Fuxi Qin, at the Foot of Buzhou Mountain

A vermilion imprint of a guqin began to emerge at the center of Fuxi's willow-leaf brows.

A blaze of heavenly light followed!

On Buzhou Mountain, those who had developed sentience and those who had not all stared blankly up at the heavens.

There, seven-colored radiance intertwined into a gigantic cocoon of exquisite beauty.

Clouds wrapped around the enormous cocoon, bearing it down from the sky.

In no time, it arrived directly before Fuxi.

The drifting clouds dispersed, and a powerful pressure appeared, spreading in every direction.

A guqin appeared before Fuxi. Its base was white jade, and its strings were like heavenly silk. It was exceptionally smooth and warm, exquisitely beautiful beyond compare.

Creation Dao Patterns were imprinted upon it, and an unparalleled presence filled all directions.

But when Fuxi placed both hands on the strings, wondrous music rang out across Buzhou Mountain like a melody from heaven.

Countless living beings who had been tense with anxiety all calmed down at that moment, their hearts refreshed and spirits lifted.

"Fuxi Qin!"

Fuxi gazed at his own companion treasure before him, his eyes full of delight.

He immediately sat down cross-legged and plucked the strings.

Instinct drove him to play, composing a magnificent and flawless piece.

The first piece of music between heaven and earth began to emerge.

Auspicious clouds filled the sky, the sun shone warm and the breeze blew gentle, mountains rose high and rivers flowed long, the melody pouring forth freely.

As the piece played, all beings were entranced.

Then a vast golden light descended from the heavens and fell into the Fuxi Qin.

"Good, good, good!!"

Fuxi could not help throwing back his head and laughing.

This golden light was none other than the Merit that all beings in the Primordial World dreamed of obtaining.

Fuxi had now taken form ahead of time, bringing the first piece of music between heaven and earth into existence early.

As a result, he also received a small portion of Merit, which fused directly into the Fuxi Qin.

Originally, the Fuxi Qin had not ranked among the very best of the Primordial World's many treasures; it was only a high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

But after fusing with Merit, the Fuxi Qin became a high-grade Innate Merit Spirit Treasure, and its value and standing could rival those of supreme-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

"Although I've now succeeded in drawing Qi into my body, I've only just set foot on the path of cultivation."

"Although the Primordial Ancestral Qi I've condensed is already quite perfect, it still lacks Faith Power and the Power of Destiny of the Primordial World, among other things, so it isn't perfect!"

If Fuxi could obtain the Power of Destiny and Faith Power, he would then be able to open up a world within every strand of Primordial Ancestral Qi.

He could sketch out the cosmos!

Only then could he attempt to break through to Qi Refining to Transform the Spirit!

Unfortunately, Faith Power did not yet exist in the Primordial World and needed Fuxi to uncover it.

The same was true of the Power of Destiny!

"Fortunately, I've taken form ahead of time, so I can get a head start and reap a great harvest of opportunities. This Faith Power and Power of Destiny might not be hard to obtain."

Originally, Fuxi and Nuwa would have taken form and emerged into the world toward the end of the Dragon-Han Calamity, then gone to attend the lectures at Zixiao Palace.

But now, the Dragon-Han Calamity had only just begun, so Fuxi naturally had plenty of room to maneuver.

His gaze began to roam over the three clans, as though he wanted to pick a suitable race from which to harvest faith.

But...

When he looked over, he saw the east, where the Dragon Clan resided, the south, where the Phoenix Clan resided, and the Central Land, where the Qilin Clan held sway.

Their presences were all beginning to weaken, visibly fading away.

"Races doomed to perish aren't worth mentioning!"

In the Primordial World, immeasurable calamities were predestined and extremely difficult to change.

For the sake of the flourishing age to come, the Dragon-Han Calamity was inevitable under the impetus of the Heavenly Dao's will.

So choosing any of those three was obviously foolish.

"Then it seems perhaps only... the Witch Clan will do!"

The Witch Clan had been formed from Great God Pangu's blood essence. They called themselves Pangu's descendants, cultivated only their physical bodies, and had no primordial spirits.

They were a unique presence in the Primordial World. Their numbers were few, yet they could stand against the trillions of demons that came later, becoming one of the Primordial World's overlords.

Although they too were destined to perish in the future, at least at this stage, they had potential.

Fuxi nodded and comforted Nuwa, who had yet to take form beside him.

Though Nuwa had not taken form, she conveyed feelings of affection and reluctance to part.

Only then did it truly become real to Fuxi that Nuwa shared the same roots and origin as he did, the only living being in this world connected to him by blood.

"Be good, little sister. Your elder brother has some things to take care of!"

Fuxi reinforced the innate grand formation protecting them both. Only someone at least two realms above Fuxi could possibly break through it by force.

If anyone tried to force their way in, Fuxi would know immediately.

After confirming that nothing could go wrong, Fuxi had a thought. The power of space and time flowed around him, and the next moment, he was already at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

This was the birthplace of the Witch Clan. Earthly Turbid Qi raged across the sky like earth dragons rolling and churning.

To living beings who absorbed and expelled the Primordial World's spiritual Qi, this place was worthless.

But to the Witch Clan, this Earthly Turbid Qi was precious and hard to come by.

It was precisely under the cover of this Earthly Turbid Qi that they could develop in peace until the Dragon-Han Calamity ended.

But now, Fuxi's arrival disrupted it all.

At a single thought, the Earthly Turbid Qi parted to either side, as though welcoming Fuxi's arrival. It was quite wondrous.

Fuxi stepped forward, his gaze flickering as though a star shone within it.

With a gaze that pierced through everything, he saw what lay beneath the veils of Earthly Turbid Qi.

A pool of blood churned, and a magnificent hall towered above it, immense and imposing.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a mighty man standing between heaven and earth, swinging an axe in his hand to cleave open the heavens and earth.

These were lingering traces of Great God Pangu's Dao resonance of power, still undispersed even after countless primordial epochs.

"As expected of someone who nearly claimed the Great Dao's summit. He's far beyond the so-called Heavenly Dao Sages."

Fuxi voiced his admiration, then turned his gaze to the twelve enormous cocoons nearby.

These twelve enormous cocoons were the future Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang, the Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin, the Fire Ancestral Witch Zhurong, the Water Ancestral Witch Gonggong...

These were all top figures renowned in later ages, each capable of shaking the Primordial World by stepping forth alone.

But at this moment, each was huddled inside a cocoon, absorbing the Pangu Blood Essence in Pangu Hall and the boundless Earthly Turbid Qi, not yet having emerged into the world.

"As expected, the Witch Clan hasn't emerged yet!"

Fuxi was not disappointed. He had come for the Witch Clan's Faith Power, and for Pangu Hall as well.

"Rumor has it that Pangu Hall was formed from Great God Pangu's heart. I'd like to see what mysteries it holds!"

Fuxi immediately raised a hand, and an illusory image of the Primordial Eight Trigrams appeared.

With Primordial Ancestral Qi poured into it, the Primordial Eight Trigrams reached an incredible level.

It evolved countless rays of light that completely enveloped Pangu Hall.