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

Pan Xuan's gaze slowly swept across the hall.

The twelve Ancestral Witches gathered, the Three Pure Ones were seated, the heart of Pangu beat slowly on the roof of the hall, and the aura of the Father God permeated every corner.

He took a deep breath and uttered a single word: "Yes."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Pan Xuan stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stood in the center of the hall. His voice was steady and solemn: "Father God created heaven and earth and transformed into all things."

Their essence and blood transformed into the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and their primordial spirits transformed into the Three Pure Ones.

For countless ages, essence and blood have been separate from the primordial spirit, and the physical body and the primordial spirit have each followed their own path.

The mark that Hongjun planted in the Heavenly Dao has now been personally confirmed by three fellow Daoists.

The fact that this mark can affect both the essence and blood meridians and the primordial spirit meridians simultaneously indicates that it is not targeting one side, but rather the entire descendant of Pangu.

Therefore, to completely eradicate this mark, neither the power of essence blood nor the power of the primordial spirit alone is enough.

The Father God's physical body and primordial spirit must be reunited; even if it's just a phantom, it will be enough to expose all the hidden forces within the Heavenly Dao.

Lao Tzu sat upright on a futon, his eyes slightly closed, with the yin and yang energies slowly flowing within them.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "What Fellow Daoist Panxuan said is indeed feasible."

When the physical phantom of the Father God merges with the phantom of his primordial spirit, it can briefly recreate the complete form of the Father God when he created chaos.

That power was enough to cause an unprecedented upheaval in the Heavenly Dao, shaking out all the marks hidden in the gaps of the laws.

However, there has never been a precedent for this.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons and the Three Pure Ones and Three Powers—these two great formations have never truly merged since their inception.

Yuanshi placed the Pangu Banner across his lap and gently tapped the banner surface several times with his fingers.

After a moment, he raised his head, his tone unusually resolute:

"It was precisely because there was no precedent that Hongjun was completely unprepared."

He feared that his essence and blood would join forces with his primordial spirit, so he dared to plant a mark in the Heavenly Dao.

Our joining forces now is the first step in breaking this deadlock.

The Tongtian Sect Leader was even more decisive; the Four Swords of Zhuxian emitted a clear and melodious sword cry from behind him:

"Since the decision has been made, why say more?"

With the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones joining forces, who in the primordial world could stop them?

Even if Hongjun himself were to take action, he might not be able to gain the upper hand against the complete phantom of the Father God.

Pan Xuan looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Dijiang slowly stood up, his voice as steady as a mountain: "The Wu Clan has no objections. The Dutian Divine Fiend Array can be activated at any time."

Zhu Rong stood up abruptly, the Southern Bright Fire blazing around him, and grinned:

"It should have been done a long time ago!"

With the twelve of us plus those three, and the Father God's essence and primordial spirit, we've already won this battle before it even begins!

Gonggong, unusually, did not refute him, but simply stood silently in his position.

Xuanming, Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and Tianwu also stood up.

Pan Xuan nodded and turned to Houtu:

"Sister Houtu, you are the only one among the Twelve Ancestral Witches who possesses a primordial spirit, and you have also comprehended the Dao of Reincarnation in the Blood Sea Netherworld Cave."

When the illusory image of the Father God merges with yours, your primordial spirit will be most sensitive.

If there are any unusual movements in the Heavenly Dao, inform me immediately.

Houtu responded softly, "Okay."

Pan Xuan then turned to Laozi: "Fellow Daoists, please."

The gates of the Pangu Temple slowly closed.

The heavy, chaotic stone gate shut out everything from the outside world, yet the light inside the hall shone even brighter.

Above the dome, the palace walls formed from the heart of Pangu emanated a warm and ancient pulse, each beat resonating with the laws within the palace.

The Zhou Tian Star Array slowly rotated on the roof of the hall, and 365 rays of starlight poured down like a water curtain, enveloping the entire hall in a dazzling starlight.

