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

The ancestral shamans were greatly encouraged.

Pan Xuan stood up, hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over each of the Ancestral Witches, his voice steady and solemn:

"Refining one's will is to condense one's own will into a 'phenomenon'."

Anomalous phenomena are the manifestation of will, the outward appearance of the soul. They are not magic or supernatural powers, but rather the embodiment of a being's most essential will.

Every living being has its own visions, but the vast majority of living beings are unable to manifest them throughout their lives.

Refining one's will is to transform the intangible into the tangible, and the hidden into the manifest.

He paused, then continued, "Once the phenomenon is formed, the will has a vessel."

At that time, one will be able to communicate with the laws of heaven and earth through will, and one will be able to influence reality through will.

This is not the primordial spirit, but it is even better than the primordial spirit. The primordial spirit is the condensation of external spiritual light, while the strange phenomena are the manifestation of one's own will.

The primordial spirit can be stripped away, can be suppressed, but extraordinary phenomena are etched into the bones, grown in the soul, and no one can take them away.

Zhu Rong's eyes lit up: "A strange phenomenon? What is my strange phenomenon?"

Pan Xuan smiled slightly: "Brother Zhurong's strange phenomenon is the manifestation of your own will."

As for what exactly it is, you'll need to figure it out and discover it for yourself.

But Pan Xuan can tell his brothers and sisters.

The extraordinary phenomena are closely related to oneself and inseparable from the origin.

You are all ancestral witches formed from the essence and blood of the Father God, and your true form is one of the most powerful forms in the world.

If Pan Xuan's prediction is correct, the unusual phenomena of your elder brothers should be related to their respective true forms.

He walked up to Zhu Rong and solemnly said, "I will pass on the method of refining intention to all my brothers and sisters."

This method takes merit as its guide, will as its foundation, and the Great Way as its guide.

If you practice according to this method, you will be able to condense your will into extraordinary phenomena.

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

Within that golden light lay all the secrets of the method of refining intent.

How to arouse will, how to condense will, and how to concretize will into visions.

He placed the golden light between the eyebrows of each of the twelve Ancestral Witches, imparting to them the method of refining intent.

The twelve Ancestral Witches closed their eyes and concentrated, receiving the method of refining intent taught by Pan Xuan.

That method is mysterious and profound, yet every step is clear and understandable.

They could sense that the method was tailor-made for the Wu Clan, perfectly matching their physical bodies, will, and origins.

"Good!" Dijiang opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with light. "This method of refining intent is indeed exquisite."

"Not by relying on the primordial spirit, but by relying on will—this is precisely the path of my Wu clan."

Zhu Rong laughed loudly, "Brother Pan Xuan, you are amazing!"

With this method, I feel I can quickly condense my Will of Fire!

Gonggong rarely smiled: "The Will of Water... I finally know how to condense it."

Xuanming coldly said, "Since that's the case, then let's not delay any longer. Begin refining your intent."

The twelve Ancestral Witches sat down in the Pangu Hall, each closing their eyes and concentrating their minds, beginning their cultivation according to the method of refining intention taught by Pan Xuan.

Pan Xuan also sat down cross-legged and began to refine his own extraordinary phenomena.

His will is righteous spirit, meritorious deeds, and the essence of heaven and earth.

His origin is the righteous energy of the Father God Pangu, which is a fusion of the merits of creation and the mysterious energy of heaven and earth.

What was his vision?

Pan Xuan closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths of his soul.

There, he saw his own will—golden, vast, and unyielding, like the unwavering resolve of the Father God when He created the world.

That will contains reverence for heaven and earth, compassion for all living beings, and a steadfast commitment to justice.

He began to refine his intention according to the method of cultivating intent.

Willpower is constantly condensed and sublimated in the process of being refined.

The golden light grew brighter and brighter, as if something was about to burst forth from it.

Time passed slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Pan Xuan suddenly felt that his will had reached its peak.

At that moment, a golden light shot into the sky behind him.

Amidst the golden light, a nine-clawed golden dragon soared into the sky.

The golden dragon radiated an aura of righteousness and profound light of merit, its nine claws outstretched, its eyes like the golden sun, majestic yet compassionate.

It hovered behind Pan Xuan, its dragon roar echoing throughout the Pangu Hall, causing the entire hall to tremble slightly.

That was Pan Xuan's true form, a nine-clawed golden dragon.

His vision was himself.

Pan Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the golden nine-clawed dragon behind him, a sudden realization dawning on him.

The vision was a manifestation of his will, and his will was the origin of the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon.

His vision was of himself, which makes perfect sense.

He suppressed the strange phenomenon, and the nine-clawed golden dragon transformed into a beam of golden light, disappearing into his body.

Meanwhile, there were also movements from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Behind Dijiang, a chaotic light shot into the sky.

Within the light, a phantom of a god or demon appeared, shaped like a yellow sac, red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, a chaotic and faceless form.

That was Dijiang's true form, the true body of the Ancestral Witch of Space Speed.

The phantom emitted terrifying fluctuations that distorted space, as if it could shatter the void and roam freely in the vast emptiness.

Behind Zhu Jiuyin, a crimson light shot into the sky.

Amidst the light, a phantom of a god or demon appeared, with a human face and a snake's body, its entire body crimson and its length unknown, stretching for thousands of miles.

That was the true form of Zhu Jiuyin, the true body of the Ancestral Witch of Time.

Between the closed eyes of that phantom, there seemed to be a surge of the power of time's rotation, as if it could see through the past and the future.

Behind Zhurong, a fiery red light shot into the sky.

Amidst the light, a phantom of a god or demon emerged, with a beast's head and a human body, covered in red scales, with fire snakes piercing its ears and a fire dragon beneath its feet.

That was the true form of Zhurong, the ancestral god of fire.

The phantom was surrounded by raging flames, as if it could burn everything and melt the heavens and earth.

Behind Gonggong, a deep black light shot into the sky.

Amidst the light, a phantom image of a god or demon appeared.

It has the head of a python and the body of a human, covered in black scales, standing on a black dragon, and its hands are wrapped around a green python.

That was Gonggong's true form, the ancestral sorcerer of water. The phantom was surrounded by water vapor, as if it could submerge everything and devour all things.

Behind Xuanming, a beam of icy white light shot into the sky.

Within the light, a phantom of a god or demon emerged—a ferocious behemoth covered in bone spurs, its body radiating a chilling aura.

That was the true form of Xuanming, the true body of the Ancestral Witch of Rain. The phantom exuded a chilling aura that seemed to freeze everything, as if it could solidify heaven and earth and stabilize the four poles.

Behind Houtu, a beam of earth-yellow light shot into the sky.

Amidst the light, a phantom of a god or demon appeared, with a human face and a snake body, seven arms growing from its back, and two hands holding a serpent on its chest.

That was the true form of Houtu, the ancestral witch of the earth. The phantom exuded a heavy, mountain-like pressure, as if it could bear all things and encompass everything.

Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, Tianwu.

Behind each ancestral witch, a phantom image of their true form appeared.

That was their vision, the manifestation of their will, the embodiment of their origin.

The illusory images of the twelve ancestral witches, along with the illusory image of Pan Xuan's nine-clawed golden dragon, thirteen strange phenomena appeared simultaneously in the Pangu Palace.