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

Three thousand years is but a fleeting moment in the vast universe.

Inside the Pangu Hall, the thirteen people cultivated in their own ways, and the years flowed silently like the primordial energy rising from the pool of blood.

The four-symbol banana tree grows quietly in front of the palace. Although the four-colored light on the branches after the leaves have been removed has dimmed a bit.

However, the four fundamental forces of earth, water, fire, and wind continue to flow slowly within the tree, awaiting their resurgence after countless eons.

The innate gourd vine took root beside it, and its seven flower buds emitted seven-colored light, echoing the lingering charm of the Four Symbols Banana Tree, as if telling some ancient rhythm.

For the past three thousand years, the primordial world has not been peaceful.

Before the aftershocks of the first sermon at Zixiao Palace had even subsided, the news that Dao Ancestor Hongjun was about to merge with the Dao spread like thunder throughout the four seas and eight wastelands.

Countless cultivators relished this, regarding Hongjun as the first saint of the prehistoric world and Zixiao Palace as a sacred place for cultivation.

The discussions about the Wu tribe gradually fermented over these three thousand years, transforming from whispers in the Zixiao Palace into open mockery across the primordial land.

"The Witch Clan has no primordial spirit, they can't even comprehend the Heavenly Dao, yet they want to complete the Heavenly Dao? What a joke."

"Only when the Dao Ancestor merges with the Dao can the Heavenly Dao be truly perfected. The commotion caused by the Witch Clan was nothing more than a clown jumping around."

"They're just relying on their status as descendants of Pangu to cause trouble in the primordial world. Once the Dao Ancestor merges with the Dao, let's see how they can still cause trouble."

These words reached Buzhou Mountain through various channels.

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches remained unusually calm. They ignored the discussions and continued their secluded cultivation in the Pangu Palace.

Because Pan Xuan said one word: wait.

"Wait?" Zhu Rong was the first to jump up. "Brother Pan Xuan, those people outside are calling our Wu clan clowns, and you expect us to wait?"

Pan Xuan stood in the main hall, hands behind his back, his gaze calm as still water.

Behind him, the nine-clawed golden dragon, a deity of law, appeared and disappeared, emitting a faint chaotic light.

He did not answer Zhu Rong's question directly, but spoke slowly, his voice steady and composed:

"Brother Zhurong, the reason why those people dare to talk like this is because the Dao Ancestor Hongjun has just become a saint and is at the height of his fame."

Confronting them now will only put the witch clan in a passive position regarding public opinion. What we need is not to argue with them, but to wait for the right opportunity.

"Timing?" Gonggong frowned. "What timing?"

Pan Xuan smiled slightly, a profound light flashing in his eyes: "Ancestor Hongjun said that he would begin the second sermon three thousand years later to expound the Path of Quasi-Saints."

At that time, most of the powerful beings in the primordial world will leave and go to the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the Dao. That will be the true opportunity for us to act.

Dijiang sat in the main seat and said in a deep voice, "Brother Panxuan, do you mean that while all those powerful beings have gone to listen to the Dao, leaving the prehistoric world empty, we should do something else?"

Pan Xuan nodded: "That's right. The Wu Clan was established with the blessing of the Great Dao and the recognition of the Heavenly Dao, and its foundation is already solid."

However, the Wu tribe needs more resources and more foundation to truly gain a foothold in this primordial world.

While there are some of these resources on Mount Buzhou, they are far from sufficient.

We need to leave Buzhou Mountain to find the primordial treasures scattered throughout the prehistoric world.

Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan, you're right. But those treasures are protected by innate restrictions, making them difficult to discover. Even if those powerful figures aren't here, how can we find them?"

Pan Xuan said, "Sister Houtu, have you forgotten?"

Now that you brothers and sisters are connected to the laws of the gods and the Heavenly Dao, your ability to perceive innate restrictions far surpasses that of before.

Those restrictions that were once undetectable are now clearly visible to us, like lights in the darkness.

This is precisely the greatest advantage that the Great Dao bestows upon us.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the Ancestral Witches gleamed.

