Thirteenth Ancestral Witch

Pangu's great undertaking remained unfinished when he perished midway...

Primordial Continent.

The Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation was nearing its end.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, inside Pangu Temple.

Twelve towering figures stood around the Blood Pool at the center. Their auras were overwhelmingly powerful; they were the Twelve Ancestral Witches transformed from Pangu's essence blood.

At this moment, all of them stared intently at the enormous Blood Cocoon in the center of the pool, which pulsed violently.

"Thump... thump..."

The dull sound of a heartbeat echoed through the hall.

Inside the Blood Cocoon, Qin Xuan's consciousness gradually cleared. He slowly opened his eyes, confusion flashing through them.

"Where the hell did I end up?"

Suddenly, a swelling pain struck his mind, followed by countless streams of information and images.

At the same time, a mysterious cultivation art radiating golden light, named the "Primordial Creation Art," was directly branded into the depths of his sea of consciousness.

"I transmigrated... and I transmigrated into the Primordial World!"

"I even fused with a drop of Pangu's essence blood and became the little brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

Qin Xuan's heart instantly sank.

"Ancestral Witches... their ending was utterly miserable!"

He had spent his past life slacking off while reading Primordial World novels, so he knew the Witch Clan's fate all too well.

During the Witch-Demon Tribulation, apart from Hou Tu, who transformed herself into reincarnation and barely retained a sliver of survival.

The other eleven Ancestral Witches all perished alongside the Demon Clan. Every last one of them died beyond death!

Even Hou Tu was imprisoned in the Underworld forever. Saint in name, prisoner in truth, unable to transcend.

As for the Witch Clan?

It was nearly wiped out, leaving only a handful struggling to survive in the cracks of the Primordial World.

And now, he had become the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch...

Didn't that mean he would most likely die alongside them in the future?

Meet the tribulation of body and Dao alike perishing?

But on second thought, Qin Xuan felt it was no big deal.

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it!

What was there to fear?

In his past life, he had worked himself to the bone turning screws, only for his boss to buy a Land Rover in three years, switch to a Bentley in five, and get a new mistress every year.

Meanwhile, he could not even afford a wife and could only mooch off his neighbors!

But now?

He had ascended to heaven in a single step, possessing Pangu's bloodline and one of the Primordial World's finest foundations!

What was there to be dissatisfied about?

Even if he really could not escape the tribulation in the end and faced certain death...

At least he could live freely for millions, perhaps tens of millions, of years, right?

No matter how he looked at it, this was a massive profit!

Besides, there were now thirteen Ancestral Witches.

As a "prophet" from the future, he was the greatest variable.

Why could the ending not be changed?

"Since I've come to the Primordial World, how can I live an ordinary life and let fate toy with me?"

Qin Xuan's thoughts instantly cleared, and not a trace of panic remained.

Just as he was considering how to fool... no, how to lead his twelve adoptive brothers and sister away from the massive pit of the tribulation.

A rough and heroic voice rang through the hall.

"Once Little Thirteenth is born, we can drip our essence blood into the Blood Pool, nurture our people, and establish the Witch Clan!" The speaker was Dijiang, the Space Ancestral Witch and eldest brother among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Eldest Brother is right. We'll use our essence blood to nurture Great Witches."

"The Great Witches can then use their essence blood to nurture Witch generals."

"If this continues, the sons of our Witch Clan will one day spread across the entire Primordial Continent!"

"Hehehe..."

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

He seemed to have already seen the Witch Clan's people treading across the Primordial World and all races submitting to them. His grin nearly reached the back of his head.

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

Qin Xuan's heart stirred as he fell into thought.

He knew it.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches had no Primordial Spirit, they were born with control over laws and possessed incredibly powerful bodies.

But the clansmen they created with their essence blood... to put it bluntly, they were a bunch of "three-no products"!

No Primordial Spirit!

No laws!

And no magical treasures!

They could only temper their bodies by devouring flesh and blood.