Outside the hall, five innate spiritual roots grew quietly by the blood pool, while the Wu tribe members in Buzhou Mountain continued their cultivation, training, and patrols as usual.

No one knew that within this temple, a ceremony that would rewrite the entire primordial world was about to begin.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones did not choose to summon the phantoms outside the hall, but instead did so inside the Pangu Hall.

The Pangu Palace is formed from the heart of Pangu, and is the most sacred and hidden place in the primordial world.

Here, the aura of the Father God permeates every inch of space, and no external divine sense can penetrate it.

More importantly, the heart of Pangu itself can perfectly conceal all anomalies.

No matter how violent the laws of the palace fluctuate, the outside world cannot perceive it at all.

Only those inside the hall could personally experience this unprecedented fusion.

Pan Xuan stood in the center of the hall, his hands behind his back.

He didn't need to participate in the operation of the two great formations, but his divine sense was tightly locked onto every fluctuation of the laws within the hall.

His duty is to oversee the entire realm and ensure that this ritual of union of body and soul proceeds without any mishaps.

"Let's begin." Pan Xuan's voice was calm and solemn.

The twelve ancestral witches were the first to move.

They took their positions according to the orientation of the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons.

Di Jiang stood due east, with the laws of space emerging behind him. The chaotic light swirled slowly like a vortex, and even the air around him became deep and distorted.

Zhu Jiuyin stood in the due west, the laws of time transforming into a silvery-white river of time, meandering and flowing around him.

Zhu Rong stood in the south, stepping on the Nanming Li Fire. The laws of fire burned fiercely, and the crimson flames turned half of the palace wall red.

Gonggong stood facing due north, surrounded by surging weak waters. The laws of water were as deep as an abyss, and the black water light echoed the firelight of Zhurong.

The Xuanming's icy laws emanated a chilling aura that froze everything in the northeast direction, and wherever the icy white light passed, the air condensed into frost.

Houtu's earthly laws, located in the southwest, bear the weight of the earth, its earth-yellow light as steady as a mountain.

Jumang's Law of Verdant Wood, Rushou's Law of Sharp Metal, Qiangliang's Law of Thunder, Xizi's Law of Lightning, Shebishi's Law of Poisonous Mist, and Tianwu's Law of Storms.

The twelve ancestral witches and the twelve laws manifested simultaneously in the Pangu Palace.

The twelve rays of light intertwined, forming an unimaginable pressure.

"All Heavenly Gods and Demons—Rise!" Di Jiang shouted, and the twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously unleashed their full power.

The twelve laws of power merged into one at this moment, transforming into a chaotic pillar of light that shot into the sky from the positions of the twelve Ancestral Witches.

The beam of light was not thick, but it was extremely concentrated, as if all the chaos at the beginning of time had been compressed into this one beam of light.

Within the pillar of light, a phantom was slowly coalescing.

The phantom was initially just a blurry outline, like a mass of chaos compressed to its limit.

But soon, the outline began to become clear.

It was a towering giant, though compressed to a height of several meters, it still exuded a majestic aura that could support the heavens and the earth.

His body was formed from the purest power, with every muscle rising like a mountain and every vein surging like a river.

His skin was bronze, with a chaotic light flowing across its surface, within which faint images of creation and destruction were circulating.

His face was resolute and dignified, and although his eyes were not open, one could already feel a terrifying power capable of tearing apart the chaos.

The phantom of Pangu's physical body, the incarnation of the Father God's physical body.

At the same time, the Three Pure Ones also made their move.

Taiqing Laozi occupied the heavenly position, and the Taiji diagram slowly rotated beneath his feet.

The yin and yang energies swirled around him like two dragons, one black and one white, one hard and one soft, intertwined yet clearly distinct.

Yuqing Yuanshi occupied the position, with the Pangu Banner fluttering behind him.