Zhu Rong laughed loudly, "Haha! That's right! I have the power of laws, so it's many times easier for me to perceive restrictions than before!"

Those great beings have gone to listen to the Dao; the primordial world is ours now!

Gonggong nodded and said, "Brother Panxuan, your idea is good. After they all leave, we'll go out and loot."

Dijiang said in a deep voice, "If that's the case, then let's do as Brother Panxuan says. For the next three thousand years, we will continue our secluded cultivation to conserve our energy."

"When Hongjun's second lecture begins and all the great beings leave the prehistoric world, that will be the day our Wu Clan takes action."

The ancestral witches all nodded in agreement.

And so, three thousand years passed in this waiting.

In the past three thousand years, besides cultivating his skills, Pan Xuan has done something else.

He spent a lot of time studying the prehistoric geography and the distribution of innate treasures from his past life memories.

Although he couldn't reveal the future trends, he silently sorted through the information in his mind, preparing for the upcoming actions.

He knew that there were three fairy islands in the East Sea, named Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou, collectively known as the Three Fairy Islands.

These three immortal islands are protected by innate restrictions, appearing and disappearing in the East Sea, making them impossible for ordinary cultivators to find.

The island is home to countless spiritual herbs and plants, as well as numerous innate treasures, making it one of the most blessed lands in the primordial world.

If the Wu Clan could acquire these three immortal islands and use them as their overseas base, their strength would be greatly enhanced.

He also knew that there was a rare innate treasure in Wuyi Mountain called the Treasure-Dropping Coin.

Although this item is not an offensive magical artifact, it possesses extremely unique abilities.

It can bring down all treasures in the world, regardless of their grade or whether they have been refined. As long as they are touched by the light of the Treasure-Falling Coin, they will fall from the sky and lose all their spirituality.

This treasure plays a crucial role in his plan, and he must retrieve it personally.

But he didn't tell anyone these words. He simply buried these plans deep in his heart, waiting for the right opportunity to come.

The three-thousand-year period has finally arrived.

On this day, the spiritual energy on the primordial land suddenly became active.

Countless cultivators flew out from their respective cultivation grounds, heading towards the direction beyond the chaos.

Some rode on clouds, some on swords, some on strange beasts, and some transformed into streaks of light, a vast and boundless spectacle that blotted out the sky.

The second sermon at Zixiao Palace has begun.

Those cultivators who had once mocked the Witch Clan now flew towards Chaos with joy on their faces.

They wanted to listen to the Dao Ancestor expound the Dao of Quasi-Saints, and to pursue the mysteries of that higher realm.

Unbeknownst to anyone, thirteen figures stood quietly before the Pangu Palace in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, watching the streaks of light streak across the sky.

"They're all gone," Zhu Rong grinned. "Not a single one is left."

Gonggong nodded: "These guys get so impatient as soon as they hear about preaching. The primordial world is so vast, aren't they afraid their homes will be robbed?"

Xuanming coldly said, "What is there to steal from their house? The real treasures are hidden within the innate restrictions, which they themselves cannot find."

Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan, the time has come."

Pan Xuan stood in the middle of the twelve Ancestral Witches, his gaze piercing through the sky as he watched the gradually disappearing streams of light.

Behind him, the nine-clawed golden dragon, a deity of law, faintly appeared, radiating a dim chaotic light.

He turned around and looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his voice steady and solemn: "Brothers and sisters, the time has come. I have something to discuss with you."

All the ancestral witches looked at him.

Pan Xuan walked to the front of the hall, stood with his hands behind his back, and slowly said:

"The Wu Clan was established with the blessing of the Great Dao and the approval of Heaven. The Twenty-Four Grade Creation Green Lotus suppressed their fortune, while the Four Symbols Banana Tree and the Primordial Gourd Vine increased their foundation."

However, the Wu tribe's foundation currently rests only on Mount Buzhou.

The world is vast and full of opportunities; we cannot just cling to one mountain.

Dijiang nodded: "Brother Panxuan, you're right. The Wu Clan needs more foundations."