Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

Deep within Mount Buzhou, in the Pangu Palace.

Pan Xuanzheng discussed the subsequent promotion of the divine way with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The framework for cooperation among the three races has been finalized, and the first batch of candidates for divine positions from the Dragon, Qilin, and Phoenix races are being determined one after another.

The next step is for Pan Xuan to personally travel to the three clans and formally confer titles upon them using the Divine Star Seal.

As everyone was discussing the specific arrangements for the first batch of gods of the Phoenix Clan, a peaceful and clear voice pierced through layers of restrictions and entered the Pangu Palace.

"We respectfully request an audience with Fellow Daoist Panxuan and all the Ancestral Witches of Mount Sumeru in the West."

Everyone in the hall simultaneously stopped their discussion. Zhu Rong raised an eyebrow:

"Jieyin and Zhunti? Didn't they go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao? Why did they come to our Buzhou Mountain as soon as it ended?"

Gonggong also frowned slightly:

"The three sermons at Zixiao Palace have just ended. Instead of returning to Mount Sumeru to properly meditate and digest what they have learned, they rushed to Mount Buzhou without stopping. There must be something important going on."

Dijiang said in a deep voice:

"Jieyin and Zhunti have a long history with my Wu clan. They formed a good relationship when they were repairing the western earth veins."

Their visit must have been well-intentioned.

Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan, Jieyin and Zhunti have come from afar. Why don't you go and greet them on our behalf?"

"You are the master of the divine path and the strategist of the witch clan. It is most appropriate for you to go and greet them, which will show respect without being inappropriate."

Pan Xuan nodded and stood up: "Sister Houtu is right."

"Jieyin and Zhunti are the lords of the West, and also disciples of Hongjun; they cannot be neglected. I will go and welcome them in."

Zhu Rong waved his hand dismissively: "Brother Pan Xuan, you go ahead, we'll wait for you in the hall."

Pan Xuan stepped out of the Pangu Palace, and in one step he had already traversed a thousand miles, appearing before Jieyin and Zhunti.

He was still wearing a purple-gold robe today, his aura was as steady as a mountain, and his brows carried the unique gravitas of a mountain god, but his smile was still as gentle as jade.

"Fellow Daoist Jieyin, Fellow Daoist Zhunti," Pan Xuan greeted with a cupped hand and a smile.

"The sermon at Zixiao Palace has just ended, and you two fellow Daoists have traveled from the west to Buzhou Mountain from a distance of hundreds of millions of miles away. The Wu Clan appreciates this kindness."

Jieyin clasped his hands together and bowed slightly: "Fellow Daoist Panxuan, you are too kind. My fellow disciple and I have come to visit without permission, and we apologize for the inconvenience."

Zhunti also clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, his gaze sweeping over Pan Xuan, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:

"Fellow Daoist Panxuan, the aura emanating from you... is even more profound than when we met outside Zixiao Palace back then."

Could it be a Shinto system?

Pan Xuan smiled and nodded:

"By sheer luck, I have grasped some of the ways of the mountain god, and now I temporarily reside in the position of the mountain god of Buzhou Mountain."

Fellow Daoists, please follow me into the Pangu Palace for a chat. My twelve elder brothers and sisters are already waiting inside.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of expectation in each other's eyes.

They had never set foot in the Pangu Palace before. It was the sacred temple of the Wu tribe, a forbidden area formed from the heart of Pangu, and only core members of the Wu tribe were allowed to enter.

Now that Pan Xuan has come to greet them personally and is even going to lead them into the palace, they know the weight of this trust in their hearts.

The two followed Pan Xuan through the restrictive barrier of the Zhou Tian Star Array.

The moment they passed through the barrier, they clearly felt an invisible scan sweep over them.

That was the sensation of the Zhou Tian Star Array. If it weren't for Pan Xuan guiding the way, any outsider who broke in would be instantly killed by the array.

The three landed in front of the Pangu Palace.

Upon landing, Jieyin and Zhunti saw the open space surrounded by the Pangu Palace and the Blood Pool.

Within the blood pool, the golden blood churned slightly, and the primordial energy and golden light of merit intertwined and swirled, exuding a rich life force.