The chaotic energy on the banner surged endlessly, each wisp of which contained the primordial power that created the world.

Shangqing Tongtian occupied the human position, with the Four Swords of Zhuxian swirling around him, each of the four killing swords emitting a clear and melodious sword cry.

The killing intent and malevolent energy on the sword were intertwined, yet they were firmly controlled by the sword heart of the Tongtian Sect Master, transforming into the purest sword intent and sharpness.

"The Three Pure Ones return to one, the primordial spirit returns to its rightful place!"

The voice of Laozi seemed to come from ancient times, and every word contained the sound of the Great Dao.

Three beams of light simultaneously shot into the sky from the Three Pure Ones.

The Yin-Yang light of Taiqing Laozi, the Chaos light of Yuqing Yuanshi, and the Sword Intent light of Shangqing Tongtian.

Three beams of light converged and merged beneath the dome of the Pangu Palace, gradually transforming into a phantom-like and ancient figure.

The figure wasn't tall, yet it seemed to fill the entire world.

His face was blurry, but his eyes shone as brightly as the sun and moon.

He didn't exude any pressure, yet he plunged the entire hall into an extreme silence.

His aura was ethereal and clear, as if it encompassed the execution of all laws in the world, and as if it understood all the mysteries of the birth and death of all things.

The phantom of Pangu's primordial spirit, an incarnation of the Father God's primordial

Two phantom images of Pangu, one towering to the heavens and standing upright, the other ethereal and clear;

One exudes the immense power of creation, the other radiates the wisdom of understanding all things.

They share the same origin and roots, yet they have never appeared in the same space-time at the same time.

For countless ages, essence and spirit have gone their separate ways, and the physical body and the spirit have never met.

Today, in the Pangu Temple, within the sacred hall formed from the heart of the Father God, they finally stand together.

The twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously sensed the tremors of the Father God's illusory physical body.

That's not external interference, but rather resonance from the same source.

Upon sensing the presence of the illusory primordial spirit, the physical phantom instinctively wanted to merge with it.

It was a longing that originated from the depths of the Father God's bloodline, an instinctive impulse for the essence and spirit to reunite after countless years of separation.

The Three Pure Ones also sensed the same tremor. The illusory primordial spirit sensed the illusory physical body afterward.

A flicker of emotion, unlike anything seen before, flashed in those bright, sun-and-moon-like eyes.

That is the response of wisdom to power, the recognition of the physical body by the primordial spirit.

"Unity of spirit and body."

Pan Xuan stood in the center of the hall, hands behind his back, his voice piercing through the roar of all the laws, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones simultaneously unleashed their full power, and the illusory images of Pangu's physical body and Pangu's primordial spirit slowly approached each other.

The moment the edges of the two illusory figures touched, the laws within the hall surged violently like boiling magma.

The chaotic light and the ethereal light of wisdom collided and sparked brilliant flames, each flame containing a terrifying power capable of destroying an entire world.

But the Pangu Palace withstood all of this steadily.

The palace walls, formed from the heart of Pangu, emanated a warm and ancient pulse, absorbing, dissolving, and integrating all the impacts into the aura of the Father God.

The people in the hall could feel the earth-shattering power, but they were not harmed by it.

The fusion of Pangu's physical body and his primordial spirit was proceeding slowly but steadily.

The chaotic light of the physical body's phantom intertwined with the wisdom light of the primordial spirit's phantom, like a creation scroll being redrawn.

When the fusion was halfway through, the Taiji diagram beneath Laozi's feet suddenly emitted a clear and melodious hum, and flew up from his feet on its own, transforming into a black and white streak of light that shot toward the right hand of the phantom.

At the same time, the Pangu Banner in Yuqing Yuanshi's hand also trembled suddenly, and the banner fluttered loudly.

Chaotic light surged out of the banner like a flood bursting its banks, transforming into a stream of chaotic light that followed the Taiji diagram.