The Thirteenth Ancestral Witch

Pangu's undertaking was not even half complete when the Dao collapsed and he perished…

The Primordial Continent.

The Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation was nearing its end.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, inside the Pangu Temple.

Twelve figures, so tall they reached the heavens, surrounded the central Blood Pool. Their aura was immensely powerful; they were the Twelve Ancestral Witches, formed from Pangu's very essence.

At this moment, they were all staring intently at the giant Blood Cocoon in the center of the Blood Pool, which was pulsing violently.

"Thump… thump…"

The dull heartbeat echoed within the hall.

Inside the Blood Cocoon, Qin Xuan's consciousness gradually cleared, and he slowly opened his eyes. A flicker of confusion flashed within them.

"What brought me here?"

Suddenly, his head throbbed, and countless pieces of information and images flooded his mind.

Simultaneously, a golden, shimmering mystical cultivation technique named the "Primordial Creation Art" was directly branded into the depths of his sea of consciousness.

"I transmigrated… and into the Primordial Chaos!"

"I've also merged with a drop of Pangu's essence blood and become the little brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

In an instant, Qin Xuan's heart grew cold.

"Ancestral Witches… their fate is truly tragic!"

Having casually read Primordial Chaos novels in his past life, he knew the Witch Clan's eventual fate all too well.

During the Witch-Demon Tribulation, except for Hou Tu, who sacrificed herself to create Reincarnation and barely managed to cling to a thread of life, all eleven other Ancestral Witches perished alongside the Demon Clan, dying as thoroughly as one could die!

Even Hou Tu was eternally imprisoned in the Netherworld. She was called a Sage, but in reality, she was a prisoner, unable to transcend.

As for the Witch Clan?

They were nearly wiped out, with only a handful of survivors left, struggling to survive in the nooks and crannies of the Primordial Chaos.

Now that he had become the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch…

Doesn't this mean he would most likely have to die along with them in the future?

Would he succumb to the Tribulation that spelled death and the dissipation of his Dao?

But on second thought, Qin Xuan felt it wasn't a big deal.

What comes, comes!

Why be afraid?

In his past life, he worked himself to the bone, only for his boss to drive a Land Rover after three years and a Bentley after five, with a new mistress every year.

He himself couldn't even afford a wife and had to mooch off his neighbors!

But now?

He had ascended to the heavens in a single step, possessing Pangu's bloodline and the top-tier foundation of the Primordial Chaos!

What more could he be unsatisfied with?

Even if he truly couldn't escape the Tribulation in the end and faced certain death…

He could at least live freely for hundreds of millions of years, right?

By any calculation, it was a massive profit!

What's more, there were now thirteen Ancestral Witches.

He, a "prophet" from the future, was the greatest variable.

Why couldn't the ending be changed?

"Since I've been brought to this Primordial Chaos for this journey, how can I be mediocre and let Fate dictate my path?"

Qin Xuan's thoughts instantly became clear, and all fear vanished.

Just as he was pondering how to trick… ah, no, how to lead these twelve convenient elder brothers and sisters to avoid the great pitfall of the Tribulation.

A rough and heroic voice echoed in the hall:

"Once the thirteenth one is born, we can each drip our essence blood into the Blood Pool and nurture our clansmen, establishing the Witch Clan!" The speaker was Dijiang, the Space Ancestral Witch, the eldest among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Big Brother is right, we shall use our essence blood to nurture Great Witches."

"Then the Great Witches will use their essence blood to nurture Witch Generals."

"If we continue like this, the sons and daughters of our Witch Clan will soon spread across the Primordial Continent!"

"Heheheheh…"

Zhurong let out a strange laugh, his face filled with excitement.

He could already envision the Witch Clan's warriors traversing the Primordial Chaos, with all races submitting to them. The corners of his mouth had almost split to the back of his head.

"The Witch Clan... hasn't been established yet?"

Qin Xuan's heart stirred, and he fell into thought.

He knew that although the Twelve Ancestral Witches lacked Primordial Spirits, they were naturally in control of laws and possessed powerful physiques.

But the clansmen they created with their essence blood... to put it bluntly, they were a bunch of "products without three essentials"!

No Primordial Spirit!

No laws!

And no magical treasures!

They could only rely on devouring blood food to temper their bodies.

