Died at the start? God-tier Trait System activated

Consciousness slowly coalesced in a boundless chaos and darkness.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Su Ming "opened" his eyes with effort, only to find he had no eyelids.

He looked down and saw his own ethereal hands, transparent as mist, the distorted light behind his palms clearly visible.

A ghost?

A cold thought exploded in his consciousness.

He was dead? And... became a wandering spirit?

Before he could recover from this immense change, an indescribable, ancient aura, like an invisible giant hand, fiercely gripped his fragile soul.

Su Ming's "gaze" snapped upward.

A mountain.

No, that wasn't an ordinary mountain at all!

It was a sky-piercing pillar that defied description, hazy and gray, as if it had existed there since the dawn of time.

Its peak had long since vanished into the chaotic currents above the nine heavens, its height immeasurable.

Its base was deeply rooted in the boundless earth, its foundation unseen.

Just "looking" at it, Su Ming felt his soul tremble violently, as if it would be crushed into dust by the extreme pressure in the next second.

Buzhou Mountain!

These three words, like an innate instinct, surfaced directly in his mind.

At that moment, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the earth rippled violently like the surface of water.

Twelve figures, towering to the sky, emerged from the mountain's shadow, their steps heavy.

With each step, the entire Primordial World rumbled!

Su Ming's soul was almost shattered by the sound of their footsteps.

He endured the soul-tearing pain, his gaze fixed in horror on the twelve figures.

They weren't human at all!

The giant leading them had a human face and a tiger's body, clad in golden scales, with wings on its ribs, exuding an overwhelming aura of killing intent.

Behind him, one was as green as bamboo, with a bird's body and a human face, standing on two green dragons.

Another had a human face and a snake's body, entirely crimson.

Even more terrifying, one had eight human heads and ten tails, with a tiger's body and a human face...

The twelve giants, each with a unique and terrifying form, seemed to be the embodiment of the most primal and violent "Dao" in existence. The wild, domineering, and sole-reigning aura they exuded froze Su Ming's soul.

This is...

Su Ming's consciousness was overwhelmed.

Before he could process the terrifying scene, the winds and clouds above the nine heavens churned, and the firmament was torn open by two massive rifts.

Endless golden light poured down like a torrential rain.

Two resplendent suns descended from the cracks!

No, those weren't suns!

They were two divine birds!

Their bodies burned with the most yang and most potent golden flames, magnificent and majestic, their every feather seemingly forged from gold. They had three legs beneath their bodies and stood in the void, causing space itself to emit a mournful cry under the unbearable strain.

"Caw!"

A high-pitched cry, imbued with supreme divine authority, echoed through heaven and earth.

The golden flames in the sky formed a sharp and intense confrontation with the wild killing intent emanating from the twelve giants on the ground.

Three-legged Golden Crows...

Terrifying giants...

Buzhou Mountain...

An absurd and horrifying thought surged wildly in Su Ming's mind.

He hadn't simply transmigrated; he had goddamn transmigrated into the Primordial World!

The world where saints were commonplace and Grand Unity Golden Immortals were as common as dogs!

"Di Jun! Tai Yi!"

Below, the giant with the human face and tiger's body let out a world-shattering roar, its sound waves rolling and shaking the very heavens.

"You feathered beasts, how dare you trespass into the territory of our Witch Clan's Pangu Hall, are you seeking death!"

In the sky, the larger three-legged Golden Crow on the left, its majestic eyes flickering with golden flames, spoke in a deep and indifferent voice.

"Zhurong, how dare you be so arrogant!"

"This Primordial World was created by Father God Pangu, it does not belong solely to your Witch Clan! The Heavenly Court acts on behalf of Heaven to govern all beings. Your Witch Clan is ignorant of the heavenly mandate and deserves punishment!"

"Hahaha!" On the other side, a three-legged golden crow holding an ancient bell the color of chaos burst into laughter, its voice filled with the domineering aura of looking down on the world. "Brother, why waste words with these fools who only know how to cultivate their physical bodies! If they don't submit, beat them until they do!"

"Eastern Emperor Tai Yi! You dare!"

"Kill!"

With a furious roar, twelve figures shot up into the sky.

Zhurong opened his mouth and spewed out endless divine flames that could burn the sky and boil the seas.

Gonggong roared and summoned the waters of the Heavenly River to pour down.

The Twelve Ancestral Magi!

Di Jun! Eastern Emperor Tai Yi!

As expected! It really is the Primordial World!

