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

He walked across the rocky beach at the foot of the mountain, and the rocks, weathered and riddled with holes by the years, seemed to gleam slightly under his righteous spirit.

He walked through the ancient forest on the mountainside, where the towering trees, which had grown for countless millennia, swayed gently as his breath touched them.

He walked along the cliffs of the mountain ridge, and the steep, knife-like rock walls seemed to respond faintly with warmth as his palms touched them.

His divine sense remained at its maximum range, perceiving every detail of Mount Buzhou.

The direction of the earth's veins, the distribution of spiritual energy, the joints of rock strata, and the flow of water veins.

His divine law hovered above his head, his purple-gold dragon eyes scanning every corner of the mountain, imprinting all the information he sensed deep into his soul.

The connection between him and Buzhou Mountain became clearer and stronger over time.

At first it was just a faint pulsation, but later it became a clearly discernible resonance.

His heartbeat gradually synchronized with the pulse of Mount Buzhou, his breath gradually harmonized with the flow of spiritual energy on Mount Buzhou, and his will gradually merged with the remaining will of the Father God in Mount Buzhou.

He walked to the summit and stood on the same blue stone where the thirteen of them had stood when they climbed to the top together.

The sea of ​​clouds surged beneath his feet, and the gale howled around him.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and released his righteous energy to the fullest extent.

Golden light emanated from him, spreading outwards from the mountaintop in all directions, from the summit to the mountainside, from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, and from the foot of the mountain to the depths of the earth.

He began to converse with Buzhou Mountain.

It is not through language, but through breath, will, and soul.

He released the essence of the Father God that he had comprehended, allowing Mount Buzhou to feel the Pangu aura within him.

That was righteous energy, the merit of creation, the primordial energy, and the mark of the Father God that he had obtained after three hundred and sixty-five years of arduous cultivation before the phantom of Pangu.

Buzhou Mountain responded to him.

The entire mountain resonated with a deep, resonant sound that was not heard with the ears, but rather echoed directly into the depths of one's soul.

That was joy, recognition, and the relief of finally receiving the successor after countless years of lonely waiting.

Pan Xuan's righteous spirit began to merge with the primordial power of Buzhou Mountain.

This process is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Rather, it is like the confluence of two great rivers, which are initially distinct but gradually merge and permeate each other, eventually becoming one.

His aura merged with that of Mount Buzhou, and his divine power of law formed an eternal connection with the mountain spirit of Mount Buzhou.

And so, I sit here for who knows how many years.

When he opened his eyes again, his aura was completely different.

He was still Pan Xuan, still that gentle and refined young man in purple robes, but there was an indescribable air about him now.

That is the mountain's steadfastness, its profoundness, and its unwavering commitment through the ages.

He sat there, like a mountain.

Standing atop Mount Buzhou, he is Mount Buzhou, and Mount Buzhou is him.

He stood up and looked down the mountain.

There, the Pangu Palace sat quietly beside the Blood Pool, its interior brightly lit.

He knew that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were waiting for him there.

He took a step, and his figure disappeared from the mountaintop, appearing in front of the Pangu Temple the next moment.

This is not spatial travel, but rather his authority as the mountain god of Buzhou Mountain.

Within the area of ​​Buzhou Mountain, he can appear anywhere at will.

The mountain god is the master of the mountain.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches sensed his presence and emerged from the Pangu Palace.

They had now recovered to their peak condition, their aura as powerful as ever.

When their gazes fell upon Pan Xuan, a hint of surprise flashed in everyone's eyes.

Zhu Rong was the first to speak, his tone filled with astonishment: "Brother Pan Xuan, your aura... is exactly the same as Buzhou Mountain's!"

Gonggong nodded and said, "Standing there, you are like the mountain itself. No, you are Buzhou Mountain."

Houtu said softly, "Brother Panxuan, you have succeeded."

Pan Xuan smiled slightly: "I've succeeded by sheer luck. Mount Buzhou has recognized me as its master, and the position of mountain god can now be established."

Dijiang asked in a deep voice, "How should we establish it?"

Pan Xuandao said, "I swear an oath to the Great Dao."

In the name of Father Pangu, with the Great Dao as witness and the Heavenly Dao as the mirror, I formally assume the position of Mountain God of Buzhou Mountain.

