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

The primordial chaos lasted for countless years.

Since Pan Xuan taught the Starry Sky Witch Clan the Way of the Stars, time has been like the sea of ​​clouds on Mount Buzhou, surging endlessly yet silently.

At the southern camp, the Star Witch Clan continued their drills day and night.

The three—Sun, Moon, and Ziwei—each performed their duties, using the "power" bestowed upon them by Panxuan as their guiding principle, leading the 365 main star witch clan members through repeated trials and tribulations.

At first, the operation of the great formation was sometimes hindered.

Some people were a beat too slow in activating the array flags, some people's output of star power was a bit stronger, and some people's power flow with adjacent nodes was not aligned.

At such times, Ziwei would intervene with the imperial power of the Ziwei Emperor Star to coordinate all parties and mend the flaws.

Repeated drills, adjustments, and refinements.

The coordination among the 365 people became increasingly seamless, and the flow of star power within the formation became smoother and smoother.

Later on, as long as Ziwei had a thought, the great formation could operate on its own without much intervention.

The coordination between the sun and the moon has become increasingly refined.

The masculine power of the sun and the feminine power of the moon formed a perfect yin-yang cycle within the grand formation.

Anodes turn into cathodes, cathodes generate anodes, the cycle repeats endlessly, life goes on.

Their cultivation levels steadily improved during this process, gradually progressing from the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm to the middle stage.

Ziwei's imperial aura became increasingly refined as she governed the great formation, and the Ziwei star mark between her brows deepened day by day.

The 14,800 sub-star witch clan members were also busy.

Although they do not directly command the Star Banner, the Zhou Tian Star Array needs them as supplementary secondary stars.

Some of the twelve ancestral witches would occasionally come to the southern camp to watch the drills.

Zhu Rong looked at it several times, then laughed and patted Pan Xuan on the shoulder, saying, "These little brats are even more disciplined than my own men." Gong Gong, unusually, didn't argue, but just nodded silently.

Pan Xuan spent most of his time in the Pangu Palace, consolidating his early-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal cultivation while comprehending the fusion of the Imperial Dao power and the Righteous Qi within his body.

Occasionally he would visit the South Slope Camp to check on the progress of the Starry Sky Witch Clan, but most of the time he would sit cross-legged in the quiet room, probing his divine sense into the Heavenly Dao, silently recording every change in the deficiencies of the Heavenly Dao.

Five innate spiritual roots grew quietly beside the blood pool.

Pan Xuan picked the tender buds of the Enlightenment Tea Tree several times, refined them into Enlightenment Tea, and distributed it to the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three individuals, Taiyang, Taiyin, and Ziwei, to help them comprehend the laws.

On this day, Pan Xuan was resting with his eyes closed in his quiet room when suddenly, his divine sense sensed a slight disturbance in the world.

The fluctuation came from beyond the chaos, like an invisible ripple sweeping across the entire primordial world.

Pan Xuan opened his eyes, walked out of the meditation room, and came to the main hall of the Pangu Palace.

The twelve Ancestral Witches also sensed the fluctuation and emerged one after another from their respective quiet rooms.

"Zixiao Palace," Di Jiang said in a deep voice, "the third sermon is about to begin."

Pan Xuan walked to the entrance of the palace and looked up at the sky.

Above the nine heavens, a faint purple aura stretched across the sky, spreading from the east outwards into the chaos.

That was a sign that Hongjun was preparing to preach; purple clouds came from the east, and celestial flowers appeared and disappeared.

Throughout the primordial world, countless cultivators emerged from their caves, some riding clouds, others wielding swords, transforming into streams of light that flew towards the direction beyond the chaos.

The lights were dense and numerous, like shooting stars moving against the current, illuminating the entire sky with a dazzling array of colors.

Just like during the second sermon, every cultivator in the prehistoric world with some cultivation was unwilling to miss the sage's last opportunity to expound the sage's way.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Dijun, Taiyi, Xihe, Changxi, Fuxi, Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, Styx, Kunpeng...

Almost all the powerful beings in the primordial world who were known by name embarked on the journey to Zixiao Palace.

Pan Xuan stood in front of the Pangu Hall and watched quietly for a long time.

The primordial energy in the blood pool continued to rise, the four-colored branches and leaves of the Four Symbols Banana Tree swayed gently in the wind, and the seven flower buds of the Primordial Gourd Vine emitted a faint seven-colored light.

Inside the hall, the Twenty-Four Petals of Creation Lotus slowly rotated, casting down chaotic light.

