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

Thirteen streaks of light streaked across the southern sky and landed in front of Mount Buzhou.

The Pangu Palace still stands majestically, with the mysterious yellow energy and golden light of merit intertwined and swirling in the Blood Pool.

Five innate spiritual roots grew quietly by the pond, the four-colored branches and leaves of the Four Symbols Banana Tree swayed gently in the breeze, and the seven flower buds of the innate gourd vine emitted a soft seven-colored light.

Inside the hall, the Twenty-Four Lotuses of Creation slowly rotated beneath the dome, with chaotic light cascading down like a waterfall.

The Creation Cauldron, located at the corner of the hall, exuded an aura of returning to its origin, intertwining with the chaotic light of the Azure Lotus.

Everything was exactly the same as when I left.

However, the atmosphere in Buzhou Mountain was more somber than usual.

The twelve Ancestral Witches and Pan Xuan entered the hall in single file and took their seats.

The palace doors slowly closed behind us, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Only then did everyone truly relax.

Although the battle outside the Undying Volcano was brief, it was extremely dangerous.

Three quasi-saint level innate saints besieged Pan Xuan alone. If it weren't for the timely intervention of the Azure Phoenix and Fire Phoenix, and the arrival of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Houtu had just sat down when she turned her head and her gaze fell on Pan Xuan.

Her usually gentle and calm eyes were now filled with concern as she carefully examined Pan Xuan from head to toe, as if to make sure he had no hidden injuries.

"Brother Pan Xuan, are you alright?"

Her voice was softer than usual, but it carried an undeniable seriousness.

"Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and Kunpeng—three against one of you. The Chaos Bell is a supreme innate treasure, and the Hetu and Luoshu are no ordinary objects. Are you injured? Has your magical power been depleted?"

Pan Xuan felt a warmth in his heart.

This Houtu sister is usually the most gentle and quiet among the twelve ancestral witches. She never argues with anyone, but every time he returns from a trip, she is always the first person to ask about his safety.

This concern is not just politeness or etiquette, but a heartfelt affection.

From the moment she brought him back to the Pangu Palace from the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, she had always treated him as her own younger brother.

He smiled slightly and said gently:

"Don't worry, Sister Houtu, I'm fine. The Righteous Qi Technique keeps me at my peak condition."

Although Taiyi's Chaos Bell is powerful, it is not so easy for it to break through the defense of the Primordial Measuring Ruler.

It's just that my magic power was used up quite a bit; I'll be fine after a few days of recuperation.

Speaking of which, I must thank my fellow Daoists Qingluan and Huofeng.

They used the Yuanfeng Pearl to help, holding back Kunpeng and greatly reducing my pressure.

I also want to thank my brothers and sisters for arriving in time; if they had been even a moment later, I'm afraid I really wouldn't have been able to hold on.

He spoke of it casually, but everyone present knew that the danger of that battle was far more than that.

Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Kun Peng are three innate saints at the quasi-saint level, each of whom is one of the most outstanding beings in the prehistoric world.

Pan Xuan, with his early-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal cultivation, managed to hold out against the three-man attack until reinforcements arrived. If this feat were to spread, the entire prehistoric world would be shaken.

After hearing Pan Xuan's words, Zhu Rong could no longer contain himself and slapped his leg, the sound echoing throughout the hall.

The Southern Bright Fire erupted uncontrollably from his body, distorting and warping the surrounding air. He gritted his teeth and said:

"They really got off easy this time! Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Kun Peng, three against one, what kind of skill is that?"

If you ask me, we should have chased after them then and stormed into space to destroy their lair! Brother Pan Xuan, why are you stopping us?

Gonggong surprisingly did not argue with Zhurong.

He sat upright on one side of the stone platform, the power of the Weak Water surging slightly around him, his voice as cold as an abyss:

"Zhu Rong is right this time. Di Jun and Tai Yi's interception this time is clearly intended to kill Pan Xuan and his brother."

If it weren't for the protection of the Pan brothers by the Primordial Measuring Ruler and the assistance of the Phoenix Clan, the consequences would have been unimaginable. The Witch Clan cannot let this grudge go unavenged.

Xuanming sat there expressionless, yet the chill emanating from her was even more biting than usual, freezing a thin layer of ice onto the stone platform beneath her. She coldly uttered four words: "Next time, I will kill you."

Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and Tianwu all nodded, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Although Dijiang didn't speak, a sharp glint flashed in his deep, abyss-like eyes.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were never known for their good temper. Pan Xuan was their acknowledged brother, the strategist of the Witch Clan, and the master of the divine path.

Anyone who dares to lay a hand on Pan Xuan is provoking the entire Wu Clan.

The witch clan has remembered this grudge.

Pan Xuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he looked at the passionate and indignant expressions of the Ancestral Witches.

But he still waved his hand, his tone gentle yet firm:

Pan Xuan understands the intentions of his brothers and sisters. However, it was the right thing to not pursue them at the time.