This is not just my own vow.

Instead, the Wu tribe declared to heaven and earth:

The pantheon begins at Mount Buzhou.

Houtu asked softly, "Do we need to swear an oath together?"

Pan Xuan nodded: "The divine system is not my system alone, but the system of the Wu clan."

This oath should be made jointly by the thirteen of us, and proclaimed to Heaven and Earth.

Dijiang nodded: "Let's go."

The thirteen people walked to the blood pool in front of the Pangu Hall, facing the majestic Buzhou Mountain, and stood still.

Pan Xuan stood at the very front, with the twelve Ancestral Witches lined up behind him.

The golden blood in the blood pool churned slightly, and the Twenty-Fourth Grade Creation Lotus flew out of the hall, hovering above everyone's heads, with chaotic light cascading down like a waterfall.

Pan Xuan took a deep breath and swore an oath to the heavens.

His voice was not loud, but as steady and deep as a mountain, piercing through the clouds, through the gale, through the heavens and the earth, and resounding throughout the entire primordial world.

"With Father Pangu above, with the Great Dao above, and with Heaven's judgment upon us—"

Three titles, threefold respect.

The Father God comes first, the Great Way comes second, and the Way of Heaven serves as our guide.

This is the order of the shamanic tribe and the foundation of the divine way.

"I am Pan Xuan, a being born from the righteous energy of Father God Pangu."

Now, having comprehended the divine way and inherited the will of the Father God, I am willing to serve as the Mountain God of Buzhou Mountain.

From this day forward, I will live and die with Mount Buzhou. As long as the mountain exists, I will live; if the mountain is destroyed, I will die.

I shall sort out the veins of Mount Buzhou, harmonize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, suppress all evil spirits, and safeguard the primordial order.

This is the responsibility of the true lineage of Pangu, and I will uphold it for eternity.

As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve Ancestral Witches behind him stepped forward in unison.

The twelve divine beings of the laws appeared simultaneously, and the twelve kinds of light intertwined to form a pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth.

Dijiang's voice was as steady as a mountain, representing the joint voice of the twelve ancestral witches.

"We, the twelve Ancestral Witches, were formed from the essence and blood of Father God Pangu, and we wield the fundamental laws of heaven and earth."

Today, we are the source of the divine way, and together we can attest that Pan Xuan is the mountain god of Buzhou Mountain.

From then on, the pantheon, beginning with Mount Buzhou and headed by the mountain god, gradually spread and covered the entire prehistoric world.

May all the spirits of heaven bear witness to this oath.

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavens and earth trembled.

On Mount Buzhou, a chaotic light shot into the sky, a response from the mountain spirit and the approval of the Father God's spine.

The light pierced the sky, echoing the stars in the heavens.

Flowers rained down from the sky, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground.

Countless golden petals fluttered down, each petal containing the power of pure merit.

On the earth, golden lotuses emerged from the soil, each lotus exuding a profound Taoist charm.

The Great Way responded.

A vast and boundless chaotic light descended from the Heavenly Dao, a blessing from the Great Dao and the recognition of the divine system by Heaven and Earth.

The light fell on Pan Xuan and onto the star mark above his head.

The Star Seal flew out of his sleeve automatically and hovered in mid-air. The sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers on the seal lit up in turn, with purple-gold light intertwined with chaotic light.

The five-clawed golden dragon on the seal seemed to come alive, letting out a roar that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

At the same time, the Ziwei Emperor Sword on Pan Xuan's body also flew out, hovering on his left and right sides along with the Star Seal.

These two top-grade innate spiritual treasures were given new meaning by the Great Dao at this moment.

The Star Seal is a treasure for the divine path to stabilize destiny, while the Purple Star Emperor Sword is a weapon for the divine path to protect it.

A seal and a sword, one literary and one martial, together bear the authority of the divine way.

Mount Buzhou emitted a long and deep resonance, a joyful cry from the spine of the Father God, and the recognition of the new mountain god by the primordial world.

From this moment on, Pan Xuan became the mountain god of Buzhou Mountain, and Buzhou Mountain became the foundation of Pan Xuan's power.

As long as the mountain stands, people will live; if the mountain collapses, people will die.