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

After the Three Pure Ones entered the Heavenly Dao Space, the atmosphere in the Pangu Palace became even more somber than before.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones maintain contact with the Law Gods. Although the Law Gods operate autonomously within the Heavenly Dao, that subtle connection still stirs the hearts and minds of everyone.

Pan Xuan used the Starry Divine Dao Seal to sense the situation in the Heavenly Dao Space.

The illusory image of Pangu's physical body and the illusory image of Pangu's primordial spirit stand side by side.

Two forces of the same origin firmly locked Hongjun's will in the core area, and the purple-gold light of the fragment of the Creation Jade Disc was barely resisting the pressure of Pangu's true form.

The situation has stabilized, but everyone knows that this is only the beginning of a long standoff.

Taiqing Laozi was the first to open his eyes and withdraw his mind from the Heavenly Dao space.

He looked around at everyone in the hall.

The twelve Ancestral Witches either closed their eyes in deep concentration or conversed in hushed tones, while Pan Xuan was recording something on the Star Seal.

After reclaiming their two corpses (one good and one evil), stripping away the Primordial Purple Qi, understanding their own responsibilities, and joining the divine system, they fought alongside the Witch Clan in countless battles.

From initial mutual distrust to today's shared life and death, this friendship can no longer be summarized by the word "fellow Daoists".

He stood up and walked to Dijiang.

Dijiang also opened his eyes, stood up, and the two stood facing each other in silence for a moment.

"The Emperor Jiang Brothers".

Taiqing Laozi spoke first, his tone still calm, but warmer than ever before.

"The Three Pure Ones and the Wu Clan share the same father god. Previously, they were misled by wicked people, which caused them to develop mutual suspicion."

Now that the truth is out and the shackles have been removed, it would be too formal to continue addressing each other as "fellow Daoist."

A rare smile appeared on Dijiang's stern face, and his voice was steady and sincere:

"Brother Taiqing's words are exactly what Dijiang was thinking. We all come from the same Father God and are one family."

All the previous troubles were caused by outsiders, but now that things have been resolved, we should address each other as brothers.

When Taiqing Laozi called out "Brother Dijiang," everyone in the hall stopped what they were doing.

The sense of closeness between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones had already quietly grown when the phantom of Pangu merged with them.

At this moment, Laozi of Taiqing pointed it out in a single sentence, and that sense of closeness flowed out naturally, like spring water breaking through the ice.

Zhu Rong was the first to react, striding up to Yuanshi Tianzun and grinning:

"Brother Yuanshi, seeing your cold face in Kunlun Mountain before, I thought you were born unable to smile. Now it seems that smiling is quite nice."

Yuan Shi's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to habitually let out a cold snort.

But the "humph" that reached his lips turned into a helpless sigh, and finally transformed into a very faint smile at the corner of his mouth:

"Brother Zhurong, you jest. Let's not bring up the past."

Gonggong walked up to Tongtian Jiaozhu, and the two remained silent for a moment.

Gonggong was rather cold-hearted, and Tongtian, though carefree, was not a talkative person.

But there was no awkwardness in that silence; rather, it was a tacit understanding.

After a moment, Gonggong said calmly, "Brother Tongtian, your Four Swords of Zhuxian are indeed powerful."

Let's have a friendly spar another day, using water against swords, and see who comes out on top.

Tongtian's lips curled up slightly: "Good. I've long heard of Brother Gonggong's Path of the Weak Water, it's a good opportunity to learn from him."

Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and Tianwu also stepped forward to greet the Three Pure Ones again.

For a moment, the Pangu Hall was filled with the sound of brothers calling each other "brother." The sense of closeness that surged from the depths of their blood was released in the most natural way through these simple terms of address.

The Three Pure Ones were no longer reserved and began to chat with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, making the atmosphere in the hall much more relaxed than before.

After the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witches addressed each other as brothers, Yuanshi suddenly turned around and his gaze fell on Xuanming, who was sitting in the corner.

Xuanming remained as cold and aloof as ever, the chill emanating from him lingering.

