Entering Seclusion Upon Birth

South Bright Undying Volcano.

Crimson rays of light poured down from the heavens, enveloping everything in the surroundings.

A beautiful figure dressed in a fiery red long skirt suddenly appeared. It was Yuan Feng, the clan leader of the Phoenix Clan.

According to the plot of the Primordial World, after the defeat of the Three Clans, Yuan Feng made a vow to forever guard the Undying Volcano, thus preserving the Phoenix Clan.

"Enough! Such clamor, what kind of behavior is this?"

Yuan Feng's icy eyes swept over everyone. "Although our two clans have always been at odds, we haven't reached the point of mutual destruction. There must be something strange going on. You will all accompany me to investigate before we make any decisions."

With that, her phoenix feathers spread, and she soared into the sky, tearing through the clouds in an instant. She sped towards the Dragon Clan's territory.

Not long after, within the Dragon Clan's territory.

The Ancestral Dragon lay coiled atop the Dragon Ridge. Seeing Yuan Feng leading the Phoenix Clan's elites break through the void, her dragon eyes widened, and she let out a heaven-shattering dragon roar, "Yuan Feng! Are you leading your army to pressure us because you wish to fight my Dragon Clan to the death?"

Yuan Feng slowly landed and spoke coldly, "Ancestral Dragon, have your clan members recently set foot in the Phoenix Clan's forbidden grounds? Have you slaughtered my Phoenix Clan's people?"

Before she could finish speaking, the powerhouses of both clans immediately brought out their magic treasures.

The Ancestral Dragon became furious, unleashing her aura, causing the earth to shake and mountains to tremble. "Absurd! My Dragon Clan has always acted with integrity and openly. We disdain to scheme in the shadows!"

She paused, then spoke again, "It is your Phoenix Clan that has killed my Dragon Clan's people. I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Feng was stunned. She didn't understand why the Ancestral Dragon would say such a thing, but she was certain that something was amiss.

Thinking this, Yuan Feng stared intently at the Ancestral Dragon. "A joke! My Phoenix Clan has never killed any of your Dragon Clan cultivators!"

"Hmph, mere words are not proof. Let us fight!"

The Ancestral Dragon roared, her dragon might shaking the heavens. Yuan Feng had no choice but to engage in a battle of magic with the Ancestral Dragon.

The Phoenix Clan elders cried out in unison, their sonic waves transforming into fiery arrows that streaked across the sky. The Dragon Clan powerhouses unleashed their dragon might, shaking the heavens, and their magic treasures were brought forth. A great battle was about to erupt...

Meanwhile, within Hongjun's Dao Field, it was as peaceful as ever.

Chu Feng lay on a green stone cushion, stretching. He had been cultivating while sleeping, and three hundred years had passed without him realizing it.

During this time, he had very little interaction with Hongjun. Her personality was different from Luohu's.

Although Luohu was ruthless and brutal, he was relatively amiable towards Chu Feng and would occasionally speak a few words to him.

Hongjun, on the other hand, possessed a detached and aloof temperament that made her seem unapproachable. Chu Feng didn't try to talk to her as he did with Luohu, let alone look for opportunities to take advantage of her.

"Senior, can you find a way to increase my cultivation speed a bit?"

Upon hearing this, Hongjun slowly replied, "The Dao follows nature; one cannot force it. One should focus on their state of mind."

Chu Feng was helpless. He had had enough of this boring life. It was more interesting to follow Luohu.

Although he had to run around, Luohu at least let him touch her snow-white skin and would converse with him. With Hongjun, there was nothing...

Can you believe it?

There was a great beauty right beside him, but she was an ice queen who looked abstinent and spoke very little, making him itch with desire.

It was like having a mountain of gold right in front of him, unable to obtain it, and not even allowed to touch it.

"I don't care. You brought me here but aren't helping me cultivate. Hurry up and think of a solution, or I'll leave and find Luohu!"

After speaking, Chu Feng began to throw a tantrum, rolling on the ground. However, Hongjun remained unmoved, her expression unchanged.

"Alas..."

