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

"Five demonic creatures, daring to threaten the protection of my primordial world?"

Di Jun stood in the center and shouted, "First, ask the three of us if we agree!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three sages attacked simultaneously!

Pan Xuan stood outside the protection, his body surrounded by divine energy.

His opponents are Yog-Sothoth, who is formless and controls the way of time and space, and Nyarlathotep, who is ever-changing and seductive.

After Yog Sothoth infiltrated outside the shelter, it transformed into countless luminous orbs that coalesced and split, scattering throughout the numerous spatial and temporal rifts surrounding the shelter.

It seems to be everywhere, yet it seems to be nowhere to be found.

It has a keen eye for everything around the shelter, as if it is always ready to slip into the shelter from some spacetime rift and strike silently.

Pan Xuan stood still, silently sensing.

He didn't make a move; he simply closed his eyes slowly.

The divine aura emanated from him, spreading outwards like an invisible net, covering the entire area outside the shelter.

"Do you think that by hiding in that spatial rift, I won't be able to find you?"

Pan Xuan spoke slowly, his voice calm, "The Dao of Time and Space is infinitely mysterious."

But my divine path encompasses the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man, covering all the realms of the primordial world.

The space-time rift where you hid was also within this world, and within all these realms.

As long as you exist between heaven and earth, you are within my divine path!

As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

The divine fortune transformed into countless invisible chains, simultaneously probing into various spatial and temporal rifts from all directions.

Those chains were all-pervasive and all-reaching, completely sealing off every spacetime rift where Yog Sothoth was hiding!

The countless spheres of light, as if sensing danger, began to frantically traverse space and time, trying to escape the divine chains that bound them.

It leaps between countless times and spaces, dodges between countless dimensions, so fast that even light and shadow cannot catch up with its trace.

However, Pan Xuan's divine path followed him like a shadow.

The divine chains seemed to exist in every time and space. No matter which time and space Yog Sothoth fled to, the chains would appear there and wrap around him layer by layer.

"You control time and space, I control all realms."

Pan Xuan said calmly, "Time and space are just one corner of the myriad worlds."

My divine way encompasses all the order of this world.

You can escape time and space, but you can't escape this world.

Those countless orbs of light were finally bound and restrained layer by layer by the divine chains.

The countless spheres of light that had been converging and splitting were slowly compressed and gathered together.

It eventually coalesced into a huge, luminous sphere, which was firmly locked outside the protection by the divine chains.

It struggled, but could no longer travel through time and space, nor could it escape into the dimensional rifts.

"receive!"

Pan Xuan let out a sharp shout. The divine chains tightened abruptly, and the enormous sphere of light was forcibly suppressed outside its protection!

At the same time, Nyarlathotep also made his move.

The tall, dark-skinned humanoid figure transformed into countless clones, scattering outside the protection zone.

Some of those clones transformed into elderly men of the primordial human race.

Some transformed into ancestral witches of the witch clan, some into divine generals of the Heavenly Court, and some even into the likeness of Nuwa and Dijun.

They mingled in the chaos, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, as if they wanted to disturb Pan Xuan's mind.

"Pan Xuan".

A figure identical to Nuwa spoke slowly, its voice gentle and kind.

"You've worked hard. Honghuang, with you here, I can rest assured."

Pan Xuan gazed at the figure, his eyes calm as still water: "You are not Nuwa."

"Oh?" The figure smiled slightly, then transformed back into Di Jun's appearance. "Then who am I? Take a guess?"

Pan Xuan slowly shook his head: "No need to guess. You may be unpredictable, but you can't fool me."

Because what I look at is never just appearances.

He raised his hand, and the divine energy transformed into a vast pillar of light, piercing straight into those countless clones.

Wherever the beam of light passed, those clones disintegrated and vanished one by one, like reflections in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, shattering at the slightest touch.

Only one figure remained standing beneath the pillar of light—that was Nyarlathotep in his true form.

"No matter how many incarnations you have, they are all just illusions," Pan Xuan said calmly.