Most of the sacred stars in the starry sky have already made a great oath to submit to the Heavenly Court, so if we take action there, it will be like fighting on foreign soil.

With the Investiture of the Gods and the Primordial Purple Qi in hand, Di Jun and Tai Yi's foundation should not be underestimated.

Moreover, although Hongjun is constrained by the Heavenly Dao, he may still have other backup plans.

The divine system is still in its early stages, and the three races have only recently entered the divine path; their foundations are not yet stable. It would be unwise to rashly launch a full-scale war against the Heavenly Court.

Zhu Rong snorted unwillingly and muttered, "So, we're just going to leave it at that?"

Pan Xuan smiled slightly: "Of course we can't just let it go like this."

However, revenge requires the right opportunity and preparation. Right now, our most important task is not to fight the Heavenly Court to the death, but to continue strengthening the Witch Clan itself.

He paused, then changed the subject, "By the way, while they were escaping, I took advantage of Taiyi's unpreparedness and tried to knock down his Chaos Bell with the Treasure-Falling Coin."

Upon hearing this, the gazes of all twelve Ancestral Witches fell upon him.

The Chaos Bell is one of the three treasures created at the beginning of time, and Taiyi's natal treasure. It combines offense and defense and possesses boundless power.

If the Chaos Bell can be taken from Taiyi, the Heavenly Court's strength will be reduced by at least 30%.

Pan Xuan frankly said, "It didn't work."

The Chaos Bell was, after all, a supreme treasure from the beginning of creation. Taiyi was connected to it in spirit. Although the Treasure-Dropping Coin was mysterious, my cultivation was not high enough at the time, and forcibly dropping the bell was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

I poured some of my merit and fortune into money, attempting to forcibly gain control of the Chaos Clock through the rules of exchange.

However, the accumulation of merit and fortune was still insufficient, and the weight of the trading rules was not enough to shake the connection between Taiyi and the Chaos Bell.

The golden light swirled around the surface of the Chaos Bell a few times before finally dissipating.

The hall fell silent for a moment. Although Pan Xuan's words were frank and open...

But the twelve ancestral witches all understood the information implied behind the words "failed".

The trading rules of the Treasure Falling Coin require merit and good fortune as bargaining chips.

Merit is a blessing bestowed by the Great Dao when the Wu tribe repaired the western earth veins, while fortune is the foundation upon which the divine system continuously accumulates after gaining the recognition of the Great Dao.

These are not ordinary things.

Pan Xuan was willing to use these precious resources to try the bell-dropping technique.

This illustrates the immense pressure he faced at the time, and also the depth of his fear of the Chaos Bell.

Houtu spoke first, her voice still gentle, yet carrying an undeniable firmness:

"Brother Pan Xuan, don't be discouraged."

The Chaos Bell is a supreme treasure from the creation of the world, and Taiyi is a mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

With your cultivation level at the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, the fact that you were able to almost cause his natal treasure to go out of control is enough to terrify Taiyi.

Didn't he get so scared that he immediately put the bell away? That's your skill.

Zhu Rong waved her hand dismissively: "That's right!"

Brother Pan Xuan, you're only at the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, while Taiyi is already at the mid-stage of the Quasi-Saint realm. You're a whole realm apart!

You almost caused his Chaos Bell to fly away. Once your cultivation level is equal to his, won't the Chaos Bell fall down at will?

If Taiyi dares to show the bell again, just take it away from him and see how arrogant he can be then!

Gonggong rarely agreed with Zhurong: "Zhurong is right this time."

The gap in cultivation level can be bridged, but the effect of the Falling Treasure Coin on spiritual treasures is fundamental.

"You only need to improve your cultivation and further strengthen the Merit Profound Yellow Dharma Image. The day your bargaining chips in the Law of Exchange are substantial enough, the Chaos Bell will no longer be a threat."

Xuanming coldly replied, "Wait until you break through."

Zhu Jiuyin slowly opened his cloudy old eyes, and the silvery-white power of time flowed in his eyes for a moment. His voice was hoarse and distant: "I saw a corner of the future."

The light of the Chaos Bell disappeared from Taiyi's body.

Although the image is blurry, that direction is where Pan Xuan was standing.

These words immediately lifted the spirits in the hall.

Although Zhu Jiuyin's time law cannot see the entire future, the fragments he sees are never unfounded.

He said the light of the Chaos Bell disappeared from Taiyi, and Panxuan stood there.

That means it's only a matter of time before Pan Xuan does indeed drop the Chaos Bell.

Pan Xuan nodded calmly: "What Brother Zhu Jiuyin said is exactly what I deduced."

"Once my cultivation reaches the same level as Taiyi's, and I use sufficient merit and fortune as leverage, if Taiyi dares to unleash the Chaos Bell, I can ensure it never returns."