The Primordial World is Deep, the Witch Clan and the Human Race

Shock!

The Primordial World you never knew!

The Witch-Demon War was actually like this!

The secrets the Witch Clan and Human Race must not speak of!

A string of clickbait headlines scrolled through Feng Xi's mind.

--After listening to Saint Houtu's impassioned speech on the dao platform, his thoughts involuntarily spiraled out of control in an unstoppable direction.

'What the hell?'

'The Witch Clan came from that?'

'The Witch-Demon War was essentially a Human-Demon War?'

'Am I getting this wrong?'

Muttering under his breath, Feng Xi's worldview kept shattering--reforming--and shattering again.

This was not the Primordial World he had imagined!

The theoretical Primordial World should have been the Twelve Ancestral Witches, thick-headed and single-minded, clashing in a bloody brawl with the evil Demon Race Heavenly Court, both sides falling together in mutual ruin, letting the Human Race seize the chance to take over as the Protagonist of Heaven and Earth.

As for why the Human Race could become the protagonist?

Naturally, because they reproduced fast enough and lacked any great divine abilities, making them easy for the saints Between Heaven and Earth to pen up and drain of luck, like livestock...

But now?

'This isn't following the script!'

A single small change in detail could bring infinite variables.

Let alone the current situation--the terrifying revelation of the Witch Clan's own foundational definition was a subversive shock!

'If this is the case, then most of the strategies I planned to rely on are instantly invalidated, aren't they?' Feng Xi's face fell--he had originally considered using the guidance from countless Primordial World novels to make a decent go of things in this world, turning his life around and dominating the Eight Wastelands!

Unfortunately, the plan had died before it could even be born.

As he thought, he suddenly froze, his scalp tingling, a chill shooting straight to the top of his head.

--He had thought of a very deadly problem.

The Great Luo, Eternal Freedom across Endless Space-time.

They could willfully tamper with history, reverse time...

So, here was the question.

Those half-baked Primordial World memories of his... did these Great Luo know about them? Or not?

And furthermore, the spread of that Primordial World information--was it Truly Real information?

Or was it false cover-ups secretly spread by someone behind the scenes?

One kind of propaganda after another, each different, each with its own target to smear.

Someone slandered the Three Pure Ones.

Someone cursed the Buddhist Sect.

Someone cursed Hong.

Someone insulted Nuwa.

Mm...

In the end, every saint in the Primordial World was evil, and there was not a single good person left.

Feng Xi's mouth began to twitch, twitching nonstop.

A glimpse through a tube, a guess from the tip of the iceberg, made him sense something terrifying.

--The waters of this Primordial World were not just deep, but muddy too!

The so-called inside information about the Primordial World he had heard on the grapevine... it was fine to take as entertainment.

But to treat it as a golden rule?

He wouldn't even know how he died!

After all, someone had just taught him a lesson not long ago.

Saint Houtu, long described as a pure and innocent Ancestral Witch like a white lotus--when she revealed herself to Feng Xi, she was anything but naive!

"Feng Xi, Feng Xi, you're an adult now." Feng Xi warned himself. "You need to have the ability to think independently."

"Don't just parrot others; look at things rationally."

"Also, from now on, you need to adjust your mindset."

"You can't face this world with a sense of superiority from the bottom of your heart... like a god's-eye view when playing a game, treating the Myriad Spirits of the Primordial World as simple NPCs."

"After all, this isn't a simple historical time-travel--it's a mythological time-travel. The kind of ultimate mythological time-travel where masters of the highest achievements in space-time are everywhere!"

"What I relied on as my advantage—information—has instead become a shackle and a chain here. It's the Knowledge Barrier!"

With continuous reflection, Feng Xi suddenly felt as though his mind had been wiped clean, washed of dust and vanity.

The nouveau riche mentality of someone who had just undergone a great life transition—leaping from an ordinary human to a member of the powerful Witch Clan—was swept away entirely, leaving only a single pearl, a faint glimmer of wisdom shining through to dispel all confusion and hesitation.

Calm and steadiness returned to Feng Xi.

He glanced at Saint Houtu, impassioned on the high platform, then at the endless sea of Witch Clan members around him, a faint Light Smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

'Time is unmarked in the Primordial Era.'

'Even if the Witch-Demon Cataclysm is coming, there's still a long road ahead.'

'Struggling with both feet on the ground in this age, rising From Weakness—that's not without its own charm.'

'Even if I fall in the end?'

'That would be millions of years from now... Compared to my past life's brief century of years, I've already gotten my money's worth.'

His mindset shifted from restlessness to calm composure, thinking from an absolutely objective and rational standpoint. Feng Xi found he could even accept the Witch Clan's true origins and ultimate goals.

'The Witch Clan is deeply tied to the Human Clan... Though it was beyond my original expectations, it makes perfect sense in hindsight.'

'Setting aside later fabrications and tracing history's past... In the orthodox sacrifices of our Yan-Huang lineage, clear traces of the Ancestral Witches have long been left behind!'

As early as the Zhou Dynasty, people used the Six Chariots to worship the Haotian God, as well as the Five Heavenly Lords of the East, South, West, North, and Center.

And those Five Heavenly Lords, along with their respective attendant gods—what were they?

List them one by one, and it's enough to give you a shock.

Azure Emperor of the East—Fuxi, with attendant god Gou Mang!

Yan Emperor of the South—Shennong, with attendant god Zhu Rong!

Yellow Emperor of the Center—Xuanyuan, with attendant god Saint Houtu!

White Emperor of the West—Shaohao, with attendant god Ru Shou!

Black Emperor of the North—Zhuanxu, with attendant god Xuan Ming!

Five sage emperors and kings of the Human Clan, each with an Ancestral Witch serving under their command!

And does it end there?

Not at all!

Gong Gong angrily crashed into Buzhou Mountain!

—That myth is practically household knowledge, familiar to all.

That great god used his own forehead to measure Buzhou Mountain's hardness, earning the title of the Primordial Era's hardest head.

So the question is—why did he do it?

There are many versions, and one of the most prominent claims is—he lost to Zhuanxu in the struggle for the Human Emperor's throne!

—"In ancient times, Gong Gong fought with Zhuanxu for the throne. Enraged, he crashed into Buzhou Mountain, breaking the pillar of heaven and severing the cords of the earth. The sky tilted to the northwest, so the Sun, Moon, and Stars shifted; the earth sank in the southeast, so waters and dust gathered there."

"Interesting... Very interesting."

Feng Xi Erected his ears to listen to Saint Houtu's speech, while his mind churned with constant speculation.

"The Human Clan and the Witch Clan—their relationship is indeed worth pondering."

"And also—"

"Among the Five Emperors, Zhuanxu... He's a ruthless one!"

"He bullied Gong Gong into a rage, leaving him no hope of victory... In the end, all that fury could only be vented by crashing into Buzhou Mountain."

"The Human Clan's Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors... It seems none of them are simple?"