This Insane Primordial Era!

"If heaven could give me another chance..."

Feng Xi's eyes brimmed with tears as he gazed at the blazing sun dominating the sky and the stars shining brilliantly—a nightscape utterly unlike anything on Earth. His sorrow was beyond words.

"I would definitely say to Saint Houtu..."

"Let me think it over."

Refusal—

That was impossible.

Refuse right away, then cool off as a soul plummeting into the underworld, only to meet the smiling Chengtian Xiaofa Houtu Huangdizhi... that would be the real surprise.

Refusal was impossible.

It would never be possible in this lifetime.

But!

If he had known in advance that he was coming to a legendary world like the Primordial World, he wouldn't have nodded and agreed so readily. At the very least, he would have negotiated, negotiated, and negotiated again!

He would have fought for more chances to survive in the days ahead.

—After all, dedicating himself to the struggle of humanity was supposed to be a joyful thing.

And being reborn as a powerful, immortal being was also supposed to be a joyful thing.

But why, when two equally joyful things came together, did they become a tragedy?

Sorrow had long since flowed backward into a river.

'Saint Houtu, your integrity is in tatters!' Feng Xi grumbled inwardly. 'For someone as insignificant as an ant, you actually pulled false advertising on me?'

A scheming Houtu, recruiting online!

Admittedly, part of it was Feng Xi's own greed at play, combined with the fact that he had no other choice.

But Houtu's way of doing things... was enough to drive anyone mad.

'If you wanted me to come to the Primordial World, just say it outright!'

'Why start with some 3D movie about the rise of humanity?'

'You made me think I was just traveling to the dawn of human civilization on Earth, leading a tribe to fight heaven and earth, warding off beasts and plagues, achieving abundance, and guiding humanity to prosperity...'

'Then you said you'd grant me immortal life, the power to move mountains and drain seas, the divine ability to pluck stars...'

The combination of the two directly tricked Feng Xi into it.

He had thought it was a civilization-building game.

Armed with immense power and ageless immortality, he would play a game of nurturing humanity's rise.

Farming, developing, farming again, developing again!

But in reality... this was a survival game!

The product didn't match the description!

He couldn't be called naive—who would expect a noble and sacred Goddess to play tricks on someone as insignificant as an ant?

And the tragic part was that all final interpretation rights belonged to Houtu, who governed the souls of the dead.

He couldn't even argue!

"I don't want to be cannon fodder!"

"A Lesser Witch like me, barging into this Witch-Demon Era where Great Luos walk everywhere and Golden Immortals are worse than dogs..."

"Under the great calamity, the Primordial World runs red with blood... how am I going to die?"

The Primordial World, the Witch-Demon Era!

This was the situation Feng Xi had learned about from the Outside World, and it was the root of his trembling fear, his frustration, his madness.

"I once dreamed of traveling to the Primordial World, longing to witness a world of fantasy and wonder."

"But now that I've actually traveled here, with the most ordinary start... I regret it."

In the past, there was Duke Ye's Love of Dragons; now, there is Duke Feng's Love of the Primordial World.

In truth, Houtu's promises were fulfilled for Feng Xi without a shred of exaggeration.

Immortal life?

Yes!

If no one killed him, Feng Xi could live for tens of millions of years without aging a day.

The power to move mountains and drain seas?

Yes!

If he could return to Earth now, forget moving mountains or draining seas—he could punch the planet to pieces with ease!

The divine ability to pluck stars?

Yes!

In the knowledge being transmitted, there are 360,000 Divine Abilities and Spells... let alone simple Pluck Stars and Grasp Moons—cultivated to the utmost, even opening a world or creating an era is not impossible!

But why was Feng Xi so sorrowful?

Because this is the basic standard equipment for an ordinary member of the Witch Clan!

The most fundamental unit within a vast faction—the Lesser Witch—is the current Feng Xi.

Translated into the common term of the Outside World?

That would be the True Immortal!

The first realm of the Immortal Dao!

How many such beings like him exist within the Witch Clan?

Trillions upon trillions, and more!

And it is said that this many Witches are merely the first batch.

The first attempt by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In the future, there may be several more, or even dozens or hundreds of recruitment actions.

—That's right, every single Witch is a transmigrator!

Transmigrators tricked by Saint Houtu into boarding this "pirate ship."

They will come to this root world of all space-time, all heavens and all realms—the Primordial World—in the guise of Witches, to wage an epochal war against the Demon Race!

With endless Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood, they will forge the status of the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth and lay the supreme foundation of the Human Race!

Feng Xi could not forget what he had seen and heard three days ago, just after he had transmigrated and barely adapted to and mastered his new body. It was also the root of his understanding of the Outside World and his own mission to this day.

A slight daze came over him as a Great Divine Ability User employed heaven-shading means to move Feng Xi and the batch of Witch members alongside him into a vast hall.

The hall was as immense as a universe, easily accommodating even trillions upon trillions of Witches placed within it.

And deep inside, there was a grand and boundless Dao Platform—the venue for the supreme being's speech.

Near the top of the hall, a banner with a somewhat rustic flavor was pulled taut, inscribed in Witch script:

'All Heavens and All Realms Multidimensional Space-Time Human Race Campaign Propaganda Lecture'!

Countless Witches stood below the Dao Platform, their eyes wide open with their innate Immortal Dao Heavenly Eye, their Immortal Dao Ear erect, earnestly listening to the speech of the Witch Clan's supreme leader—the Ancestral Witch.

Every single one of these Witches was a future Human Race being with a special "opportunity," just like Feng Xi.

Trillions upon trillions of Witches meant trillions upon trillions of Humans!

They came from different space-times, different dimensions, different universes... but in the end, under the will of Saint Houtu, they crossed the long River of Time, and a single wisp of True Spirit fell into this vast and ancient Primordial World!

What an inconceivably miraculous divine ability and means?!

Transmigration and rebirth, reincarnation cycles, mass-producing transmigrators... utterly insane, isn't it?!

And such great power, in the simple cultivation knowledge attached to the creation of the Witch Clan, was revered as—Great Luo!

One who attains Great Luo is Eternal Freedom across Endless Space-time!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were the Twelve Great Luo!

In that instant, Feng Xi truly and deeply realized the terror of this Primordial World.

Let alone what came next, when Saint Houtu ascended the Dao Platform and delivered an impassioned speech. Right from the start, she dropped a bombshell, blasting Feng Xi—who thought he had some understanding of Primordial World legends—into utter confusion.

"What is a Witch?"

"A Witch is a group of people standing tall between heaven and earth!"

"The Witch Clan is the Human Race!"

"It is the gathering of the Human Race's most elite strength, the main force for external conquest!"

In an instant, Feng Xi's worldview was thoroughly ravaged.

Such an inconceivable plot twist left him stunned and bewildered.

'This Primordial World isn't what I imagined at all?!'