Su Ming's soul felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, a bone-chilling cold spreading from the depths of his consciousness.

What was he now?

A lonely wandering soul without even a physical body.

And before him were the two Heavenly Emperors of the future Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, and the Twelve Ancestral Magi who governed the earth!

This was the beginning of the Witch-Demon Calamity!

In a battle of this magnitude, let alone him, a mere ghost, even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, if swept by the residual energy, would likely be annihilated on the spot, body and soul.

Was this a hellish difficulty right from the start?

No, this wasn't even hell; he didn't have the qualifications to enter hell!

He was like an ant beneath the foot of a giant elephant. No, not even an ant; he was just a speck of dust that could be blown away by the slightest breeze.

It was over.

It was completely over.

He had just transmigrated and immediately ran into a fight between gods, and it was a high-level match between peak kings.

Endless despair surged within Su Ming's heart.

Just as he felt his soul about to be completely torn apart by the terrifying aftermath of the great battle, his consciousness returning to darkness.

[Ding!]

A crisp, cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded from the deepest part of his consciousness.

[Detected host soul in an extremely unstable, critical state...]

[Meets binding conditions...]

[God-Tier Trait System is binding... 1%... 30%... 99%...]

[Ding! System binding successful!]

[This system is dedicated to plundering the strongest traits from all heavens and myriad worlds for the host, forging an unparalleled foundation!]

System?

Su Ming's consciousness, on the verge of dissipating, suddenly jolted!

Web novels don't lie to me!

"System! Quick! Is there any way to save me? I'm about to dissipate!" Su Ming shouted frantically in his mind.

[Traits are the fundamental laws that constitute the world and all living beings.]

[This system can materialize the information of all things into traits.]

[Trait levels, from high to low, are divided into: Purple, Gold, Red, Blue, Green.]

[Purple is the highest level, containing the origin of the Great Dao and possessing infinite possibilities.]

[Green is the lowest level, merely basic information.]

The system's voice was devoid of any emotion, explaining coldly.

[Detected host binding system for the first time, Novice Gift Pack has been activated.]

[Novice Benefit: Host will receive one opportunity to plunder a purple trait (only once, cannot be stored)!]

One... opportunity to plunder a purple trait?

Su Ming's mind was instantly captivated by these words!

Purple was the highest level!

This was simply the only glimmer of hope in his desperate situation!

[Scanning nearby plundering-able purple traits for host...]

[Scanning...]

Su Ming's "gaze" pierced through the world-ending battlefield, passing over the Twelve Ancestral Magi and the two Golden Crows, landing behind them on the ancient and majestic palace standing at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

The palace, built from an unknown material, was entirely dark black, without a single trace of decoration, yet it exuded a profound weight and majesty that suppressed all ages.

Two Great Dao runes were inscribed on the palace's plaque.

Pangu!

Pangu Hall!

[Ding! Scan complete!]

[Target locked: Pangu Hall!]

[Pangu Hall core detected, purple trait available for plunder!]

A phantom panel unfolded in Su Ming's consciousness.

At the very top of the panel was a line of text, so dark purple it seemed to drip thick ink.

[Trait: Heart of Pangu (Purple)]

[Description: Formed from the heart of Pangu, the god who created heaven and earth. It is the source of life and power in the Primordial World, containing the supreme essence blood and creation imprint of Father God Pangu. It is the origin of the Twelve Ancestral Magi and the foundation of the entire Witch Clan!]

The Heart of Pangu!

Su Ming's soul practically boiled with excitement at that moment!

He knew of Pangu Hall, and he knew the Twelve Ancestral Magi were formed from Pangu's essence blood, but he never imagined that the core of Pangu Hall was actually the legendary Heart of Pangu!

What an incredibly fortunate opportunity!

This was the heart of the great god Pangu!

Never mind that it was a purple trait.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to add another level, a purple-gold level, on top of it!

Possessing it meant possessing Pangu's bloodline, and the potential to become an Ancestral Witch, or even surpass them!

In this Primordial World where gods clashed, what could be a more awesome start than this?

What soul state, what Witch-Demon war, all were cast aside by Su Ming at this moment.

In his eyes, only that line of purple text remained!

Fortune favors the bold!

In the Primordial World, without a proper origin or strength, one was nothing but an ant!

Now, an opportunity to become "Pangu's Second Generation" lay before him!

If not now, then when!

Hesitating for even a second would be an insult to himself!

"System!"

Su Ming's will was firmer than ever before.

"Plunder the [Heart of Pangu] trait!"