Ancestral Witch Origin Doubled

Immortality Volcano, Yuan Feng had transformed into a graceful young woman, her red robes blazing like fire.

"Who says purple has charm? I think red isn't bad either," Li Xinghe muttered to himself.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance." Yuan Feng's face was full of reverence. Even as the chieftain of the Phoenix Clan, one of the Three Primal Races, she was still a woman at heart, and admiring the strong was instinct.

Over the years, the myriad races of the Primordial World had been slaughtered by the Fierce Beasts, and the Phoenix Clan had lost many of its own.

Moreover, she knew well that the most terrifying threat among the Fierce Beasts was their Beast Emperor, Shen Ni—the greatest calamity the Primordial World had ever faced.

Rumor had it that this man was on the verge of breaking through to the Golden Immortal of the Origin (Quasi-Saint) realm.

And the God Slaying Spear was an Innate Supreme Treasure, unmatched in all the Primordial World.

Though she didn't know the origins of this great power before her, he was clearly on their side.

If she could recruit him to join the Phoenix Clan, then when the Fierce Beast Tribulation passed, the Phoenix Clan would stand supreme. Even offering herself to him and making him the Sacred King of the Phoenix Clan was not out of the question.

"I represent the will of Pangu. You are destined by Heaven to bring clarity to the Primordial World." Li Xinghe spoke with deliberate profundity.

Yuan Feng was even more astonished. The Primordial World was created by Pangu—could this man be a peer of Pangu himself?

At Yuan Feng's invitation, Li Xinghe lingered at Immortality Volcano for some time.

Though she was one of the Three Primal Races, Yuan Feng was, in truth, still a naive girl.

From the dawn of creation until now, she had spent most of her time cultivating, with the rest devoted to resisting the Fierce Beasts.

Li Xinghe taught her many things, enriching her greatly. She even set aside her pride, wanting to follow him.

The longer she spent with Li Xinghe, the more unfathomable he seemed—a rare and irreplaceable great power.

But Li Xinghe directly refused. Yuan Feng still had her own mission to fulfill. After the great tribulation passed, taking her in might not be out of the question.

After all, Hongjun later took in two child attendants, who became the Heavenly Emperor and Queen Mother. He couldn't afford to fall short of that.

"For now, the priority is dealing with the Fierce Beasts. If fate allows in the future, you may serve at my side." Li Xinghe bestowed upon her a portion of the Fire Origin, which contained the innate laws of flame—greatly beneficial for Yuan Feng's cultivation.

He had gathered it while wandering the Primordial World, digging it up with the Chaos Shovel.

It likely belonged to a fragment of the Fire Demon God's origin; that Demon God must have been utterly annihilated.

With this done, everything was under control. Not only had he helped the Three Primal Races gain their opportunities, but he had also prevented the hidden Demon Gods from stealing any merit.

Returning to Pangu Temple, he gazed at the twelve drops of essence blood within the hall. These were left behind by Pangu before his fall, a contingency Pangu had set for himself.

These twelve drops of blood would eventually give birth to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but for now, they seemed lacking.

"If I can bring the Twelve Ancestral Witches into the world ahead of time, I might gain even more merit and have a better chance when facing the great tribulation."

This was no challenge for Li Xinghe. The Chaos Shovel was a fusion of the Laws of Time and Destiny, and as his strength grew, his ability to accelerate time became more flexible.

"Twelve drops—let me give you an extra push!" Li Xinghe produced twelve more drops of Pangu's Essence Blood in his hand.

These were accumulated over many years, a way to leave Pangu a sliver of vitality in advance.

Back when he was cultivating the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, Pangu had spared no expense, using his own essence blood to aid Li Xinghe's training.

But with Li Xinghe's strength at the time, he couldn't fully digest so much of Pangu's Essence Blood, so most of it had been hidden away.

"Now you should be born soon!" Li Xinghe smiled.

If anyone had seen him squandering such treasures, they would have cursed him endlessly.

This was the essence blood of a Hunyuan Wuji Grand Unity Golden Immortal, and he just gave it away like that.

But Li Xinghe had his own calculations. The Heavenly Dao's decree was set—the Three Pure Ones would eventually become Hongjun's disciples. He couldn't interfere too much, or he risked being purged by the Heavenly Dao.

