Pangu Creates Heaven, System Sacrifices to Heaven

The Primordial World.

Beneath Buzhou Mountain, deep within Pangu Hall.

Inside a massive blood pool, thick, inseparable blood energy and baleful aura intertwined violently, churning and roiling.

At the center of the blood pool, thirteen giant blood cocoons floated silently, radiating a wild and ancient aura.

Inside one of these cocoons, a blurred humanoid figure curled up, as if it had been slumbering for billions of years.

Suddenly, the blood cocoon trembled slightly, and the eyelids of the figure within flickered before slowly opening.

"Where... is this?"

"Wasn't I... on my way home from work?"

"Hiss—! My head hurts so much..."

Fragmented memories rushed into his mind like a bursting dam, carrying countless bizarre and surreal images.

Skyscrapers, crowded streets, and the endless 996 work schedule.

"And that ball of light falling from the sky..." Countless images pieced themselves together like a revolving lantern, becoming clearer and more solid with every passing moment.

He, Zhou Ming, an ordinary corporate slave in modern society, had actually... transmigrated!

Moreover, the place he had transmigrated to was the Primordial World, the source of all myths and legends!

That alone was absurd enough, but what made him feel even more ridiculous was his current identity... he seemed to have become a legendary... Ancestral Witch?!

No! According to the abruptly added, seemingly innate information in his mind, it was clear—he was the first to awaken in Pangu Hall.

Theoretically, he was the thirteenth Ancestral Witch. But in terms of the order of awakening, he, Zhou Ming, was the true and undisputed First Ancestral Witch!

This start was absolutely outrageous! For a moment, Zhou Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He struggled to recall the entire process of becoming an Ancestral Witch, and the more he thought about it, the more dramatic it felt.

He had been a corporate slave on Earth, working himself to the bone for a meager salary; 996 was his daily life, and death from overwork was a visible end.

On his way home from work, he was struck precisely by a strange ball of light that fell from the sky.

He didn't even have time to feel pain before his consciousness plunged into darkness, and he died on the spot.

When he regained consciousness, he was already here.

According to the residual information in his mind, that ball of light was an unlucky system that had chosen him for a transmigration journey.

Transmigrating to the Primordial World was indeed a common trope in web novels, and many protagonists relied on this path to reach the pinnacle of life.

However, this system clearly had poor professional competence and hadn't even calibrated the most basic timeline.

It had sent him directly to the Chaos Era, before the Great God Pangu swung his axe to split the heavens and earth!

What a terrifying and dangerous period that was? The chaos was vast and boundless, with three thousand Demon Gods coexisting in the world.

And the Great God Pangu was the most dazzling figure of that time.

Holding the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, stepping on the 36th-grade Chaos Green Lotus, and with the Jade Butterfly of Creation hovering above his head, he had slaughtered countless Demon Gods and opened up the world as if he were chopping vegetables.

The moment this unlucky system appeared, it caught the attention of the Great God Pangu.

Perhaps the foreign aura displeased Pangu, or perhaps he was simply bored, but the Heaven-Opening God didn't even think twice; he grabbed the system and refined it on the spot.

During the refining process, Pangu discovered the soul of Zhou Ming wrapped inside the system.

He read his memories and learned of his origins. Perhaps he found this soul from the future interesting, or perhaps it was a matter of predestined fate.

The Great God Pangu casually infused the refined System Core into the True Spirit of Zhou Ming.

Then, the Great God Pangu continued his great work of splitting the heavens and earth.

After the creation was complete, Pangu transformed his body into all things.

At the very last moment, the Great God Pangu seemed to remember Zhou Ming and tossed his soul into Pangu Hall, which had been formed from his own heart, bestowing upon him a precious drop of his essence blood.

Thus, Zhou Ming, along with the twelve famous and powerful Ancestral Witches of the future, turned into a blood cocoon and began a long gestation within the blood pool of Pangu Hall.

In the depths of Zhou Ming's soul, there seemed to remain a vague thought from the Great God Pangu: "In this world, the fate of the Witch Clan is destined to be rugged..."

"Perhaps this variable from another world can bring a... turning point to the future of the Witch Clan?"

In addition to the System Core, the Great God Pangu also passed on a glimmer of insight into the supreme Law of Strength, which he himself had mastered, to Zhou Ming.

Sorting all this out, Zhou Ming felt a mix of emotions, leaving him with only a silent sigh.

What was this? A delivery from a system that was not only personally signed for by the Great God Pangu but also received a five-star review and a bunch of luxury gifts?

A low-level transmigration accident had, by a twist of fate, created his unique identity today—an Ancestral Witch!

Created by Pangu's essence blood, gestated in Pangu Hall, carrying a mysterious System Core, and inheriting the supreme Law of Strength!

With this background and foundation, looking across the vast and boundless Primordial World, he was among the tiny elite standing at the very top of the pyramid!

He was a super VIP born with a silver spoon in his mouth!

