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

Pan Xuan sat cross-legged in the quiet room, closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling the long-dormant power deep within his soul.

Countless years have passed since I returned from the top of Buzhou Mountain.

Since these eons, he has been studying the insights brought to him by the Pangu Creation Diagram while waiting for the restoration of the divine wisdom.

After that supernatural power was used on the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it fell into a long period of silence, like a dried-up stream waiting for the spring to gush forth again.

At that moment, he could feel that the stream had finally filled up again.

Not only that.

The power of the divine light is purer and more profound than before.

It was as if that experience on the top of Buzhou Mountain not only erased his identity as an "outlier," but also caused a qualitative transformation in this supernatural power.

That earth-shattering axe, that power that coexists with creation and destruction, that compassion that enlightens all things, all seem to have merged into the divine light of enlightenment, making it even more mysterious and powerful.

Pan Xuan opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his gentle eyes.

"It's recovered..." he murmured to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He stood up, walked out of the meditation room, and headed towards the main hall of the Pangu Temple.

Since the beginning of these eons, the twelve Ancestral Witches have been cultivating in the Pangu Palace. Some are comprehending the Great Dao of Power, some are practicing the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons, and some are studying their respective laws. None of them have gone out.

When Pan Xuan arrived at the main hall, Di Jiang was sitting in the main seat with his eyes closed in meditation, while the other ancestral witches were also sitting cross-legged. The entire hall was filled with a calm and profound atmosphere.

"Dear brothers and sisters," Pan Xuan's voice rang out in the hall, not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every ancestral witch.

The twelve Ancestral Witches all opened their eyes and looked at him.

Houtu spoke first, her voice gentle: "Brother Panxuan, is something the matter?"

Pan Xuan walked into the hall, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced at each of the Ancestral Witches before slowly saying, "The Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light has been restored."

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral shamans were invigorated.

Zhu Rong was the first to jump up, laughing loudly, "You've recovered? That's wonderful! Brother Pan Xuan, your Wisdom Light is a treasure; after it shone on me last time, my mind was clear for quite a while!"

Gonggong rarely showed a look of anticipation: "Indeed. Although the Heavenly Enlightenment Light could not give birth to my primordial spirit, its improvement on comprehension is real."

"Through these primordial comprehensions, I found the Great Dao to be much smoother than before, which I suppose is the lingering effect of that wisdom light."

Xuanming coldly said, "Since you've recovered, then use it again."

The Great Way of Power taught by the Father God is too profound; the more understanding one gains, the more one will reap the rewards.

Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan, you just said you have recovered."

Could it be that this recovery is different from the previous ones?

Pan Xuan smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "Sister Houtu is indeed perceptive. She is truly different."

He paused, a golden light flashing in his eyes: "At the top of Buzhou Mountain, Father God led me to witness the creation of heaven and earth, and let me personally experience that axe blow."

That experience not only erased my identity as an anomaly, but also transformed my divine wisdom.

The effects of the current Awakening Light are even greater than before.

Zhu Rong's eyes widened: "Even better? Does that mean I'll become smarter after being illuminated?"

Gonggong scoffed, "You think you can get any smarter? No matter how smart you get, you'll still be the same."

Zhu Rong angrily retorted, "Gonggong, do you want to fight?"

"Alright," Dijiang said calmly, silencing the two men's argument.

He looked at Pan Xuan and said in a deep voice, "Brother Pan Xuan, since that's the case, please use the Heavenly Enlightenment Light on us once more."

Pan Xuan nodded: "That's exactly what I was thinking."

The twelve Ancestral Witches sat down in the hall. Pan Xuan walked up to them, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and mobilized the power that had undergone transformation deep within his soul.

A moment later, he opened his eyes.

Those eyes have changed.

His eyes, which were originally black and white, now transformed into two golden suns, dazzling yet gentle and not glaring.

Within that golden light, it seemed to contain the most primal wisdom of heaven and earth, capable of illuminating all confusion and enlightening all living beings.

Unlike before, the golden light also carried a hint of creation and creation.

That was a gift from the Pangu Creation Diagram, a new force born after the transformation of divine wisdom.

Pan Xuan stretched out his finger, and a point of golden light condensed at his fingertip.

The golden light grew brighter and brighter, as if a miniature sun was floating on his fingertip.

Within that light, runes flowed faintly, the sounds of the Great Dao echoed, and scenes of creation and opening up of the world appeared and disappeared.

"Divine Revelation and Wisdom".

Pan Xuan uttered these four words softly, and the golden light at his fingertips transformed into a beam of light, shining upon Di Jiang's brow.

Dijiang shuddered, feeling a warm current surge from between his eyebrows, penetrating deep into his soul.