The Creation Cauldron, located at the corner of the hall, exudes an aura of returning to one's origin.

"They're all gone." Zhu Rong sidled up to Pan Xuan, grinning, and asked, "Brother Pan Xuan, what are we going to do this time?"

Pan Xuan did not answer immediately.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the twelve Ancestral Witches in the hall, and slowly spoke: "Brothers and sisters, the time has come."

The twelve Ancestral Witches' expressions hardened, and they all looked at him.

Di Jiang said in a deep voice, "Brother Pan Xuan, you speak."

Zhu Rong laughed loudly, "Brother Pan Xuan, just tell us your plan! We'll listen to you!"

Gonggong, unusually, did not refute Zhurong, but simply nodded silently.

Xuanming coldly said, "Brother Panxuan, there's no need for further words. Just speak."

Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan, after so many years of getting along, we have long regarded you as the strategist of the Wu clan."

Your plan is our action. We don't need to know what it is, we just need to know how to do it.

Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, and Tianwu all nodded in agreement.

Zhu Jiuyin opened his cloudy old eyes, his voice hoarse and distant: "Pan Xuan, we have always trusted your schemes. No need for explanation, just speak."

Looking at these ancestral witches who had spent countless years with him, Pan Xuan felt an indescribable warmth welling up in his heart.

From the nine-clawed golden dragon that they once watched in the Pangu Temple, to the strategist they now fully trust, he has come a long way.

Although the twelve ancestral witches had different personalities—some were irritable, some were sinister, some were cold, and some were gentle—they were different in temperament.

But I have always trusted him without reservation.

This trust is as heavy as Buzhou Mountain and as deep as the Eastern Sea.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, walked into the hall, and stood with his hands behind his back.

The gazes of the twelve Ancestral Witches all fell upon him, awaiting the strategist's next move.

Pan Xuan stood in the center of the main hall of the Pangu Palace, his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the twelve Ancestral Witches, and slowly revealed his next plan.

"This time, we're going to the Sea of ​​Blood."

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches were slightly taken aback.

A sea of ​​blood.

This name is known to almost everyone in the primordial world.

It is located in the deepest part of the primordial land, formed from the blood and filth of the body of the father god Pangu when he created the world and perished, along with the blood and filth of the remains of three thousand chaotic demon gods.

That place was a primordial, turbid, and filthy land, filled with malevolent energy, pervasive resentment, and towering waves of blood.

Ordinary cultivators, let alone delve into it, would have their bodies eroded and their primordial spirits polluted by the dense, filthy energy even if they only approached the edge of the sea of ​​blood. At best, their cultivation would regress; at worst, they would die and their cultivation would be destroyed.

In the eyes of all living beings in the primordial world, the Blood Sea was an absolute forbidden zone, the dirtiest and most filthy corner in the world, and the garbage dump of the primordial world.

For countless years, apart from those desperate fugitives who had nowhere to run and were being hunted down by their enemies, almost no cultivators were willing to set foot in that blood-red abyss.

But Pan Xuan's gaze was different from everyone else's.

He looked at the different expressions on the faces of the twelve ancestral witches and continued:

"The Blood Sea is formed from the filthy blood of the Father God and the filthy blood of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods. It is the most turbid and filthy place in the primordial world."

Other races or powerful beings would avoid that place like the plague.

But for my witch clan, the Sea of ​​Blood is nothing short of a vast treasure trove.

Zhu Rong scratched his head, somewhat puzzled:

"Brother Pan Xuan, that sea of ​​blood is filthy and stinking, its malevolent energy utterly murky. How could it have become a treasure trove?"

Pan Xuan said, "Brother Zhurong, our Wu clan follows the path of martial arts."

The foundation of martial arts lies in the physical body. And the tempering of the physical body is inseparable from the malevolent energy of heaven and earth.

"Back then, we were born from the baleful energy beneath Mount Buzhou, and later we broke through to the Golden Immortal realm by absorbing the baleful energy of ferocious beasts in the Western Abyss. All of this proves the importance of baleful energy to our Wu clan."

He paused, then continued, "The turbid evil energy in the sea of ​​blood, though foul and murky, is far less pure than the evil energy beneath Mount Buzhou, nor as ancient as the evil energy at the site of the ancient calamity of the ferocious beasts."

But its quantity is the greatest in the primordial world.

The entire sea of ​​blood was boundless, containing a vast expanse of turbid and malevolent energy.

If we can obtain it for our witch clan's use, the cultivation speed of those ordinary clansmen who have not yet developed a primordial spirit will surely increase significantly.