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

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.

Dijiang opened his eyes.

He looked at his hands, and for the first time, a light he had never seen before flashed in his eyes, which were always as steady as a mountain.

He could clearly feel that the invisible barrier between his true spirit and his physical body had disappeared.

His essence and blood surged within his body, his will stirred within his soul, and he was able to "perceive" the operation of the laws of Heaven.

It is not through the medium of laws and deities, but through the true spirit itself to touch and perceive.

Although this feeling is still very faint, and although there is still a long way to go before the true birth of the primordial spirit, the path has already been taken.

The most crucial aspect of building something from nothing is not how far you go, but whether there is a path to take at all.

From this day forward, the Wu tribe will no longer be a race whose primordial spirit is locked away by the Heavenly Dao.

They may need many more years of cultivation and enlightenment to truly condense their primordial spirit, but that door has already been opened.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the hall also underwent a subtle change.

The tacit cooperation that originally allowed them to fight side by side has been enhanced by an inexplicable sense of closeness.

Dijiang looked at Taiqing Laozi, who was also looking at him.

Their eyes met for a moment in the air. They didn't speak, but they both saw a strange emotion in each other's eyes.

That is the intimacy of blood ties, the recognition of sharing the same Father God.

Zhu Rong looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, and Yuanshi Tianzun also looked at Zhu Rong.

The two snorted and turned their heads away at the same time, but there was no hostility in the snort. It was more like two brothers with incompatible personalities having a quarrel.

Houtu and Tongtian exchanged a smile.

They were the most gentle and open-minded people in both lineages, and this sense of closeness was most naturally expressed in them.

Taiqing Laozi was the first to recover from that feeling of closeness.

He closed his eyes, and the inherited mark deep within his primordial spirit, awakened by the phantom of the Father God, slowly lit up, revealing a memory that had been sealed away for countless years.

That was the will of the Father God, the innate inheritance left in the deepest part of the Three Pure Ones' primordial spirit when Pangu's primordial spirit was divided into three.

The brand contained no techniques or supernatural powers, only two sentences.

The first sentence describes the respective duties of the Wu tribe and the Three Pure Ones, while the second sentence describes the respective paths of Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.

That memory was suppressed by the mark planted by Hongjun and could never surface.

Now that the imprint has been removed and the primordial purple aura has been stripped away, this long-sealed heritage has finally seen the light of day again.

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying an unprecedented clarity:

"The Father God created heaven and earth, and his body transformed into all things."

Their essence and blood transformed into the Wu tribe, and their primordial spirit transformed into the Three Pure Ones.

The duty of essence and blood is to purify the primordial world, and the primordial spirit is divided into three parts.

The old Taoist's duty is to spread the Tao, imparting the wisdom of the Father God's creation of heaven and earth to all living beings, so that all things may understand the principles and heaven and earth may be in order.

A clear light shone from his body, and the Yin and Yang energies flowed endlessly within the light, transforming into the shape of a Tai Chi symbol, which slowly rotated.

Yuanshi then spoke, his voice still majestic, but more solemn than ever before:

"My duty is to expound the Great Dao, to explain the laws of the Father God's creation of the world to all living beings, so that all things may follow the Dao and the world may have rules."

A clear light also shone from his body, and the chaotic light surged endlessly within it, transforming into the shape of the Pangu Banner, fluttering loudly.

The Tongtian Sect Leader spoke last, his voice clear and bright like the ringing of a sword, carrying an unstoppable sharpness:

"My duty is to extract the secrets of heaven and transform the sharpness of the Father God's creation of the world into sword intent, to extract the secrets of heaven and evolve the way of the sword, to open up a smooth path to the Great Dao for all living beings, so that all things have a way and heaven and earth are without end."

A clear light shone from his body, and sword intent crisscrossed within the light, transforming into the shape of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, their sharpness fully revealed.

