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

Inside the Pangu Palace, the chaotic light gradually receded, and the divine beings of law behind the twelve Ancestral Witches slowly disappeared into their bodies.

The blessing power from the Great Dao receded like the tide, but left an eternal mark on the Heavenly Dao.

Beneath the dome of the Pangu Palace, the Twenty-Four Petals of Creation Lotus slowly rotated, casting down a chaotic light that enveloped the entire palace.

Within that light, the fortune of the Wu Clan, like an invisible river, became increasingly stable and solidified under the illumination of the blue lotus.

As the twelve ancestral witches recovered from the lingering effects of the Great Dao's blessing, an unprecedented light shone in each of their eyes.

Dijiang looked down at his hands, feeling the power within him that connected him to the Heavenly Dao, and said in a deep voice:

"The God of Laws... I can feel it; it resides deep within my soul, fused with my will."

It is both a part of the Way of Heaven and an extension of myself. This feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

Zhu Jiuyin opened his cloudy old eyes, which now held a hint of clarity and depth:

"The laws of time... In the past, I could only manipulate time by instinct, but now I can clearly perceive every tributary and every node of the river of time."

The deities of the laws are indeed like primordial spirits, allowing me to truly comprehend the Dao of Heaven.

Zhu Rong laughed loudly, "Haha! I can feel it too!"

Although I used to wield the Law of Fire, I always felt there was a veil between us, and it was all very vague.

Now that veil is gone, the Law of Fire is like a part of my body; I can use it however I want!

Gonggong, unusually, did not refute, and nodded, saying, "The law of water is also like this."

The deities of law have indeed granted us abilities similar to a primordial spirit. Although it is not a primordial spirit, it surpasses one.

Xuanming coldly said, "The Law of Ice... I can sense that the Law of Ice in the Heavenly Dao is connected to my deity."

As long as Heaven's will endure, my deity will endure; as long as my deity endures, I will endure.

Houtu said softly, "The same applies to the laws of earth. Moreover, I have a primordial spirit within me, and now the laws and the primordial spirit resonate with each other, making my perception of the earth many times deeper than before."

Pan Xuan stood aside, watching the changes in the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that the Great Dao's blessing transformed the martial arts phenomena of the Ancestral Witches into Law Gods, which was not only an enhancement of their strength but also an affirmation of their identity.

From then on, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were no longer just innate deities formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, but also the embodiment of the laws of Heaven and the guardians of Heaven.

Although they still do not have a primordial spirit in the traditional sense, the existence of the law deities is almost equivalent to giving them a kind of comprehension ability similar to that of a primordial spirit.

Being able to clearly perceive the laws and comprehend the Way of Heaven is essentially no different from the primordial spirit of a cultivator.

He raised his head and looked at the twenty-four-petaled Creation Lotus slowly rotating beneath the dome.

On the petals of the blue lotus, chaotic light spread like ripples. With each rotation, an invisible force of fortune merged into the long river of fortune of the Wu clan.

The River of Fortune, which was originally just a trickle, gradually became wider and deeper under the illumination of the Azure Lotus, like a surging river that tightly connected the fate of the Witch Clan with the fate of heaven and earth.

With this auspicious lotus guarding them, the fortune of the Wu clan is as solid as a rock, and no matter how the wind and rain blow from the outside world, it is difficult to shake it in the slightest.

Pan Xuan withdrew his gaze, looked at the ancestral witches, and slowly spoke:

"Dear brothers and sisters, the Great Dao has bestowed blessings upon us, and Heaven has recognized our existence. The Twenty-Four Grade Creation Lotus has been granted to our Wu Clan."

The Witch Clan's fortunes are now stable, and the Law Gods have granted you all abilities similar to the Primordial Spirit. However, the Witch Clan's foundation still needs continuous strengthening.

Di Jiang looked at Pan Xuan and said in a deep voice, "Brother Pan Xuan, what are your thoughts?"

Pan Xuan walked into the hall, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked through the gate of the Pangu Hall toward the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

His voice was steady and solemn: "Mount Buzhou is the spine of the Father God, the place where the spiritual roots of heaven and earth converge."