Seeing Chu Feng rolling on the ground, Hongjun couldn't help but sigh. "Luohu's temperament is cruel, and she is not a good person. Aren't you afraid she'll kill you if you stay with her?"

Chu Feng rolled his eyes.

Kill?

What nonsense! Did she think he didn't know who she was?

Not only did she protect him, but she also provided him with food and lodging, and even let him touch her snow-white skin.

Just based on that, she wasn't a bad person. She was his baby, okay?

Seeing his disdainful expression, Hongjun's heart stirred slightly. If Chu Feng insisted on leaving, she couldn't force him to stay.

"Fine, fine. Your physique is special, and my cultivation method is not suitable for you. I will deduce and create a cultivation technique for you based on your situation."

"Great!"

Chu Feng nodded in agreement, but he was overjoyed inwardly.

This was a huge win. Old Ancestor Hongjun creating a cultivation technique tailored for him was something that probably no one else in the Primordial World at this time could achieve. Even some of the more outlandish Primordial World novels wouldn't write such a thing.

As soon as she finished speaking, Hongjun flashed away, preparing to deduce and create the cultivation technique for Chu Feng.

At the same time, deep within the Pangu Hall on Buzhou Mountain.

A pool of scarlet blood water slowly churned in the center of the stone hall?

In the very center of the blood pool, twelve enormous blood cocoons floated quietly. Within each blood cocoon, a figure was curled up.

Suddenly, one of the blood cocoons trembled slightly, a crack appeared, and it burst open with a bang. The other eleven blood cocoons also began to tremble and emerged one after another.

These are the twelve Ancestral Witches, born from Pangu's essence blood. Unlike other Primordial Worlds, the twelve Ancestral Witches in this world are also female...

After the twelve Ancestral Witches awakened, they introduced themselves to everyone.

"I am Dijiang, skilled in the laws of space."

"I am Zhurong, skilled in the laws of fire."

"I am Gonggong, skilled in the laws of water."

"I am Qiangliang, skilled in the laws of thunder."

"I am Zhujiuyin, skilled in the laws of time."

"I am Xuanming, skilled in the laws of rain and ice/snow."

"My name is Houtu, I cultivate the laws of earth."

After the witches finished their simple introductions, they determined their ranking based on the order of their transformation.

Dijiang was the eldest sister, Xuanming was the eleventh sister, and Houtu transformed last, becoming the youngest sister.

At this time, the Dragon and Phoenix Clans were at war, shaking the Primordial World. Sensing the anomaly, the witches fell into deep thought.

After a long while.

Dijiang, enveloped in golden light, spoke first: "Although we are of Father God's bloodline, our newly formed bodies are still weak. We cannot act rashly. When the time is right, we will emerge and stabilize the universe."

Zhurong, with her fiery temper, stepped forward and shouted, "Eldest Sister, what are you afraid of? We are Father God's bloodline, and the entire Primordial World is the world Father God created!"

Gonggong shot her a look: "What do you, a barbarian, know? We are in seclusion to prepare for future dominance of the Primordial World and uphold Father God's prestige!"

Zhurong was enraged. How dare she call her a barbarian?

The more Zhurong thought about it, the angrier she became, and she immediately retorted, "You coward!"

"Say that again!" Gonggong was furious, releasing her aura, looking as if she would fight at the slightest disagreement.

Just then, Dijiang waved her hand to interrupt: "Enough, stop arguing. The Primordial World is in turmoil now. Secluding ourselves to cultivate for a while will do us no harm."

Xuanming nodded in agreement: "Eldest Sister is right. We should focus on our cultivation."

Houtu stood behind everyone, her expression gentle as she said, "I'll listen to my sisters."

As her words fell, the witches found a spiritual pulse deep within Buzhou Mountain, drawing upon its power and the earth's veins. Using the terrain to their advantage, they each entered seclusion to cultivate.

With the witches in seclusion, Buzhou Mountain fell silent for a time.

The Primordial World does not count years. The Dragon and Phoenix Clans have been at war for a hundred years.

"Ancestral Dragon, stop. There's something strange about this matter..."