltered under the wings of the Pangu Palace will not produce a true warrior.

"Summon all the high priests to the temple!"

A moment later, all eighty-one great shamans gathered in the main hall. After years of cultivation, their auras had become more stable, and their primordial spirits had become much more refined. They were no longer the group of brutes who could only howl.

"Greetings, Great Ancestor! Greetings, All Ancestral Witches!"

The great shamans bowed in unison, their voices booming.

Tianxuan's gaze swept over the crowd, and he said in a deep voice, "Now that the number of our Wu clan members is increasing day by day, although the Pangu Palace is a sacred place, it is not a place to stay for long. As great shamans, you should take on the responsibility of protecting your people and expanding your territory."

"Xingtian, Houyi, Kuafu..." Tianxuan called out several names in succession. "I command you all to form groups of three, each leading a team of your tribesmen, and spread outwards from the Pangu Palace towards the outskirts of Buzhou Mountain to establish tribes and thrive!"

"Three people form a group, supporting each other. When in doubt, they can discuss and act accordingly; when faced with a powerful enemy, they can form a defensive formation."

Upon hearing this decree, all the high priests showed joy on their faces.

They were getting restless inside the Pangu Palace. Although the Great Ancestor's "tutoring" was very useful, for the warlike Wu tribe, the outside world was their stage.

"I will obey the Great Ancestor's decree!" Xing Tian thumped his chest loudly. "I've long had my eye on that hill to the east. I'll take some men there right now to clear the weeds and build houses!"

At this moment, Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch of Space, who was sitting beside him, hesitated before speaking up: "Brother, is it inappropriate to let them lead their own teams? Although these Great Witches have already reached the Taiyi Golden Immortal level and are considered experts in the prehistoric world, they still lack experience. How about... we twelve brothers each lead a team and spread out around, so we can look after each other?"

The other ancestral witches also nodded in agreement.

They cherish these "descendants" very much, fearing that they might suffer losses outside.

Upon hearing this, Tianxuan resolutely shook his head.

"No."

His gaze deepened and became serious: "Dijiang, you must remember this. The foundation of the Wu tribe lies not in the number of its members, but in the thirteen of us!"

"As long as we stand, the Witch Clan will never perish. If we are weak, even with hundreds of millions of members, we will be nothing more than food for others."

"The situation in the primordial world is currently unclear and uncertain. Your primary task now is not to act as caretakers, but to cultivate! Cultivate with all your might!"

Tianxuan pointed outside the hall: "This is Mount Buzhou, the backbone of the Father God, and also our home ground. Twenty-seven tribes guard the Pangu Palace. If any fools dare to cause trouble here, we can go and support them later."

Upon hearing his elder brother's words, Dijiang and the others felt a chill run down their spines and lowered their heads in shame.

"Brother's words are right; we were too attached to appearances."

Subsequently, a massive "family division" operation began.

Twenty-seven teams, like twenty-seven long dragons, meandered away from the Pangu Temple.

Xing Tian, ​​along with Chi You and Feng Bo, occupied a precipitous mountain peak. These three violent madmen simply blasted the mountaintop flat with their fists, built rough stone houses with huge rocks, and erected a huge totem pole in the center of the tribe, which was engraved with the scene of Pangu creating the world.

Da Yi, Yu Shi, and Jiu Feng chose a scenic valley. They brought in a clear spring, planted spiritual trees, and built their tribe in a well-organized manner, even setting up some simple defensive formations.

Xiang Liu then led his people to a swamp, a place teeming with poisonous insects, a place most people would avoid, but for the Wu clan who cultivated the laws of poison, it was a paradise.

……

In just a few years, twenty-seven Wu tribes were scattered around Buzhou Mountain like stars in the sky.

Although they separated, they did not lose contact.

Tianxuan assigned each tribe a special task—to collect resources.

"All members of my Wu Clan shall search their territories for innate spiritual treasures and roots. The treasures shall be sealed and stored for future use; the roots, regardless of grade, shall all be brought back to the Pangu Palace and placed into the Blood Pool!"

Although the order was strange, the high priests carried it out meticulously.

So every day, a great shaman would carry all sorts of exotic flowers and herbs back to the Pangu Temple.

"This is a he shou wu (Polygonum multiflorum) I dug up on the back hill. It's practically a spirit; it tried to run away, but I slapped it unconscious!"

"This is a low-grade innate spiritual root called 'Heart-Cleansing Grass'..."

As each of those spiritual roots was thrown into the boiling blood.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The spiritual root entered the pool and instantly transformed into pure plant life, merging into the turbid evil energy.

The originally raging blood pool became even more vibrant thanks to the life force of these plants.

The newly born witch clan still possessed formidable physical strength, but their brutal killing intent had diminished, replaced by a more agile and lively aura.

More importantly, with the establishment of the tribe and the integration of resources, an unprecedentedly vast fortune began to converge on the Pangu Temple.

If the previous fortune was a small river, then now it is a vast ocean!

Tianxuan sat cross-legged on the twenty-fourth grade Creation Green Lotus, with the Reverse Time Pearl slowly rotating above his head, sending down countless threads of time.

The rich aura of the clan, like golden mist, enveloped his entire being.

"call……"

Tianxuan took a deep breath and felt refreshed and clear-headed.

Not only him, but the other twelve Ancestral Witches were also frantically breaking through in their respective secret chambers.

Dijiang's spatial laws became increasingly harmonious, even capable of creating stable small worlds in the void. Zhujiuyin's time laws became even more bizarre, with a single glance spanning ten thousand years no longer an illusion. Zhurong's flames began to transform into "fire of nothingness"...

The entire witch clan was frantically gathering strength in the calm before the storm.

However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on.

until.

The primordial west.

At the foot of Mount Sumeru, the Demon Ancestor Rahu looked at the four divine swords radiating overwhelming killing intent before him—the Four Swords of Immortal Slaughter—his eyes flashing with a mad light.

"Hongjun, do you think you've already won?"

"I, Luo Hou, offer sacrifices to the ancestral lineage of the West and draw upon the resentment of countless living beings. Today, I demand that this primordial world celebrate for my demonic path!"

"burst!!!"

With a roar from Rahu.

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening roar, powerful enough to shatter the heavens, echoed from the far west of the primordial wilderness.

At this moment, whether it was a powerful being high above the heavens or an ant buried deep underground, everyone felt a tremor originating from the depths of their souls.