In the original story, the Witch Clan had recklessly hunted the myriad races of the Primordial World as "rations."

Then, with the Heavenly Dao and that old schemer Hongjun fanning the flames behind the scenes, the Witch-Demon Tribulation was ultimately ignited, and they destroyed themselves!

Suddenly, a bold, almost insane thought surfaced in Qin Xuan's mind.

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

"Without the Witch Clan."

"What can the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun use to stir up the tribulation?!"

"They can't possibly strike directly at the dozen or so of us who are Pangu's Orthodoxy, can they?"

One had to know that the Ancestral Witches were transformed from Pangu's essence blood and carried the immense merit of creating heaven and earth!

Trying to kill them directly?

Even Hongjun would have to consider whether he could bear that monstrous Karma and the backlash of the Primordial Chaos World!

He truly wanted to see what expression Hongjun would wear when the Witch Clan was gone and their group of Ancestral Witches, untainted by even a trace of Karma and overflowing with merit, entered the Primordial World!

Beside the Blood Pool, Zhurong's eyes spun as he said excitedly:

"Eldest Brother! Little Thirteenth probably won't emerge anytime soon. Why not nurture some clansmen now? We can claim some territory in the Primordial World first and make a name for ourselves!"

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

The moment he said this, the other Ancestral Witches, whose minds were also full of muscle, were immediately persuaded and echoed him one after another.

"Zhurong speaks reasonably!"

"Exactly!"

Inside the Blood Cocoon, Qin Xuan nearly spat out a mouthful of blood!

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

"I don't even know how long I'll have to stay inside this Blood Cocoon!"

"Once the Witch Clan is born, it'll all be too late!"

Filled with urgency, he began exerting all his strength to press against the inner wall of the Blood Cocoon, trying to make some noise.

Just then.

A gentle, soft voice rang out.

"Brothers."

Hou Tu slowly stepped forward. Her beautiful brows were slightly furrowed, and a trace of displeasure appeared on her originally delicate face.

"Little Thirteenth has only just condensed his true form. This is the critical time for him to absorb the Blood Pool's origin. If we use the Blood Pool's power to nurture clansmen now, wouldn't that delay Little Thirteenth's foundation?"

The hall instantly fell silent.

The Ancestral Witches seemed to awaken from a dream. Their excitement immediately cooled as they remembered their unborn younger brother in the Blood Pool. They scratched their heads, shame appearing on their faces.

"Sister Hou Tu is right..."

"We were too impatient and failed to consider this properly."

"It won't be too late to establish the clan after Little Thirteenth is born!"

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

That was close!

Good thing Sister Hou Tu was here!

Otherwise, the first step of his "Witch Clan Sterilization Plan" would have died before it even began!

"The most urgent matter is to increase my strength!"

Qin Xuan knew very well that in the Primordial World, only a hard fist was the truth.

Without strength, even the best plan was useless.

He calmed himself, sat cross-legged, and sank his consciousness into his sea of consciousness, beginning to carefully comprehend the "Primordial Creation Art."

A moment later.

Qin Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mind shook violently!

This was actually a supreme cultivation art capable of cultivating both the Primordial Spirit and the physical body at the same time!

This art had five levels!

They corresponded respectively to the Great Golden Immortal, Primordial Origin Golden Immortal, Primordial Great Golden Immortal, and realms beyond Primordial Chaos.

More importantly, upon reaching perfection at each level, both the Primordial Spirit and physical body would attain the absolute limit of that realm!

In other words...

If he could cultivate the third level to perfection, both his Primordial Spirit and physical strength would reach the peak of the Primordial Great Golden Immortal realm—Saint!

Suppressing his wild joy, Qin Xuan tried to circulate the art.

He had thought such a heaven-defying art would be difficult to cultivate, but once he began, it was incomparably smooth, as though it had been tailor-made for him.

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

Qin Xuan's aura inside the Blood Cocoon began to rise frantically at an unimaginable speed!