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

The first demon, carrying the resentment and malice of countless worlds, roared as it rushed into the depths of chaos, heading towards the primordial wilderness.

The five rulers stood atop the Chaos Abyss, watching the departing figure of the demon, yet they showed no sign of relaxation.

Zeus spoke first, his brow furrowed slightly:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, although that demon is strong, there is only one of it in the end."

"The primordial world is teeming with powerful beings, and with Pangu's protection and the Zhou Tian Star Array guarding it, a single demon would likely be unable to break through that protective barrier."

Hongjun's eyes flashed, and he slowly nodded: "Fellow Daoist Zeus is absolutely right."

The protection of Pangu was, after all, a legacy left by a being who created the world. How could it be easily destroyed by a demon?

Since we are determined to conquer this vast wilderness, we should make as many preparations as possible.

"You mean…" Odin's single eye gleamed, "...create a few more?"

"Not bad," Hongjun said. "A demon, all alone and outnumbered."

If several demons were created, each with its own strengths, and they complemented each other, then Pangu's protection would be difficult to withstand.

Even if powerful beings from the primordial era intervene, with several demonic creatures holding them back, we can calmly make our preparations and wait for their protection to wear off before unleashing our full force.

The voice of God, emanating from His holy light, spoke slowly:

"However, if each demon were like the first one, only knowing how to charge and kill recklessly, even if there were several of them, they would only be a few more shields."

If we truly wish to breach the defenses of the primordial world, the demons we create must each possess unique abilities and strengths.

Brahma closed his eyes for a long time, then slowly opened them:

That's exactly right.

The negative things in the world are as vast as the ocean, and are not limited to violence and destruction.

Fear, deception, chaos, corruption, and gaps in time and space... all can be transformed into the path of demons.

We should create demons with unique supernatural powers, each based on different negative paths, so that when we conquer the primordial world, we can each display our abilities and be invincible.

The five rulers exchanged glances, and in each other's eyes they saw an increasingly strong ambition and ruthlessness.

"Very well!" Hongjun declared loudly, "Then let us rebuild!"

Thus, the five rulers once again stood in the abyss of chaos, each displaying their supernatural powers to summon all sorts of negative things from the boundless world.

This time, what they are going to create is not just a single savage beast, but several peerless demonic creatures, each with its own profound mysteries and unique powers.

In the midst of chaos, the torrent of negativity surged forth once more.

The first monster to be created was named Yog-Sothoth.

"This thing is meant to govern the way of time and space."

Hongjun stood beneath the Jade Disc of Creation and slowly spoke,

"The barrier of the primordial world is the protection of Pangu, and within that protection lies the complete time and space of the primordial world."

If there were something that could traverse time and space, see through everything, and open the cracks in that protective barrier, then the primordial defenses would crumble without a fight.

Zeus said in a deep voice, "It is not easy to create such a monster that can control time and space."

The principles of time and space are inherently profound and mysterious; how could ordinary creations possibly contain them?

Hongjun smiled faintly: "Ordinary creations cannot do this. But we are not ordinary people."

"With the combined power of the five of us, by gathering the rifts in time and space, the gaps in dimensions, and the illusory fragments of the past and future from countless worlds, and fusing them into one, how could we not create a demon that wields the power of time and space?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hongjun raised his hand, and the Jade Disc of Creation shone brightly.

A vast power of spacetime laws poured out from the jade disc, spreading out into the depths of chaos.

That power of law seemed to be summoning something.

Summoning from that boundless world, countless rifts in spacetime, countless dimensional gaps, countless phantoms of the past and future.

Suddenly, a bizarre scene unfolded amidst the chaos.

Suddenly, countless fine cracks appeared in the sky above the chaotic abyss.

Those cracks are like countless broken mirrors, each reflecting a different scene.

Some are ancient times long forgotten, some are future scenes yet to happen, and some are wondrous worlds of another realm.

Countless rifts in spacetime and countless dimensional gaps, as if summoned, converged toward the abyss of chaos.

The four rulers each displayed their unique abilities, melting down all the endless fragments of time and space.

God solidified its form with holy light, Odin shaped its spirit with the power of destiny, Brahma endowed it with the ability to transcend birth and death with the power of reincarnation, and Zeus protected it with the power of thunder.

