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

"My...my primordial spirit..."

Houtu opened her eyes, her gaze filled with disbelief.

She could feel that her primordial spirit had been completely stabilized and had reached the same level as her physical body.

From this day forward, she will no longer be in the initial stage of her primordial spirit, but rather in a state of perfect primordial spirit, which will be perfectly integrated with her physical body.

"Thank you, Father God!" Houtu knelt on the ground, her voice choked with sobs.

Pangu's consciousness nodded slightly, and his enormous figure began to blur, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

"The Great Dao of Power and the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons have been taught to you. I hope you will use this power wisely to protect the Wu Clan and the Primordial World."

His voice grew weaker and weaker, and his figure became increasingly faint.

"Father God!" the twelve Ancestral Witches exclaimed in unison, trying to step forward, but found themselves unable to get close to the dissipating figure.

Pangu's consciousness took one last look at them, his eyes filled with boundless love and expectation.

"Go... my children..."

As the words fell, that towering figure vanished completely into the chaos. The twelve Ancestral Witches knelt in the void, unwilling to rise for a long time.

In another dimension, Pan Xuan's experience was completely different from that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He was swept into a void by the chaotic light.

That void was different from the void where the Twelve Ancestral Witches resided; it was more tranquil and more profound, as if it were the core of the entire world.

Pan Xuan stood in this void, looking around, feeling a vague unease in his heart.

He could sense an extremely powerful force here, a force that shared the same origin as his own, yet was countless times stronger.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.

"An interesting anomaly."

Pan Xuan was startled and turned around abruptly.

A figure stood not far behind him. That figure was towering, reaching for millions of miles, and exuded a world-shaking power.

In his hand he held a huge axe, and on the axe blade, chaotic energy surged endlessly.

That was—Pangu.

Pan Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a storm raged in his heart.

Anomalies are those who should not exist in this world.

He is a time traveler; his soul comes from another world, and he does not belong to this primordial world.

This is the biggest difference between him and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and also his biggest secret.

Pangu...did he see it?

"Father... Father God..." Pan Xuan's voice was a little hoarse. He suppressed the shock in his heart and tried his best to remain calm.

Pangu's consciousness looked down at him, and in those eyes there was no hostility, no anger, only a deep, all-seeing light.

"There is no need to panic." Pangu's voice echoed in the void, a voice that was vast and peaceful, like the first gentle breeze at the beginning of time. "I have no ill intentions."

Pan Xuan took a deep breath and relaxed a little.

He knew that with Pangu's power, if he wanted to harm him, he would have no chance to resist.

Since Pangu said he had no malicious intent, then he truly had no malicious intent.

"You come from another world," Pangu's consciousness said calmly, as if stating something insignificant. "Your soul does not belong to this world."

Pan Xuan remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Yes."

He did not deny it, nor could he deny it. Before Pangu, all concealment was futile.

Pangu's consciousness did not inquire about his origins or why he was there.

Those eyes simply looked at him calmly, as if scrutinizing something, or perhaps pondering something.

"Come with me."

Pangu's consciousness turned around and walked into the depths of the void. Pan Xuan hesitated for a moment, then followed.

In the depths of the void, a scene suddenly appeared.

The scene was one of chaos.

Endless chaos, without heaven and earth, without sun and moon, without stars, only that vast, primordial, boundless chaos.

In the chaos, the air currents surged, yin and yang were not yet separated, and purity and turbidity were not yet distinguished; everything was in its most primitive state.

And in that chaos stood a giant.

The giant stood tall, reaching for millions of miles, radiating a colossal power capable of creating the world.

In his hand he held a huge axe, and on the axe blade, chaotic energy surged endlessly.

That was Pangu before he separated heaven and earth.

"Look," said Pangu's consciousness.

Pan Xuan held his breath, staring intently at the scene.

Pangu in the picture moved.

He raised the giant axe in his hand, and on the axe blade, chaotic energy surged wildly, and yin and yang forces intertwined and entwined, and an unimaginable power condensed on the axe blade.

That power was enough to cleave chaos, enough to separate heaven and earth, enough to create everything.

Then the axe came down.

boom--

Pan Xuan felt as if the entire world had shattered under that single axe blow.

Chaos was split open; the clear rose to become the heavens, and the turbid sank to become the earth. In the beginning of heaven and earth, all things were born.

The power of that axe strike not only cleaved through chaos, but also cleaved through time and space, yin and yang and the five elements, and all the laws of heaven and earth.

That axe strike was a strike of creation, a strike of destruction, a strike that opened up the world, a strike that laid the foundation for the primordial world.

Pan Xuan was stunned by the power of that axe blow, and stood there dumbfounded.

He could sense that within that axe strike lay Pangu's understanding of heaven and earth, his enlightenment of the Great Dao, and his compassion for all things.

That is the ultimate of the Great Dao of Power, the pinnacle of the power that created the world.

However, the video did not stop.

Pangu's consciousness led him to watch Pangu create the world again and again.

Each time, the moment the axe struck, Pan Xuan could sense something new.

After watching it countless times, Pan Xuan suddenly felt as if the power of that axe blow had merged into his soul.

It was an indescribable experience.

He no longer seemed like a bystander, but rather someone who had personally experienced that axe blow.

He could feel the weight of the giant axe in his hand, the surging of chaotic energy on the axe blade, and the decisiveness and determination of that axe strike.

He could sense the loneliness of Pangu when he created the world.

A person stands in the midst of chaos, facing the boundless void, with no companions, no help, only an axe in their hand.

He could sense the hardships Pangu endured when he created the world.

Each axe strike required endless power, and each strike required enduring the backlash of chaos, yet he never stopped.

He could feel the resolute determination of Pangu when he created the world. He knew that after creating the world, he would perish.

He knew that he would transform into all things in the universe, and that Pangu would cease to exist. But he still swung that axe.

He could feel even more the compassion of Pangu when he created the world. He created the world not for himself, but for all things in heaven and earth.

He embodies all things, not for sacrifice, but for creation.

His eyes became the sun and moon, his blood became rivers, his breath became wind and clouds, and his voice became thunder.

All of this is to create a world where future living beings can survive.

Pan Xuan's eyes welled up with tears.

That wasn't sadness, it was emotion, it was awe, it was boundless reverence for Pangu.

When the final viewing ended, Pan Xuan suddenly felt as if something had been erased from his soul.