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

After Pan Xuan explained the blueprint of the divine system in detail, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not hesitate at all and decided to immediately begin implementing the first step.

The divine system must begin with the mountain god, and the mountain god must begin with Pan Xuan, and Pan Xuan must begin with Buzhou Mountain. This is the path that everyone agrees on.

However, Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of the father god Pangu, a pillar supporting the sky. Becoming the mountain god of this mountain is not something that can be achieved with just a vow.

Pan Xuan must truly comprehend the aura of Buzhou Mountain and merge himself with this ancestor of all mountains in order to assume the position of mountain god and gain the recognition of the Heavenly Dao.

"To truly become the mountain god of Buzhou Mountain, having the rules of the divine path is not enough."

Pan Xuan stood in the hall and slowly said, "I need to comprehend the most fundamental aura of Buzhou Mountain."

Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of the Father God; its origin is the Father God's origin. I need to feel the Father God's power up close.

Dijiang said in a deep voice, "You want us to summon the phantom of the Father God?"

Pan Xuan nodded: "That's right. The Pangu phantom summoned by the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons contains the most primordial aura of the Father God."

I will seek enlightenment before that illusory figure, using the aura of the Father God as a guide, to find the opportunity to resonate with the essence of Mount Buzhou.

The twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged a glance, without any hesitation.

Summoning the phantom of Pangu requires a tremendous amount of power, but for them, whatever Panxuan wants to do, they will support him.

This trust has been deeply rooted in countless years of fighting side by side.

"Let's go." At Dijiang's command, the twelve Ancestral Witches all stood up.

On the open ground in front of the Pangu Hall, the twelve Ancestral Witches each occupied a side, standing according to the positions of the Dutian Divine Array.

Dijiang stood due east, with the deity of the laws of space appearing behind him. The chaotic light swirled slowly like a vortex, and even the air around him became deep and distorted.

Zhu Jiuyin stood in the due west, and the deity of the laws of time transformed into a silvery-white river of time, winding and flowing around him, with the past, present, and future endlessly revolving.

Zhu Rong stood due south, stepping on the Nanming Li Fire. The fire god burned fiercely, and the crimson flames turned half the sky red. The heat waves rolled in but did not dissipate.

Gonggong stood facing due north, surrounded by surging weak water. The water deity was as deep as an abyss, and the black water light echoed the firelight of Zhurong, one yin and one yang.

The icy deity of Xuanming emanates a chilling aura from the northeast, freezing everything in its path. Wherever its icy white light passes, the air freezes into frost.

Houtu, the earth deity, resides in the southwest, bearing the weight of the earth, her earth-yellow light as steady as a mountain.

Jumang is the god of verdant wood, Rushou is the god of sharp metal, Qiangliang is the god of thunder, Xizi is the god of lightning, Shebishi is the god of poisonous miasma, and Tianwu is the god of storms.

The twelve ancestral witches and the twelve deities of the laws appeared simultaneously in front of the Pangu Temple.

The twelve rays of light intertwined, forming an unimaginable pressure that enveloped the entire Pangu Palace.

The blood pool in front of the hall surged endlessly, and the twenty-four-petaled Creation Lotus spun rapidly within the hall, with chaotic light cascading down like a waterfall.

Pan Xuan stood outside the great formation, his hands behind his back, gazing at the twelve beams of light shooting into the sky within the formation.

Behind him, the nine-clawed golden dragon, a deity of law, faintly appeared, its purple-gold dragon eyes echoing the twelve rays of light in the great formation.

"All Heavenly Gods and Demons—Rise!"

With a loud shout, Dijiang commanded the twelve Ancestral Witches to unleash their full power simultaneously.

The power of the twelve laws merged into one at this moment, transforming into a pillar of chaotic light that shot up from in front of Mount Buzhou and pierced the clouds.

The beam of light was so bright that even the stars in the heavens above paled in comparison.

Within the pillar of light, the power of the twelve divine deities intertwined, merged, and sublimated, gradually coalescing into a towering phantom.

The phantom was initially just a blurry outline, like the chaos before the creation of heaven and earth.

But soon, the outline began to become clear. It was the shape of an innate Dao body, tens of millions of miles high, with its head reaching the sky and its feet on the earth.