Hongjun, on the other hand, used the Jade Disc of Creation as the core to condense those fragments of time and space, bit by bit, into a unique form.

That form was not an ordinary body of flesh and blood. It was composed of countless luminous spheres that were constantly merging and splitting.

Those orbs of light flickered, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, sometimes gathered, sometimes scattered, like countless tiny spaces and times constantly being created and destroyed within them.

It has no fixed shape, resembling a flowing mist of light, or an aggregate of countless stars.

It exists in every gap in spacetime, and also in the interlayers of every dimension.

You can never truly "see" it, because the moment you do see it, what you see is merely a projection of it across countless times and spaces.

That is Yog Sothos.

The key to the gate, the one that gives birth to all things and returns all things to oneness.

Hongjun gazed at the being formed from countless orbs of light, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes:

"Good! Good! It controls time, understands space, sees through the gaps in dimensions, and has seen everything in the past and future."

In its eyes, nothing in the world holds any secret.

Everything in the primordial world was laid out before it, as clear as the lines on its palm.

It is the key that unlocks the gates of the primordial world!

Zeus gazed at the monstrous object formed from the coalescing sphere of light, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes:

"This thing...can it truly be of use to us?"

Hongjun smiled faintly: "We don't need it to serve us."

Once it descends upon the primordial world, it will be able to discern all the truths and illusions of the primordial world and open the rift leading to its interior.

With Pangu's protection, it will be difficult to stop us.

Go forth, Yog-Sothoth, to that primordial wilderness, and open that door for us!

That flowing ball of light seemed to have sensed Hongjun's command.

It flowed slowly and silently, merging into a crack in space and time, and disappeared.

Only a faint whisper, like countless overlapping voices, lingered in the chaos, echoing for a long time.

If mortals look directly at it, they will fall into eternal madness upon glimpsing the truth of infinite time and space.

The second monster to be created was named Shub Nicholas.

"This thing is in charge of the way of fertility and reproduction."

Hongjun said slowly, "Conquering the Primordial World is not something that can be accomplished in a single battle."

If we only have a few demons, no matter how strong they are, once they are exhausted, we will be at our last gasp.

What we need is a monstrous being that can endlessly generate countless hordes of monsters, so that its inexhaustible offspring can engulf the primordial world!

Odin's single eye flashed with a cold light: "Taking procreation as the way...that's a vicious idea."

Let the descendants of demons surge into the primordial world like a tidal wave. Even if the primordial world is filled with countless powerful beings, they will be dragged down by the endless stream of monsters.

Brahma closed his eyes and said, "Birth and reproduction are the very way of life."

However, if one takes the negative as the basis, then the way of procreation will turn into a way of corruption and distortion.

What was born was no longer vibrant life, but an endless stream of deformed monsters.

This thing must be based on all the corruption, distortion, filth, and evil thoughts that have arisen in the world in order to achieve its purpose.

The five rulers made their move once again.

This time, they are summoning from the boundless world.

All corrupting forces, sources of distortion, foul air, and those twisted, gestating thoughts that quietly fester in the shadows.

In the depths of chaos, the torrent of negative forces converged once more.

This time, however, those negative things, under the tempering of the Creation Jade Disc, gradually condensed into a completely different existence.

It was an unimaginably huge mass of flesh and blood, like a black cloud.

It floated in the chaos, its surface covered with countless wriggling tentacles and giant mouths that opened and closed, dripping dark green slime.

The chunks of flesh seemed to have a life of their own, throbbing, writhing, and expanding incessantly, like a vast, never-ending palace.

On the surface of those chunks of flesh, from those gigantic mouths, one deformed monster after another was being born continuously.

Some have countless eyes, some have countless arms, some only have half a face, and some drag long, twisted tails like intestines...

The monsters crawled out of the chunks of flesh and blood, fell down, and then let out mournful roars as they crawled in all directions.

Those chunks of flesh seemed endless. The speed at which it spawned monsters far exceeded the imagination of any living being.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand.

The deformed monster, like a tidal wave, continuously surged from the chunks of flesh, endlessly and ceaselessly.

That is Shub Nicholas.

The Black Goat of the Forest, the Mother of All Things.