Yet the Twelve Ancestral Witches had no backing. In the end, the Witch-Demon Tribulation would see them fight the Demon Race to mutual destruction, fading from history.

If he could nurture the Twelve Ancestral Witches, then not even the Demon Race—let alone the Three Pure Ones—would amount to anything.

The twelve drops of blood in the process of transformation merged with the new essence blood, their aura instantly doubling.

With the Chaos Shovel's enhancement, the flow of time accelerated dozens of times. It wouldn't be long before the Twelve Ancestral Witches were born.

This was forcibly dragging the Witch Race onto the stage of Primordial World history. The true opportunities of the Primordial World all lay in the early days of creation.

Hongjun had also amassed vast resources during this period. Later, after attaining enlightenment, he had no use for the many Innate Spirit Treasures and left them all on the Treasure Dividing Cliff for others.

But this, in turn, interfered with the Heavenly Dao's operation, severely deviating from the original course of Primordial history.

The Heavenly Dao had yet to awaken; the Great Dao governed all. A terrifying Eye of the Great Dao condensed above Buzhou Mountain.

The Beginning Qilin was already prostrate on the ground in fear, and the other innate races of Buzhou Mountain dared not even breathe.

This was utterly terrifying. Who in the world could have summoned the Eye of the Great Dao?

Li Xinghe had anticipated this, but he didn't care. Struggling against Heaven was its own delight.

Besides, this step was necessary. The Twelve Ancestral Witches carried the hope of resurrecting Pangu.

"This is Pangu Temple—ten thousand paths, retreat!" Li Xinghe was arrogantly defiant.

The reason he dared to act this way was that Pangu Temple was the only thing Pangu had left in the Primordial World.

Even the Heavenly Dao dared not touch this place, though the Great Dao stood above the Heavenly Dao.

In response to Li Xinghe's provocation, the Eye of the Great Dao continued to stare fixedly at this spot.

A cold gleam flashed in Li Xinghe's eyes. The Chaos Pearl was sent out directly, and the Pure World White Lotus was also suspended above his head.

In his left hand he held the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, in his right the Chaos Shovel, while fragments of the Jade Plate of Creation swirled around him.

Though he lacked the momentum of Pangu wielding the three Chaos Supreme Treasures back then, it was still enough to awe the myriad realms.

At last, the Eye of the Great Dao descended a bolt of divine thunder.

Li Xinghe's expression shifted. Pangu had only this much to his name, yet the Great Dao showed not even a shred of courtesy.

"Damn it, I'll go all out!" Li Xinghe cursed angrily, pouring the last ten percent of his Creation Merit entirely into the Chaos Pearl.

In an instant, the Chaos Pearl's aura reached its peak. Although Li Xinghe had not fully refined the Chaos Pearl, under the impetus of the merit power, it now unleashed its complete might.

"Boom, rumble!" The Divine Thunder of the Great Dao descended—even a Saint would be unable to withstand a single strike.

The Chaos Pearl bore the brunt of the power, but a small portion still shot straight toward Li Xinghe.

Just then, a surge of will erupted from Pangu Temple, directly shattering the remaining divine thunder.

The next moment, the Eye of the Great Dao dissipated. Li Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief—only by truly facing the Eye of the Great Dao could one know how terrifying it was.

He had already been prepared to flee using the Chaos Shovel, but fortunately, Pangu Temple had automatically protected its master.

Of course, the Great Dao had only administered a light punishment, not acting in earnest. After all, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were gestating here, destined to become protagonists of a certain era in the Primordial World.

The Great Dao merely governed the Primordial World on behalf of Heaven and had to abide by certain rules.

"Never doing this again." Li Xinghe put away his many treasures, when suddenly a surge of inspiration struck him, as if he had gained some new insight.

Ten percent of Creation Merit was enough to forge a Merit Supreme Treasure. Though he had used it all to drive the Chaos Pearl, a portion of the merit had still acted upon him, granting him immense benefit.

"It seems I need to get out and move around more—much better than hiding at home in secluded cultivation." Li Xinghe was thrilled. He felt he was about to break through again.

Once he broke through to the Golden Immortal of the Origin (Quasi-Saint), barely brushing against the realm of Saints, only then would he be considered a true great power of the Primordial World.