In the original plot, the Witch Clan was wiped out because they wantonly hunted and killed all races in the Primordial Chaos as "rations."

Coupled with the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, that old schemer, fanning the flames from behind, it eventually triggered the Witch-Demon Tribulation, leading to their own downfall!

Suddenly, a bold, even crazy, thought flashed through Qin Xuan's mind.

"What if... I could sterilize the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

"Without the Witch Clan."

"How could the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun even stir up a Tribulation?!"

"They wouldn't directly target us dozen or so Pangu's Orthodoxy, would they?"

One must remember, the Ancestral Witches were formed from Pangu's essence blood and carried the immense merit of Heaven-Opening!

To directly kill them?

Even Hongjun would have to weigh whether he could bear the monstrous karma and the backlash from the Primordial Chaos world!

He was eager to see what expression Hongjun would have when he, along with these dozen or so Ancestral Witches, devoid of any karma and brimming with merit, entered the Primordial Chaos, with the Witch Clan gone.

Beside the Blood Pool, Zhurong's eyes darted around excitedly. "Big Brother! I reckon Little Thirteenth won't be out for a while. Why don't we just conceive some clansmen now? We can claim some territory in the Primordial Chaos and build our reputation!"

"By the time Little Thirteenth is born, he can directly become the leader and command the army. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

As soon as he said this, the other Ancestral Witches, whose brains were mostly muscle, were immediately swayed and chimed in.

"Zhurong speaks sense!"

"Exactly!"

Qin Xuan, inside the Blood Cocoon, almost spat out a mouthful of blood!

He wished he could rush out right now and sew Zhurong's mouth shut!

"Who knows how long I'll be stuck in this Blood Cocoon!"

"Once the Witch Clan is established, everything will be too late!"

He felt a thousand points of urgency in his heart. He began to exert all his strength, moving towards the inner wall of the Blood Cocoon, trying to create some commotion.

Just then.

A gentle and soft voice echoed in the hall.

"Esteemed Brothers."

Hou Tu slowly walked out, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her originally beautiful face held a hint of displeasure. "Little Thirteenth has just condensed his true form, and it's a crucial moment for him to absorb the Primordial Essence of the Blood Pool. If we use the power of the Blood Pool to conceive clansmen now, won't it hinder Little Thirteenth's foundation?"

As soon as she spoke, the hall fell silent.

The Ancestral Witches seemed to wake from a dream. Their earlier excitement instantly cooled. They remembered their yet-to-be-born brother in the Blood Cocoon, and they all scratched their heads, showing shame on their faces.

"Sister Hou Tu is right..."

"We were too hasty and didn't think things through."

"It's not too late to establish the clan after Little Thirteenth is born!"

Inside the Blood Cocoon, Qin Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

So close!

Fortunately, there's Sister Hou Tu!

Otherwise, the first step of my "Witch Clan Sterilization Plan" would have been stillborn!

"The immediate priority is to improve my strength!"

Qin Xuan knew very well that in the Primordial Chaos world, might made right.

Without strength, even the best plan was useless.

He calmed his mind, sat down cross-legged, and sank his consciousness into his sea of consciousness, beginning to meticulously study the "Primordial Creation Art."

A moment later.

Qin Xuan's pupils contracted sharply, and his mind was greatly shaken!

This was actually a supreme cultivation technique that could cultivate both the Primordial Spirit and the physical body simultaneously!

This technique was divided into five levels!

They corresponded to Great Golden Immortal, Primordial Golden Immortal, Primordial Great Golden Immortal, and above Primordial Golden Immortal.

More crucially, upon reaching perfection in each level, both the Primordial Spirit and the physical body would reach the pinnacle of their current realm!

In other words...

If he could cultivate to the perfection of the third level, then the strength of his Primordial Spirit and physical body would both reach the peak of the Primordial Great Golden Immortal realm (Sage)!

Suppressing his immense joy, Qin Xuan attempted to circulate the technique.

He had initially thought such a heaven-defying technique would be difficult to practice, but to his surprise, it was incredibly smooth from the very start, as if it were tailor-made for him.

Soon, a small vortex of spiritual energy formed around him within the Blood Cocoon, greedily devouring the vast primordial energy in Pangu's Blood Pool.

Qin Xuan's aura within the Blood Cocoon began to climb wildly at an unbelievable speed!