But Yuan Shi noticed that the corner of her mouth seemed to twitch, as if she were smiling, or as if it were just an illusion.

Yuan Shi stepped forward, a rare gentle smile on his face, his tone softer than usual:

"Sister Xuanming, I apologize for my past offenses. Yuanshi apologizes."

Xuanming raised his eyes, glanced at him, and said coldly, "Brother Yuanshi, there's no need for such formalities. What happened before is in the past."

Yuanshi nodded without saying anything more, but his "sister" sounded natural, and Xuanming responded with ease.

Tongtian then approached Houtu, his handsome face showing a mixture of curiosity and sincerity:

"Sister Houtu, I heard that you are comprehending the Dao of the Netherworld in the depths of the Blood Sea?"

What can one learn from that filthy place? Perhaps you could take me there another day?

Houtu smiled slightly and said softly, "Brother Tongtian, if you are interested, you can do so at any time."

Although the path of the netherworld is obscure and difficult, it also possesses its own unique mysteries.

Tongtian laughed heartily:

"Then it's settled! Once things are settled here, I'll go with you to the Blood Sea. I want to see what kind of great path that filthy place can nurture."

He paused, then added, "If you need any help in the future, just ask."

Although Sanqing's cultivation was still recovering, he was more than capable of supporting his younger sister.

Houtu bowed slightly, her eyes filled with warmth.

She knew that Tongtian's words were not just polite talk. Although Sanqing's cultivation had temporarily declined, it would not be long before he would return to his peak.

More importantly, this heartfelt sense of closeness is more precious than any advantage in cultivation.

Pan Xuan stood aside, watching the scene of everyone in the hall calling each other brothers, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He was transformed from the righteous energy of Pangu. Although he was not born from essence or primordial spirit, he was still born from the Father God.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches called him "Brother Panxuan," and the Three Pure Ones naturally followed suit.

Taiqing Laozi walked up to Pan Xuan, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Pan Xuan, from now on, the Three Pure Ones and the Wu Clan are one family."

If the Three Pure Ones ever need their help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask.

Pan Xuan solemnly returned the greeting: "Brother Laozi, Pan Xuan will remember your words."

"We're family, so let's speak frankly. From now on, let's work together to protect our land and fight against external enemies."

The change in name may seem simple, but it actually signifies a true convergence of Pangu lineage, both in form and essence.

From this day forward, there will be no longer a distinction between the "Witch Clan" and the "Three Pure Ones," nor a separation between "essence and blood" and "primordial spirit."

They are brothers and sisters from the same origin, the most orthodox descendants left by the father god Pangu on the primordial land.

This consensus is stronger than any alliance and more enduring than any interest.

For the next three thousand years, the Three Pure Ones did not return to Kunlun Mountain, but remained on Buzhou Mountain.

While Kunlun Mountain was their sacred site, Buzhou Mountain contained the Pangu Palace, which was formed from the heart of Pangu.

It has a cultivation secret realm guarded by the twelve ancestral witches, the power of stars shrouded by the Zhou Tian Star Array, and pure cultivation resources transformed from the blood sea's evil energy.

More importantly, here they can exchange ideas and verify their understanding with the Twelve Ancestral Witches at any time, and jointly comprehend the Great Dao in the complete form of the authentic Pangu lineage.

The Three Pure Ones each opened up a cave dwelling on the east side of the Pangu Hall.

Lao Tzu's cave dwelling was extremely simple, consisting of three stone chambers, a stove, a small table, and a futon, with diagrams of the flow of Yin and Yang energy carved on the walls.

The cave dwelling of the Primordial Beginning was the most orderly, with walls made of chaotic light and decorations of law runes, and every piece of furniture was arranged meticulously.

The cave dwelling that leads to the heavens is the most unrestrained. The four swords of Zhuxian are casually stuck at the entrance as doorposts, and the cave walls are covered with sword marks he casually made when practicing his swordsmanship. Each sword mark contains a different sword intent.

The three cave dwellings are arranged in a triangular shape, echoing the tribal settlements of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.