"If Heaven could give me a chance to start over..."
Feng Xi gazed at the sun hanging high in the sky and the stars shining across the world, tears in his eyes. One glance was enough to tell him that this starry sky was completely different from the one he had seen on Earth. His sorrow was indescribable.
"I definitely would have said to Saint Houtu..."
"Let me think about it some more."
Refuse—
That was impossible.
He had just refused, only to fall into the Netherworld as a soul after his life ended, where he saw Houtu Huangdizhi, who bore a smile at the corners of her lips... Now that would be what one called a surprise.
Refusing was impossible.
He would never refuse in this lifetime.
But!
If he had known beforehand that he was coming to the legendary Primordial World, he would never have agreed with a simple nod. At the very least, he would have negotiated, then negotiated some more!
He would have tried to secure a little more hope of survival for the future or something.
—Originally, being able to fight and devote himself to the Human Race was supposed to be a happy thing.
And being reincarnated as a powerful and immortal life-form was also supposed to be a happy thing.
But why had two equally happy things become a tragedy when put together?
His sorrow had already flooded into a river.
Saint Houtu, you've dropped your dignity all over the floor! Feng Xi grumbled inwardly. You actually used false advertising on an existence as insignificant as me?
The scheming Houtu was recruiting online!
Of course, it could not be denied that Feng Xi's own greed had played a part, along with the fact that he had no other choice.
But Houtu's way of doing things... was enough to make anyone collapse.
If you wanted me to come to the Primordial World, you could have just said so!
Why show me some Human Race's Rise 3D movie first?
You made me think I was being transported to the dawn of human civilization on Earth, where I would lead a tribe in battling Heaven and Earth, eliminate the disasters of beasts and disease, achieve plenty of food and clothing, and guide the Human Race toward prosperity...
Then you told me you would grant me an immortal life, the power to move mountains and fill seas, and the ability to pluck stars from the sky...
Combining the two had directly lured Feng Xi into a trap.
He had thought this was a civilization-building game.
With overwhelming strength and an ageless, deathless lifespan, he would play a game of nurturing the rise of the Human Race.
Farm, develop, farm some more, and develop some more!
But in reality... this was a survival game, aaaaaah!
The product did not match the advertisement!
It could not be said that he had simply been naive—who would have thought that a noble and holy goddess would play tricks on an existence as insignificant as an ant?
And the tragedy was that the final right of interpretation for all this belonged to Houtu, who controlled the destination of the dead and their departed souls.
He could not even argue!
"I don't want to be cannon fodder!"
"I'm just a Lesser Witch, yet I've been thrown into the Witch-Demon Era, where Great Luo walk everywhere and Golden Immortals are worth less than dogs..."
"Under the great tribulation, the Primordial World will be stained with blood... What kind of death will await me?"
The Primordial World, the Witch-Demon Era!
This was the situation outside that Feng Xi had learned about. It was also the source of his terror, dejection, and madness.
"I once dreamed of traveling to the Primordial World, longing to witness a fantastical and miraculous world."
"But now that I really have crossed over, and with the most ordinary starting point... I regret it."
In the past, there was Duke Ye's Love of Dragons. Now, there was Feng Xi's love of the Primordial World.
In reality, Saint Houtu had fulfilled every one of her promises to Feng Xi without the slightest exaggeration.
An ageless, deathless life?
Yes!
As long as no one killed him, Feng Xi could live for tens of millions of years without his appearance changing.
The power to move mountains and fill seas?
Yes!
If he could return to Earth now, moving mountains and filling seas would be nothing... Even punching Earth apart would be effortless!
The ability to pluck stars from the sky?
Yes!
His inherited knowledge contained 360,000 Divine Abilities and Spells... Not to mention the simple act of plucking stars and grasping moons; once cultivated to the utmost level, even opening Heaven and creating the world would not be impossible!
But why was Feng Xi so sorrowful?
Because this was merely the basic package that came with being an ordinary member of the Witch Clan!
The most basic unit of a massive faction—the Lesser Witch—was what Feng Xi currently was.
Converted into the common terminology used outside?
That would be a True Immortal!
The first realm of the Immortal Dao!
How many beings like him were there in the Witch Clan?
More than a trillion trillion!
Moreover, it was said that these countless members of the Witch Clan were merely the first batch.
They were the first attempt by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
In the future, there might be several, even dozens or hundreds, more recruitment drives.
—That was right. Every member of the Witch Clan was a transmigrator!
Transmigrators who had been tricked by Saint Houtu into boarding the "pirate ship."
In the form of witches, they would come to the fundamental world underlying all these spaces, all the heavens and all the realms—the Primordial World—and fight an earth-shaking war against the Demon Clan!
With endless Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood, they would forge the status of Protagonist of Heaven and Earth and establish the supreme position of the Human Race!
Feng Xi could not forget what he had heard and seen three days ago, just after he had crossed over and barely adapted to and gained control of his new body. Those scenes were still the source of his understanding of the outside world and his mission.
In a slight daze, a Great Divine Ability User had employed world-shaking methods to move Feng Xi and the members of the Witch Clan who had crossed over in the same batch into a vast hall.
The hall was as enormous as the universe. Even placing trillions upon trillions of members of the Witch Clan inside was effortless.
And deep within it stood a grand, boundless Dao Platform—the place where the supreme leaders would speak.
Near the top of the hall, a banner with a distinctly rustic air had been stretched out. Written upon it in witch script were the words—
"Propaganda Lecture for the Human Race's Campaign Across the Multidimensional Spaces of All Heavens and All Realms!"
Countless witches stood beneath the Dao Platform, widening their inborn Immortal Dao Heavenly Eyes and pricking up their Immortal Dao Ears as they listened intently to the speech of the Witch Clan's supreme leaders—the Ancestral Witches.
Every one of these witches was a future member of the Human Race who, like Feng Xi, possessed a special "opportunity."
Trillions upon trillions of witches were trillions upon trillions of members of the Human Race!
They came from different spaces, different dimensions, and different universes... Yet in the end, under the will of Saint Houtu, they had crossed the endless River of Time, with a fragment of their True Spirits landing in this vast and ancient Primordial World!
What inconceivable divine abilities and methods were these?!
Transmigration and rebirth, reincarnating across eras, mass-producing transmigrators... It was utterly insane!
And in the basic cultivation knowledge that came attached when the Witch Clan was created, this great power was honored as—Great Luo!
A Great Luo was eternally free throughout Endless Space-time!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were twelve Great Luo!
In that instant, Feng Xi truly and deeply realized how terrifying this Primordial World was.
Not to mention that Saint Houtu then ascended the Dao Platform and delivered an extremely impassioned speech. She immediately revealed explosive secrets, leaving Feng Xi, who thought he had some understanding of the legends of the Primordial World, completely dumbfounded.
"What is a witch?"
"A witch is a group of people who hold up Heaven and Earth!"
"The Witch Clan is the Human Race!"
"It is the gathering of the Human Race's elite forces, the main army for external conquest!"
In an instant, Feng Xi's entire worldview was violently trampled.
This bizarre and unbelievable development left him utterly stunned.
This Primordial World isn't quite what I imagined?!
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