Pan Xuan learned from his inherited memories that many innate spiritual roots grow on Mount Buzhou, each containing the most primordial power of heaven and earth.

These spiritual roots are protected by innate restrictions and have never appeared in the world.

If these spiritual roots can be found, the restrictions broken, and they transplanted into the witch tribe, it will not only strengthen the witch tribe's foundation but also make its fortune more stable.

Zhu Rong's eyes lit up: "Innate spiritual roots? That's amazing! Brother Pan Xuan, do you know where those spiritual roots are?"

Pan Xuan shook his head and said, "Pan Xuan only knows that they are on Buzhou Mountain, but we need to find their exact location."

Mount Buzhou is vast and boundless. From its foot to its summit, from the surface to the depths of the earth, every place may conceal a spiritual root protected by innate restrictions.

We need to search carefully, leaving no stone unturned. Those innate restrictions are extremely well hidden; they are difficult to find without deliberate investigation.

Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan is right."

Mount Buzhou is the foundation of my Wu clan, and the spiritual roots on the mountain should naturally belong to my Wu clan.

"There's no harm in searching. Now that we possess the power of the Laws, our perception far surpasses what it used to be, making it much easier to probe the restrictions."

Dijiang nodded and said, "In that case, let's split up and search. Although Buzhou Mountain is large, if the thirteen of us act separately, we should be able to find some things."

The ancestral witches all nodded in agreement. Thus, the thirteen people left the Pangu Palace and began their treasure hunt on Mount Buzhou.

Mount Buzhou stands majestically, reaching straight into the clouds.

The mountain is bluish-gray, the rocks are as hard as iron, and the surface is covered with countless cracks and marks left by the years.

At the foot of the mountain, vegetation is sparse, and only some of the most resilient plants can survive the aftershocks of Pangu's oppressive power.

But the higher you go, the more lush the vegetation becomes, and the more abundant the spiritual energy.

Once you reach the mountainside or higher, all sorts of exotic flowers and rare herbs can be seen everywhere, and strange birds and animals roam among them, creating a vibrant scene.

Pan Xuan, along with Hou Tu and Xuan Ming, searched upwards along the southern foothills of Buzhou Mountain.

Pan Xuan extended his divine sense, sensing the aura of every inch of land and every plant around him.

Innate spiritual roots are protected by innate restrictions, which emit extremely faint fluctuations that are easily overlooked unless deliberately investigated.

They searched for several days and found many spiritual herbs and plants, but none of them contained innate spiritual roots.

Although those spiritual herbs were precious, they were far from reaching the level of "spiritual root" and had no innate restrictions to protect them.

Pan Xuan was not discouraged. He knew that innate spiritual roots were rare and required patience and opportunity.

On this day, they arrived at a secluded valley on the southern slope of Buzhou Mountain.

The secluded valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with a flat valley floor in the middle. In the center of the valley floor is a clear spring with crystal-clear water that exudes a faint spiritual aura.

The valley is covered with lush vegetation, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants are vying for attention, creating a vibrant and lively scene.

Pan Xuan stood at the entrance of the valley, his divine sense sweeping across the entire secluded valley. Suddenly, he sensed something unusual.

In the center of the valley, on a clearing beside a spring, the atmosphere was completely different from the rest of the place.

It wasn't that there was no aura, but rather that the aura was concealed by some force, as if an invisible barrier was separating that area from the outside world.

"There are restrictions there," Pan Xuan said in a deep voice, pointing to the open space next to the spring.

Houtu and Xuanming looked in the direction he was pointing, but they saw nothing.

The open space was just ordinary grass, with nothing unusual about it.

However, Houtu's perception of the earth's power was extremely keen. She closed her eyes and carefully probed with the laws of earth. After a moment, she opened her eyes and nodded, saying:

"There are indeed restrictions."

The restriction was extremely well hidden, blending seamlessly into the surrounding environment, and could not be discovered without deliberate investigation.

Within the barrier, the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind could be faintly flowing.