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

After the Primordial Purple Qi within the Three Pure Ones' primordial spirits was stripped and sealed, Pan Xuan did not stop.

His gaze turned to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his voice steady and solemn:

"The marks in the primordial spirits of the three fellow Daoists and the restrictions in the Primordial Purple Qi have all been cleared by the power of the Father God."

But when I was exploring just now, I also saw something similar deep within the true spirits of my brothers and sisters.

A limitation rooted in the origin of the true spirit, closely connected with the laws of Heaven.

The purpose of this restriction is to prevent the Wu clan from ever giving birth to a primordial spirit.

"If it is not severed, even with a deity of law as a substitute, the physical bodies of my elder brothers and sisters will never be able to bear the true primordial spirit."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the twelve Ancestral Witches changed simultaneously.

Houtu is the only ancestral witch who possesses a primordial spirit, but the birth of her primordial spirit was extremely difficult.

It relies on the divine wisdom and the special condition of absorbing less evil energy.

The remaining eleven ancestral witches do not yet possess primordial spirits and can only be represented by law deities.

They originally thought this was the fate of the witch clan, the inevitable price of their blood essence.

Now Pan Xuan tells them that this is not destiny, but a shackle deliberately placed by someone.

"Brother Pan Xuan."

Dijiang's voice was low and suppressed, "You mean, the reason we lack a primordial spirit isn't just because of the evil energy?"

"The malevolent energy is indeed one of the reasons for suppressing the primordial spirit."

Pan Xuan nodded, "But if it were only malevolent energy, Sister Houtu wouldn't have been able to give birth to a primordial spirit under conditions where malevolent energy was relatively low."

What truly locks down the path of the Witch Clan's primordial spirit is this restriction at the level of the Heavenly Dao.

It creates an invisible barrier between the true spirit and physical body of the Wu clan, which cannot be crossed no matter how much evil energy they possess or how high their cultivation level is.

This restriction is extremely ancient, having been born almost simultaneously with the spirits of my older brothers and sisters.

I suspect it was planted before the older siblings developed sentience, while they were still in the womb.

Taiqing Laozi's white eyebrows twitched slightly, and he said:

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches were born after the death of the Father God, and were nurtured by absorbing the evil energy of heaven and earth at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain."

At that time, Hongjun was close to attaining enlightenment, and the rudimentary form of the Heavenly Dao was beginning to take shape.

If he had acted then, planting a restriction within the true spirit of the Witch Clan in the form of the laws of Heaven, it would indeed have been possible.

He paused, his voice carrying a rare chill, "He cannot directly attack the descendants of Pangu; the karma of the Father God is beyond his capacity to bear."

However, before the Wu tribe developed intelligence, a restriction was implanted in the origin of the true spirit in the form of the rules of heaven.

This doesn't count as direct intervention in terms of cause and effect. He's always been adept at exploiting loopholes in the natural order.

Zhu Rong's reaction was the most direct.

The Southern Bright Fire suddenly surged several meters high around him, turning the palace walls crimson, and his voice exploded in the hall like a volcanic eruption:

"So, in other words, we were outmaneuvered by that old man from the very beginning?"

He shackled us before we even had any intelligence? We didn't even have a chance to fight back!

Gonggong's body was surrounded by turbulent, boiling water, and the cold air of Xuanming condensed into thick frost. Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi and others also showed uncontrollable anger on their faces.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were not without temper; they simply knew how to endure it under Pan Xuan's scheming.

But at this moment, the humiliation of being outmaneuvered to the very core of their being made even these top-tier Primordial Golden Immortals in the world unable to remain calm.

Pan Xuan raised his hand, and his righteous energy transformed into a gentle golden light curtain that fell into the hall, slowly calming down the surging aura of the twelve ancestral witches.

His voice remained steady, but it carried a hint of solemnity.

"Brothers and sisters, Hongjun's schemes are indeed hateful."

But the most important thing right now is not anger, but breaking free from these shackles.

The phantom of the Father God still exists, and the power of the Father God remains. He could plant this restriction, and we can sever it.

Dijiang took a deep breath and suppressed the spatial power around him.

He slowly stood up, walked to the front of the Pangu phantom, knelt on one knee, and placed his right fist against his chest.

He didn't speak, he just lowered his head.

This is the most solemn ceremony of the Wu tribe, a sign of reverence for the Father God and unreserved trust in Pan Xuan, the strategist.

Zhu Jiuyin also knelt on one knee, followed by Houtu, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Xuanming.

The twelve ancestral witches knelt on one knee one after another, forming a semicircle around the phantom of Pangu.

They did not speak, but their silent resolve was stronger than any vow.

Pan Xuan stepped back, handing the main stage over to the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones.

He was not the main force in summoning the phantom; the subsequent severing ritual required the combined efforts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones.

"Three fellow Daoists."

Pan Xuan turned to the Three Pure Ones, "To sever the Heavenly Dao restrictions in the true spirit's origin, the ultimate condensation of the Father God's power is required."

The twelve elder brothers and sisters' divine law entities are currently confronting Hongjun within the Heavenly Dao. For now, they can only manipulate illusory forms with their essence and blood, which may not be enough. They also need the assistance of their primordial spirit power.

Taiqing Laozi slowly nodded:

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist. Now that our two lineages have joined forces, there is no reason for us to stand idly by."

He turned to Yuanshi and Tongtian, "My two virtuous brothers, would you be willing to lend a helping hand to the Wu tribe?"

There is no doubt that the Primordial Beginning and the Heavenly Connection are beyond question.

The Three Pure Ones simultaneously activated their primordial spirit power, and three beams of pure light shot out from between their brows, entering the phantom of Pangu.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches also released their essence and blood power without reservation, and twelve chaotic rays of light surged from their bodies, intertwining with the pure light of the Three Pure Ones. The eyes of the Pangu phantom lit up once again.

This time, the light was no longer the gentle illumination of the probe, but transformed into twelve incomparably sharp blades of law.

Each blade of law precisely locked onto the true spirit core of an Ancestral Witch.

Dijiang's blade is the chaos of space, Zhujiuyin's blade is the silvery white of time, Zhurong's blade is the crimson of the Southern Fire, and Gonggong's blade is the deep black of the Weak Water.

The twelve blades of law, the twelve primal powers, simultaneously pierced the depths of the true spirits of the twelve ancestral witches.

The process of severing the restrictions on the true spirit is more dangerous than stripping away the primordial purple energy.

The true spirit is the most fundamental life imprint of all living beings, and cannot be compromised in any way.

Although the blade of law formed by the phantom of Pangu was precise, each cut had to be just right.

Too much force will damage the true spirit's origin, while too little force will fail to sever the restriction that is closely connected to the laws of heaven.

The twelve Ancestral Witches endured the excruciating pain of their true spirits being severed, yet not one of them uttered a sound.

Zhu Rong gritted his teeth, the Southern Bright Fire burning wildly around him, scorching the palace walls, but he didn't utter a sound.

Gonggong's Weak Water surged within her body like a raging torrent, and Xuanming's chilling energy froze the ground beneath her, creating cracks, but the three of them remained as steady as a rock.

Compared to the humiliation of being secretly plotted against for countless years, this pain is nothing.

When the last blade of law was withdrawn, the light of the Pangu phantom suddenly dimmed a little.

The twelve Ancestral Witches shuddered simultaneously and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The turbid air was grayish-black, like blood stasis suppressed for countless years, carrying a stale and cold aura.

The moment the turbid energy left their bodies, a certain shackle within the Twelve Ancestral Witches snapped.