However, after the brief excitement, Zhou Ming's heart sank.

Ancestral Witch! He knew very well the heavy fate represented by those two words.

During the Witch-Demon Calamity, the Twelve Ancestor Witches were nearly wiped out, and the once-great Witch Clan fell apart, declining into ruin and withdrawing from the stage of the Primordial World.

Was he, too, destined to repeat the same tragic path?

No! Since he had arrived, he would absolutely not stand by and watch the tragedy repeat itself! He had to become stronger, he had to defy the heavens and change his fate, he had to...

Zhou Ming began to carefully examine his own state. Although his consciousness had awakened, he was still encased in a thick blood cocoon, his body still in the process of gestation.

To truly manifest a physical form, it would likely take a long, long time.

"Hiss--!"

Just then, a pain so intense it felt like his soul was being torn apart erupted from the depths of his True Spirit!

Caught off guard, Zhou Ming let out a muffled groan; his newly awakened consciousness was nearly scattered. He immediately calmed his mind and began to look inward.

The next moment, his expression turned incredibly grim.

He saw that the depths of his soul—which could now be called the embryonic form of a Primordial Spirit—was being crazily bombarded, torn, and eroded by a violent, chaotic, and terrifying current filled with auras of destruction!

This aura was incomparably overbearing, as if it wanted to completely obliterate his consciousness and turn him into a beast that knew only slaughter!

"Heaven-Opening... Fiendish Energy!!"

He finally understood what this aura actually was!

This was the terrifying existence formed by the combination of the boundless resentment left behind after Father God Pangu slew the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, and the baleful energy generated when the world was first created!

The Witch Clan was formed from Pangu's essence blood and naturally inherited Pangu's formidable physical body, but they also inevitably carried this Heaven-Opening Fiendish Energy.

Under the erosion of this fiendish energy, the Witch Clan found it difficult to develop a Primordial Spirit, and even if one were lucky enough to be born, it would be influenced by the energy, becoming irritable, bloodthirsty, impulsive, and obsessed only with strength and slaughter!

"So that's how it is... No wonder the Twelve Ancestor Witches of later generations were all hot-tempered battle maniacs who lacked foresight..."

This Heaven-Opening Fiendish Energy was like a sword hanging over the heads of all the Ancestor Witches!

Especially for a transmigrator like him, who possessed a clear sense of self and modern thinking, it was a fatal threat!

Although he now had an embryonic Primordial Spirit, under the impact of this terrifying fiendish energy, he was like a lone boat in a raging storm, in danger of capsizing at any moment!

Once his Primordial Spirit was completely eroded and assimilated, even if he retained the memories of a transmigrator, he would likely be reduced to a "savage" acting purely on instinct!

At that point, how could he talk about changing the fate of the Witch Clan? He wouldn't even be able to maintain his own self!

"No! Absolutely not! I cannot become a brute who only knows how to fight!"

He did not want to become a brute who possessed power but had lost his reason!

His modern mindset and his foreknowledge of the Primordial World's grand trends were his greatest trump cards and reliance!

If he even lost the ability to think, what would be the point of his transmigration?

"I must find a way to refine this damned fiendish energy!"

He forcibly suppressed the waves of intense pain coming from his Primordial Spirit and concentrated all his focus.

Although he was inside the blood cocoon, he could clearly feel that the System Core fused deep within his True Spirit was emitting a warm and profound vibration.

This vibration resonated with the insights of the Law of Strength inherited from Pangu, forming a weak but resilient barrier.

It was struggling to protect his Primordial Spirit, preventing it from being instantly crushed by the fiendish energy.

"System Core... refined by Father God Pangu, its essence is an Innate Supreme Treasure... it has an affinity with the Great Dao and can help me comprehend laws..."

Zhou Ming quickly recalled the information left behind by Pangu.

This System Core was not a cheat in the traditional sense; it was more like an accompanying treasure for enlightenment, capable of suppressing Destiny and guarding the Primordial Spirit!

"And... the Law of Strength!"

Zhou Ming's thoughts stirred as he attempted to communicate with and sense the law imprint representing supreme power, which was etched into the deepest part of his Primordial Spirit.

Although in his current state he couldn't even touch the surface, the mere existence of this trace of insight seemed to exert a natural restraint on the violent fiendish energy.

"I have to risk it! This is my only hope!"

Zhou Ming gritted his teeth. Using the System Core as a shield and the insight into the Law of Strength as a spear, he began to attempt to refine the Heaven-Opening Fiendish Energy that was eroding his Primordial Spirit every single second!

The fiendish energy was incomparably violent; every impact caused his Primordial Spirit to shake violently, the pain sinking into his marrow as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

But Zhou Ming did not retreat in the slightest. This was the first step he had to take to change his own fate, and perhaps even the fate of the entire Witch Clan in the future!

"Refine... for me!" Accompanied by a silent roar, Zhou Ming immersed himself in the confrontation against the Heaven-Opening Fiendish Energy.