Born into Seclusion

South Bright Undying Volcano.

Crimson rays cascaded down from the heavens, shrouding everything in the surrounding area.

A graceful figure in a fiery red gown suddenly appeared. It was Yuanfeng, leader of the Phoenix Clan.

According to the course of events in the Primordial World, after the three clans were defeated, Yuanfeng swore an oath to guard the Volcano of Immortality forever, thereby preserving the Phoenix Clan.

"Enough. What kind of behavior is all this shouting and squabbling?"

Yuanfeng's cold gaze swept across the crowd. "Though our two clans have never been on good terms, it has not reached the point of an endless fight to the death. There must be something suspicious about this matter. Come with me to investigate before making a decision."

With that, phoenix feathers spread around her body as she soared into the air. In an instant, she tore through the clouds and sped toward Dragon Clan territory.

Before long, within Dragon Clan territory.

Ancestral Dragon lay coiled atop the Dragon Ridge. Seeing Yuanfeng arrive through the air with the Phoenix Clan's elite, she widened her dragon eyes and let out an earthshaking roar. "Yuanfeng! You have led an army to my borders. Are you planning to wage a decisive battle against my

Dragon Clan?"

Yuanfeng slowly descended and spoke coldly. "Ancestral Dragon, has your clan entered the Phoenix Clan's forbidden grounds recently? Have you slaughtered members of my Phoenix Clan?"

Before she had finished speaking, experts from both clans summoned their magic treasures.

Ancestral Dragon flew into a rage, releasing her aura as the earth trembled and mountains shook. "Absurd! The Dragon Clan has always acted openly and honorably. We disdain resorting to schemes in the shadows!"

She paused, then continued, "On the contrary, your Phoenix Clan killed members of my Dragon Clan, and I have yet to settle that score with you!"

Upon hearing this, Yuanfeng was stunned. She did not know why Ancestral Dragon would say such a thing, but she was certain there was something suspicious about it.

With that thought, Yuanfeng fixed Ancestral Dragon with a hard stare. "Ridiculous! My Phoenix Clan has never killed any Dragon Clan cultivators!"

"Hmph. Words are no proof. Fight!"

Ancestral Dragon shouted, her dragon might surging forth. Left with no choice, Yuanfeng could only begin fighting her.

The Phoenix Clan elders cried out in unison, their sound waves turning into flaming arrows that tore through the sky. Dragon Clan experts unleashed their dragon might and summoned their magic treasures. A great battle was on the verge of erupting...

Hongjun's Dao Field remained as peaceful as ever.

Chu Feng lay sprawled atop a blue stone meditation cushion and stretched lazily. He slept while cultivating, and before he knew it, three hundred years had passed.

During that time, he rarely spoke with Hongjun. Her personality differed from Luohu's.

Though Luohu was ruthless and cruel by nature, she was fairly easygoing with him and would occasionally say a few words to him.

Hongjun was different. She carried an aloof, chilly air that made her seem difficult to get along with. Thus, Chu Feng did not seek her out as he had Luohu, much less look for chances to take advantage of her.

Senior, can't you think of a way to speed up my cultivation?

Hearing this, Hongjun replied unhurriedly, "Dao follows nature. It cannot be forced. One must prioritize one's state of mind."

Chu Feng felt helpless. He had had enough of these boring days. It was far more interesting hanging around with Luohu.

Although they had to run around everywhere, Luohu had at least let him touch her snow-white softness and would talk to him. With Hongjun, he got nothing at all...

Could anyone believe this?

There was clearly a stunning beauty beside him, yet she was an icy beauty. Not only did she look utterly abstinent, but she barely spoke, leaving his heart unbearably itchy.

It was like having a mountain of gold before his eyes—he could not take any of it, nor was he even allowed to touch it.

"I don't care. You brought me back, yet you won't help me cultivate. Hurry up and think of something. Otherwise, I'm leaving to find Luohu!"