The warm current was richer and deeper than before, as if it carried a power that could create the world, washing away and wiping away his soul layer by layer.

He could feel that his mind had become clearer than ever before.

Those questions that I couldn't understand before now seem to have some answers; those fogs that I couldn't see clearly before have now vanished.

The profound meaning of the Great Way of Power became much clearer in his eyes.

A moment later, the golden light dissipated. Pan Xuan turned to Zhu Jiuyin and used it again.

One by one, the twelve ancestral witches received the baptism of divine wisdom.

After receiving the light of wisdom, each ancestral witch's eyes became clearer and her aura became more vibrant.

Although the wisdom light could not enable them to develop a primordial spirit, it did significantly enhance their comprehension, especially during the crucial period of comprehending the Great Dao of Enlightenment, where this enhancement was invaluable.

After the last Ancestral Witch, Tianwu, received the Heavenly Enlightenment Light, Panxuan withdrew his fingers and gently adjusted his breathing.

Although the use of the Heavenly Enlightenment Light consumed his mental energy, he was still able to maintain his peak condition thanks to the protection of the Righteous Qi Technique.

"How are you feeling, brothers and sisters?" Pan Xuan asked.

Zhu Rong grinned and said, "Great! Excellent! Much better than last time! I feel like the mess in my head has been stirred up and is much clearer!"

Gonggong, unusually, did not mock him, and nodded, saying, "Indeed, it's better than last time."

That day, the light of enlightenment seemed to have gained a touch of... the spirit of creation.

This must be what Pan Xuan and his brother gained at the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan, you just said that the Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light has advanced a step further, and it is indeed true."

I could feel that this radiant wisdom was also nourishing my primordial spirit, though not as directly as the first time, but more persistently.

Pan Xuan nodded and said, "After the transformation of the Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light, it has indeed gained more power to open up the world."

The creation of heaven and earth is the greatest enlightenment, opening up space for all things in the universe to live.

This power, integrated into the divine light of enlightenment, amplifies its effects.

He paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "However, the Apocalyptic Wisdom Light is just an appetizer."

Next, is what I really want to show you, my brothers and sisters.

The ancestral witches were taken aback and looked at him.

Pan Xuan walked to the center of the hall, stood with his hands behind his back, and took a deep breath.

"At the top of Buzhou Mountain, the Father God led me to witness the creation of heaven and earth, and let me personally experience that axe blow."

His voice became solemn, "The image of that axe blow is etched into my soul."

Today, I will show it to all my brothers and sisters, so that everyone can see the Father God's creation of heaven and earth.

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches were invigorated.

The creation of heaven and earth was the greatest feat of the father god Pangu, a sight that these ancestral witches, formed from his essence and blood, had never witnessed before.

Although they can sense some fragments from the inherited memories, they are ultimately just vague remnants, far less real than seeing it with their own eyes.

"Brother Panxuan, can you demonstrate the creation of the world?" Dijiang's voice was tinged with excitement.

He closed his eyes and activated the mark deep within his soul.

That mark contains the entire process of Pangu creating the world, from the chaos before creation, to the moment the axe struck, to the beginning of heaven and earth, to the birth of all things.

A moment later, Pan Xuan opened his eyes. Suddenly, a scene appeared in his eyes.

The image was projected from his eyes and slowly unfolded in the main hall of the Pangu Temple, transforming into a huge, lifelike scroll.

Within the painting lies endless chaos.

There was no heaven and earth, no sun and moon, no stars, only a 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.

The chaotic energy surged endlessly, like boiling magma or a roaring ocean, filled with the power of both destruction and creation.

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, on which chaotic energy surged endlessly, and yin and yang forces intertwined and intertwined.

His body was taller than any mountain, and his breath was more vast than any ocean.

That was Pangu, the Pangu before he created the world.

The twelve Ancestral Witches all held their breath the moment they saw that figure.

They could sense an aura from that figure that shared the same origin as their own.

That was the breath of the Father God, the source of their bloodline.

Although they had already seen the phantom of the Father God on the top of Buzhou Mountain, seeing it again now still stirred their hearts.

Pangu in the picture moved.

He raised the giant axe in his hand, the movement seemingly slow, yet containing an indescribable sense of power.

The moment the giant axe was raised, the entire chaos seemed to freeze, and all the chaotic energy stopped churning, as if waiting for something.

On the axe blade, chaotic energy surged wildly, and yin and yang forces intertwined and entwined, condensing an unimaginable power 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--!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches 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 cleaved through 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.

The twelve ancestral witches were immersed in this scene, their eyes sparkling with shock and understanding.

They could sense the origin of the Great Dao of Power from that world-opening spectacle.

That is not just brute force, but a power that combines creation and destruction, a manifestation of the fusion of laws and will.