Three beams of pure light simultaneously shot into the sky from the Three Pure Ones, converging and merging beneath the dome of the Pangu Palace, transforming into a pillar of pure light that spans through the ages.

The clear light pierced through the barrier of the Pangu Palace, penetrated the body of Buzhou Mountain, and soared straight into the sky, turning the primordial heavens into a clear, bright color.

The twelve ancestral witches also sensed the will of the Father God without prior agreement.

Their essence and blood trembled simultaneously within their bodies, and an indescribable enlightenment surged from the depths of their blood.

Dijiang spoke in a deep voice, his tone carrying the unique weight and majesty of Pangu's essence blood:

"The duty of the Wu Clan is to purify the primordial world. Based on the essence and blood of the Father God, they will sort out the veins of mountains and rivers, harmonize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, suppress evil spirits and demons, and maintain the order of the primordial world."

This is the will of the Father God, and it will remain unchanged for the entire Witch Clan for all eternity.

The twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously lowered their heads, placed their right fists against their chests, and paid homage to the phantom of Pangu.

They are no longer reckless brutes, but descendants of Pangu who have come to understand their own mission.

Pan Xuan stood in the center of the hall, feeling the solemn and dignified atmosphere, and his heart was filled with emotion.

The barriers and rejections that had existed for countless years were severed by the fusion power of the Father God's phantom, replaced by a sense of closeness connected by blood.

The Three Pure Ones understood their respective paths: Lao Tzu transmitted the Tao, Yuan Shi expounded it, and Tong Tian extracted it.

The twelve ancestral witches confirmed the witch clan's responsibilities: to purify the primordial world and maintain order.

This is the true arrangement of the Father God when He manifested in all things.

It's not about mutual suspicion and exclusion, but about each fulfilling their duties and complementing each other.

Essence and blood purify heaven and earth, while the primordial spirit educates all living beings; the two complement each other and are indispensable.

"By God the Father."

Pan Xuan spoke slowly, his voice penetrating the clear light in the hall and reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Today, the spirit and body are united, the mark has been removed, and the shackles have been broken."

The Three Pure Ones understand their responsibility to educate and guide, and the Wu tribe affirms their duty to purify. The will of the Father God is manifested once more today.

Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shangqing Tongtian simultaneously bowed deeply to the phantom of Pangu.

The twelve ancestral witches also pressed their right fists to their chests in unison, paying homage to the Father God.

Laozi turned to Dijiang and Panxuan and solemnly said, "The Three Pure Ones will remember this kindness."

"If needed in the future, Kunlun Mountain will always be open to the Wu tribe." Yuanshi and Tongtian bowed simultaneously.

Dijiang returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Fellow Daoists, you flatter me. Since we all come from the same Father God, it is only our duty to watch over and help each other."

The fifteen people looked at each other, and the sense of closeness in the hall grew even stronger.

The barriers that had existed for countless years vanished at this moment.

Then, the fifteen people worked together to slowly suppress their auras.

The phantom of Pangu began to dissipate, and the first thing to disappear was the outline of the Pangu axe in the phantom's hand.

The Tai Chi symbol transformed into a black and white interwoven stream of light, flying back to the feet of Laozi in the Taiqing realm;

The Pangu Banner transformed into a pillar of chaotic light and fell back into the hands of the Primordial Heavenly Lord.

The axe blade remained suspended in mid-air; the Chaos Bell ultimately failed to return to its place.

The phantom's body gradually became transparent, and the phantom of Pangu's physical body and the phantom of Pangu's primordial spirit diverged from their fused state.

The illusory physical bodies transformed into twelve beams of chaotic light and entered the bodies of the twelve Ancestral Witches, while the illusory primordial spirits transformed into three beams of pure light and returned to the center of the Three Pure Ones' brows.

The awe-inspiring pressure within the Pangu Palace slowly dissipated, and the beating of the Pangu Heart above the dome returned to a steady and gentle rhythm.