"My divine way values ​​order and authenticity. Falsehoods have nowhere to hide before me."

The tall, dark-skinned figure, unusually, put away his mocking smile.

It spoke slowly, its voice carrying a hint of mystery: "Pan Xuan... you are indeed quite interesting."

With you in this primordial world, it's not so boring after all. But do you really think you've won?

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure exploded and turned into countless streams of black energy, scattering and fleeing in all directions of the chaos!

"Trying to escape?" Pan Xuan snorted coldly, and his divine fortune surged forth once more, transforming into countless chains that chased after the black energy.

An invisible manhunt unfolds fiercely outside of their shelter.

On the other side, Nuwa faced her opponent.

Shub Nicholas.

The enormous, cloud-like mass of flesh and blood hovered outside the shelter, its countless gigantic mouths opening and closing incessantly, spitting out one deformed monster after another.

The monsters surged toward the shelter like a tidal wave, as if to unleash their endless army of deformed creatures upon it.

Nuwa stood before the shelter, gazing at the flesh and blood that were constantly giving birth to monsters, yet there was not a trace of panic in her eyes.

She slowly raised her hand, the vitality of creation flowing within it, and said softly, "You take creation as your foundation, yet you create only deformed things. You have the name of creation, but no heart for it."

As if sensing her contempt, Shub Nicholas's countless enormous mouths simultaneously let out a strange roar.

Countless deformed monsters surged out of the chunks of flesh and blood, rushing towards Nuwa!

Nuwa neither dodged nor avoided. She slowly raised her hand, and the vitality of creation poured out from her fingertips, transforming into a warm and vibrant radiance.

As the light shone down, the grotesque monsters that had been frantically rushing towards them slowly stopped and dissolved within the light, turning into wisps of green smoke that dissipated into the chaos.

"What you are giving birth to is a deformed monster; what I am giving birth to is a complete life."

Nuwa said slowly, "The way of creation lies not in quantity, but in truth."

You endless monsters, seemingly surging, are nothing but water without a source and a tree without roots.

As long as my life force remains, your monster will never be able to get even a step closer to my protection.

The mass of flesh seemed to be enraged. Its countless tentacles thrashed wildly, and its countless enormous mouths roared madly.

It began to breed more monsters recklessly, regardless of the cost.

Those monsters, stronger, more deformed, and more insane, surged towards Nuwa like a black tide that blotted out the sky!

Nuwa stood before the black tide, yet remained calm.

She slowly closed her eyes, her body radiating with the vitality of creation, as if she had merged with all life in the primordial world.

She spoke softly: "The creation of life is not meant for destruction, but for new life."

As soon as she finished speaking, the life force of creation around her suddenly surged.

That gentle radiance transformed into a vast sea of ​​life, surging back towards the endless black tide of monsters.

Wherever the Sea of ​​Life passes, there are those deformed monsters.

One by one, in that sea of ​​life, their twisted limbs gradually transformed and stretched out.

The deformed head gradually straightened; the crazed eyes gradually cleared.

They were actually "purified" little by little by that life force of creation!

The purified monsters were no longer insane or deformed, but transformed into strands of pure life force, merging into the sea of ​​life.

The sea of ​​life, instead, grew ever more vast and powerful, surging towards Shub-Niggurath's true form!

"No matter how many you nurture, they cannot withstand the purification of my creation."

Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, her gaze calm. "Because all the negative things in this world will eventually be resolved by vitality and goodwill."

Under the impact of that sea of ​​life, the chunks of flesh finally let out a mournful wail, as if countless voices overlapped.

Its countless tentacles twitched wildly.

Those countless enormous mouths roared madly.

It tried to escape, but found that its huge, cloud-like body was already surrounded by the sea of ​​life, with nowhere to run!

"The Black Goat, the mother of countless offspring!"

From within that mass of flesh and blood, a final, desperate roar rang out.

Then, its enormous body, washed away by the sea of ​​life, slowly shrank, purified, and dissipated...