Shocking!
The Primordial World you never knew!
The Witch-Demon Cataclysm was actually like this!
The untold secrets between the Witch Clan and the Human Race!
A barrage of sensationalist headlines flashed across Feng Xi's mind.
--As he listened to Saint Houtu's impassioned speech on the Dao Platform, his thoughts began to spin uncontrollably, racing off in an utterly runaway direction.
What the hell?
The Witch Clan actually came from this?
The Witch-Demon War was essentially a Human-Demon War?
Are you kidding me?
Muttering inwardly, Feng Xi watched his worldview undergo a continuous cycle of shattering, reconstruction, and shattering once more.
This was not the Primordial World he had imagined at all!
In theory, shouldn't the Primordial World consist of the single-minded Twelve Ancestral Witches passionately brawling against the evil Demon Clan Heavenly Court, until both sides ultimately fell and suffered heavy losses, allowing the Human Race to seize the opportunity and step up to inherit the status of the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth?
As for why the Human Race managed to become the protagonists?
Naturally, it was because they reproduced fast enough and lacked anyone with supreme divine powers, making them creatures who could be easily farmed for destiny and kept in captivity by the saints of heaven and earth like livestock...
Yet what about now?
This isn't following the script at all, hey!
Even the tiniest change in details could bring about infinite variables.
Let alone at this moment, where the terrifying revelation of the Witch Clan's own foundational definition struck as a subversive shock!
If things are like this, wouldn't those walkthroughs and strategies I planned to rely on be instantly rendered mostly useless? Feng Xi wore a distressed expression--he had originally intended to use the guidance provided by countless Primordial novels to toss and turn a bit in this world, achieve a salted-fish turnaround, and rule over the eight desolate realms of heaven and earth!
Pity that his plan had already died in the womb before it could even be executed.
As he thought about it, a sudden jolt went through his heart, his scalp tingling as a surge of cold air rushed straight to the crown of his head.
--He had thought of a very fatal problem.
Great Luo meant eternal freedom in endless space-time.
They could arbitrarily tamper with history and reverse time...
Then came the question.
Those ambiguous pieces of Primordial information in his memories... did these Great Luo know about them? Or did they not?
Furthermore, was the circulation of that Primordial information truly authentic?
Or was it a false smokescreen secretly spread and leaked by someone behind the scenes?
One propaganda narrative after another differed from the rest, each putting a different spin on things.
Some blackened the Three Sovereigns.
Some cursed the Buddhist Sect.
Some cursed Hong.
Some insulted Nuwa.
Mhm...
In the end, all the divinities of the Primordial World were evil, and there wasn't a single good person in the world.
The corners of Feng Xi's mouth began to twitch, twitching incessantly.
Peeking at the leopard through a tube, this glimpse of the iceberg let him perceive something utterly terrifying.
--The waters of this Primordial World were probably beyond ordinary depths, and far from ordinary muddiness!
The so-called inside information of the Primordial World that he used to hear by hearsay... was best listened to just for fun.
To actually treat it as a golden rule?
He probably wouldn't even know how he died!
After all, only a short while ago, someone had just taught him a lesson.
Houtu--the Ancestral Witch and Holy Mother who was chronically portrayed like a white lotus--hadn't been a naive pushover at all when she manifested before Feng Xi!
"Feng Xi, oh Feng Xi, you are already an adult," Feng Xi warned himself. "You need to have the ability to think independently."
"You can't just echo what others say; you need to view problems rationally."
"Also, from now on, I need to adjust my mindset."
"I can't feel a sense of superiority from the bottom of my heart when facing this world... like holding a God's-eye view while playing a game, treating the Myriad Spirits of the Primordial World as simple NPCs."
"After all, this is not a simple historical time-travel, but a mythological time-travel--and the kind of ultimate mythological time-travel where supreme achievers of the spatial-temporal domain run rampant everywhere!"
"The so-called informational advantage I relied on has instead become a shackle and chain here, a barrier of knowledge!"
Amidst his continuous reflection, Feng Xi abruptly felt as though his soul had been wiped clean, washing away dust and vanity.
The nouveau-riche mentality--having just undergone a massive life transition from an ordinary human to suddenly transforming into a member of the Witch Clan who possessed powerful innate strength--was swept completely clean, leaving behind only a single bright pearl, where a faint glimmer of wisdom shone to dispel all confusion and bewilderment.
Serenity and composure returned to Feng Xi.
He looked at Saint Houtu on the high platform, speaking with such passion, and then glanced at the endless members of the Witch Clan surrounding him, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
The Primordial World keeps no count of years.
Even with the Witch-Demon Cataclysm, there is still a long time ahead in the future.
Striving down-to-earth in this era, rising from weakness, is also no small source of fun.
Even if I were to be defeated in the end?
That would still be millions of years later... compared to the fleeting century-long lifespan of my past life, it's already worth the investment.
His mindset shifted from restless to calm and collected, and thinking from an absolute objective and rational standpoint, Feng Xi found that he could accept the substantive origin and ultimate goal of the Witch Clan after all.
The Witch Clan has deep ties to the Human Race... although beyond my original expectations, it is entirely within reason.
Setting aside the fabrications and writings of later generations and tracing back the past within history... the orthodox sacrifices of my Yanhuang lineage have long since left distinct traces belonging to the Ancestral Witches!
As early as the Zhou Dynasty, people used the Six Chariots to sacrifice to Haotian God, as well as the Five Heavenly Lords of the East, South, West, North, and Center.
And who were those Five Heavenly Lords, along with their respective subordinate deities and attending officials?
Listing them out one by one could give someone a huge fright.
Eastern Azure Emperor--Fuxi, with the subordinate deity Gou Mang!
Southern Emperor Yan--Shennong, with the subordinate deity Zhu Rong!
Central Yellow Emperor--Xuanyuan, with the subordinate deity Houtu!
Western White Emperor--Shaohao, with the subordinate deity Ru Shou!
Northern Black Emperor--Zhuanxu, with the subordinate deity Xuan Ming!
Five holy emperors and monarchs of the Human Race, each with an Ancestral Witch under their command taking orders and rendering service!
And did it end at just that?
Not by a long shot!
Gong Gong fiercely struck Buzhou Mountain!
--This mythological story was practically a household name, familiar to everyone.
This supreme deity used his own forehead to measure the hardness of Buzhou Mountain, earning him the title of the number-one iron-headed god in the Primordial World.
Then the question arose, why did this supreme deity do such a thing?
There were many versions of this, and one of the accounts taking up a considerable proportion was shockingly--that he failed to contend with Zhuanxu for the throne of Human Emperor!
--"In ancient times, Gong Gong and Zhuanxu vied to be Emperor, and in his rage he struck Buzhou Mountain; the pillars of heaven broke, the ties of earth snapped, the heavens tilted to the northwest, so the sun, moon, and stars shifted; the earth was deficient in the southeast, so floodwaters and dust converged there."
"Interesting... far too interesting."
Feng Xi pricked up his ears, listening to Saint Houtu's speech; on the other end, his mind spun unceasingly, continuously deducing various possibilities.
"The relationship between the Human Race and the Witch Clan is indeed worth pondering."
"And furthermore--"
"Zhuanxu among the Five Emperors... He is a ruthless character!"
"Driving Gong Gong into a fit of raging fury, leaving him without even a glimmer of hope for victory... to the extent that in the end, his overflowing anger could only be vented by ramming into Buzhou Mountain."
"The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the Human Race... none of them seem simple at all, do they?"
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