Beside the blood pool, five innate spiritual roots stood in a row, each exuding a chilling aura.

The four colors of the banana tree change, and the primal forces of earth, water, wind, and fire intertwine among its branches and leaves;

The innate gourd vines meandered, and seven flower buds emitted seven-colored light, within which the power of creation was nurtured.

The Wudao tea trees are lush and verdant, with golden light on the tender buds intertwined with the aroma of tea.

Nine golden plums sway on the branch, with the three ancient characters "Huangzhongli" faintly visible on the peel.

The five-needle pine needles of five colors intertwine as shown in the picture, and the power of the five elements circulates endlessly within the pine cone.

Five innate spiritual roots!

Each one is a rare and precious innate spiritual root, enough to become a treasure of a major power in any place in the prehistoric world.

The Wu clan actually possessed five of them, and they planted them casually next to the blood pool in front of the Pangu Temple.

This is not showing off, but a demonstration of confidence.

The guiding gaze continued forward, passing through the palace gate, and saw the slowly rotating Twenty-Four Petals of Creation Lotus beneath the dome of the main hall of the Pangu Palace.

Chaotic light cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping the entire hall.

Beside the blue lotus, a large, dark blue cauldron stood quietly, its runes radiating an aura of returning to one's origin.

The Primordial Treasure, the Creation Cauldron.

The Twenty-Four Grade Creation Lotus, the Creation Cauldron.

Five top-grade innate spiritual roots.

A pool of Pangu's blood. And the Zhou Tian Star Array that covers the entire Buzhou Mountain.

A surge of overwhelming shock welled up in Jieyin's heart.

He knew that the Wu tribe had developed well in recent years, but he never imagined that the Wu tribe's foundation had become so profound.

Any one of these items in the hall would be enough to make powerful beings from the primordial era fight tooth and nail for it.

The Wu tribe quietly placed them in the Pangu Palace, guarding and using them day and night.

But beyond the shock, Jieyin felt even more moved.

The witch clan was willing to let them see these things not to show off, but out of trust.

The witches considered them true friends, which is why they displayed these treasures to them without any concealment.

This trust is heavier than Mount Sumeru.

Since Zhunti and Jieyin share the same mind, they naturally feel the same way.

He took a deep breath, slowly suppressing the shock in his heart, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to the Pangu Temple.

Jieyin also clasped his hands in a gesture of respect. Although the two did not say much, their deep emotion was conveyed in the gesture.

Pan Xuan stood to the side, observing the changes in their expressions, and smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoists, please come in."

The three entered the main hall of the Pangu Palace. Inside, the twelve Ancestral Witches sat cross-legged. Upon seeing Jieyin and Zhunti enter, they all rose to greet them.

Dijiang, as the leader of all the Ancestral Witches, took the lead in bowing and said, "Fellow Daoist Jieyin and Fellow Daoist Zhunti, it has been many years since we last met. You two are even more radiant than before."

Jieyin returned the greeting with his hands clasped together: "You flatter me, Ancestral Shaman Dijiang. My brother and I have come here uninvited and have caused you much trouble. We hope you ancestral shamans will forgive us."

Zhu Rong laughed loudly, "What do you mean by 'intruding'! You are friends of the Wu tribe, coming to Buzhou Mountain is like coming home! Come, come, sit down and let's talk!"

Houtu smiled slightly and gestured for them to sit: "Please, fellow Daoists, have a seat. We have prepared some coarse tea in the hall. It's nothing fancy, but it's good for calming the mind and refreshing the spirit."

Although it was described as coarse tea, the aroma of the tea still startled Jieyin and Zhunti once again.

That was clearly spiritual tea brewed from the tender buds of the Enlightenment Tea Tree. Just smelling the aroma of the tea made one's mind clear and one's perception of the laws became clearer.

This level of spiritual tea would drive any cultivator crazy in the primordial world, but it became "coarse tea" in the Wu Clan's territory.

Jieyin picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

The refreshing aroma of tea enters the throat, transforming into a warm current that rushes straight to the Niwan Palace (the area around the temples), and the soul seems to become clearer at this moment.

He put down his teacup, looked at Pan Xuan with a hint of emotion in his eyes, but quickly composed himself.