After saying that, Chu Feng began throwing a tantrum and rolling around on the ground. However, Hongjun remained unmoved, her expression unchanged.

"Ah..."

Seeing Chu Feng rolling all over the ground, Hongjun could not help sighing softly. "Luohu is violent and cruel, not a good person. Aren't you afraid she will kill you if you stay with her?"

Chu Feng rolled his eyes.

Kill him?

Kill my ass. Don't I know what kind of person she is?

Not only did she protect him and provide his food and lodging, she even let him touch her snow-white softness.

Just based on that, she was not a bad person. She was his precious baby, all right?

Seeing his disdainful expression, Hongjun's heart stirred slightly. If Chu Feng insisted on leaving, she could not very well force him to stay.

"Fine, fine. Your constitution is special, and my cultivation method does not suit you. I will make some deductions and create a cultivation technique according to your circumstances."

"Great!"

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

He had struck it rich. Old Ancestor Hongjun was going to tailor a cultivation technique specifically for him. In this era of the Primordial World, probably no one else had such qualifications—not even those Primordial World power-fantasy novels dared write something like this.

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

Meanwhile, deep within Pangu Hall on Buzhou Mountain.

A pool of scarlet blood slowly churned at the center of the stone hall.

At the center of the blood pool, twelve enormous blood cocoons floated silently. Within each cocoon, a figure lay curled up.

Suddenly, one of the blood cocoons trembled lightly. A thin crack opened before it burst apart with a bang. The remaining eleven cocoons also began trembling, and their occupants emerged one after another.

They were the Ancestral Witches formed from twelve drops of Pangu's Blood Essence. Unlike in other versions of the Primordial World, the Twelve Ancestral Witches in this world were women as well...

After awakening, the Twelve Ancestral Witches introduced themselves one after another.

"I am Dijiang, skilled in the Space Law."

"I am Zhurong, skilled in the Law of Fire."

"I am Gonggong, skilled in the Law of Water."

"I am Qiangliang, skilled in the Law of Lightning."

"I am Zhujiuyin, skilled in the Time Law."

"I am Xuanming, skilled in the Law of Rain and the Law of Ice and Snow."

"My name is Houtu. I cultivate the Law of Earth."

After the witches briefly finished their introductions, they established their rankings according to the order in which they took form.

Dijiang was the eldest sister, Xuanming was the eleventh sister, and Houtu was the last to take form, making her the youngest sister.

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

After a long while.

Dijiang, draped in golden light, spoke first. "Though we bear Father God's bloodline, our newly born bodies are still weak. We must not act rashly. Once the time is right, we shall emerge and establish order in heaven and earth."

Zhurong had a fiery temper. She stepped forward and shouted, "Big Sister, what is there to fear? We bear Father God's bloodline, and the entire Primordial World was created by Father God!"

Gonggong rolled her eyes at her. "What does a brute like you know? Entering seclusion to cultivate is for the sake of contending for supremacy in the Primordial World one day, so that we do not tarnish Father God's prestige!"

Zhurong became furious. Gonggong actually dared call her a brute?

The more Zhurong thought about it, the angrier she became. She immediately snapped back, "You cowardly rat!"

"Say that again!" Gonggong raged, releasing her aura as though she would attack at the slightest disagreement.

At that moment, Dijiang raised a hand to stop them. "Enough. Stop arguing. The Primordial World is in turmoil right now. Entering seclusion to cultivate for a time will do us no harm."

Xuanming nodded in agreement. "Big Sister is right. We should devote ourselves to quiet cultivation."

Standing behind the others, Houtu said gently, "I'll listen to my sisters."

As her words fell, the witches found a place deep within Buzhou Mountain where spiritual veins converged. They drew upon the Earth Veins and used the power of the mountains and rivers to cultivate in seclusion.

As the witches entered seclusion, Buzhou Mountain temporarily fell silent.

Time was not counted in the Primordial World. The Dragon and Phoenix Clans had already been at war for a hundred years.

"Ancestral Dragon, stop. There is something suspicious about this matter..."