The features of the phantom gradually became clear. It was a resolute yet compassionate face, with eyes containing the power to create the world and the love to transform into all things.

In his hand, he held the phantom of a giant axe, the blade of which surged with chaotic energy.

The phantom of Pangu.

The moment the phantom took shape, an unimaginable pressure emanated from it, enveloping the entire Buzhou Mountain.

Its oppressive aura was vast, ancient, and boundless, older than heaven and earth themselves, and more eternal than the sun, moon, and stars.

All the birds and beasts on Mount Buzhou prostrated themselves, the grass and trees on the mountain trembled slightly, and even the mountain itself emitted a deep resonance, as if responding to the arrival of the Father God.

Houtu stood in the center of the formation, and her primordial spirit in the Niwan Palace suddenly lit up.

With a thought, her primordial spirit connected with the phantom of Pangu.

The eyes of the phantom, which were originally a chaotic mess, suddenly lit up, as if they had gained a trace of sentience.

With the blessing of Houtu's primordial spirit, Pangu's phantom became more solid and vivid, and his brows were adorned with a blend of compassion and majesty.

The phantom of the Destruction Monument also appeared faintly behind her, echoing the aura of the Pangu phantom.

Pan Xuan took a deep breath, slowly walked to the front of the illusory figure, and sat down cross-legged.

He raised his head and looked up at the towering, ethereal figure, a feeling of awe and closeness welling up in his heart.

He is a nine-clawed golden dragon transformed from the righteous energy of Pangu, and he shares the same origin as this phantom.

Sitting before the phantom at this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the moment when heaven and earth were first created, feeling the resolute determination of the Father God when splitting the chaos, and feeling the compassion of the Father God when transforming into all things.

He closed his eyes, and a thought flashed through his mind.

He was now using the divine power of Heavenly Enlightenment and Wisdom Light for his own purposes.

A point of golden light condensed at his fingertips, dazzling and containing the essence of creation, more profound and pure than any previous display.

With a gentle flick, the golden light entered his own brow.

hum-

A warm current surged from between his eyebrows, penetrating deep into his soul.

Pan Xuan shuddered, feeling his consciousness become clearer than ever before.

He was very familiar with the effects of the Apocalyptic Wisdom Light, but this time, he used the light on himself, and in front of the Pangu phantom.

The power of creation that was integrated into that wisdom light resonated subtly with the Pangu aura emanating from the phantom.

Two forces of the same origin converged deep within his soul, stirring up invisible ripples.

The image of Pangu creating the world suddenly lit up deep in his mind.

The image of that axe strike reappeared, chaos like a chicken egg, a giant holding a giant axe, raised it above his head, and then cleaved it down violently.

That single axe strike contained not only the ultimate power of the Dao, but also Pangu's understanding of heaven and earth, his perception of the Dao, and his compassion for all things.

Chaos was cleaved open; the pure rose to become the heavens, and the turbid sank to become the earth, from which all things came into being. Pan Xuan's consciousness was immersed in that scene.

Unlike when he watched it in the Pangu Hall before, this time he had a deeper feeling.

The phantom of Pangu was right in front of him. The aura of the Father God emanating from that phantom was completely consistent with the aura in the Creation Diagram. The two corroborated and superimposed each other, allowing Pan Xuan to reach an unprecedented depth of understanding of the power of Pangu.

He no longer seemed to be a bystander, but rather stood in that chaos, watching the Father God raise the giant axe and personally experiencing the awe-inspiring moment when the axe struck and the world was created.

Time passed slowly.

Pan Xuan sat motionless before the phantom of Pangu, like an unchanging stone sculpture.

The Righteous Qi Technique circulated within his body on its own, and the Merit and Profound Yellow Dharma Image appeared and disappeared behind him. The golden light of merit and the Profound Yellow Qi intertwined, like a great purple-gold sun.

The nine-clawed golden dragon, a deity of law, hovered above his head. Its eyes shimmered with a continuous flow of purple and gold light, and the purple patterns on its scales became even more profound under the illumination of the illusory light.

The effects of the divine light brought his comprehension to its peak, and the imprint of the Heavenly Creation Diagram played repeatedly in his soul.

The aura of the Pangu phantom enveloped him like a vast ocean.

When these three elements are combined, a wondrous transformation occurs.