The Witch Clan Stands

The hundred-year period arrived in the blink of an eye.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, on the vast plains, a dense sea of figures gathered.

The sons of the Witch Clan, arrayed by their respective tribes, formed into colossal square formations.

Their frames were towering, muscles knotted, and their skin bore naturally inscribed law runes. Sha Qi coiled around them, yet they were bound by an invisible discipline.

In the eyes of every Witch Clan member burned a fervent light, fixed upon the summit of Buzhou Mountain, upon the eternally standing Pangu Hall.

There was no clamor, no restlessness.

Only a presence as heavy and still as a mountain, and a reverence surging from the depths of their bloodline.

"Dong—"

"Dong—"

"Dong—"

A dull drumbeat, like the pulse of a heart, emanated from Pangu Hall, spreading across the entire Primordial World.

Twelve figures radiating terrifying law fluctuations emerged from Pangu Hall, suspending themselves midair.

Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Houtu, Zhurong, Gonggong...

The Twelve Ancestor Witches!

Below, the billions of Witch Clan sons dropped to one knee in unison, pounded their chests with their right fists, and let out a sky-shaking roar: "We welcome the Ancestor Witches!"

The sound waves rolled, surging into the heavens, even shaking the innate Sha Qi of Buzhou Mountain.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches stood solemnly, positioned in the twelve directions.

Then, a figure slowly walked out from within Pangu Hall.

His stature was not as heaven-supporting as the Ancestor Witches', and his aura was restrained and calm, but when he appeared, all the Ancestor Witches bowed slightly, and the Witch Clan sons below lowered their heads even further.

Wu Ming!

Wu Ming stood before the Twelve Ancestor Witches, his gaze calmly sweeping over the boundless ranks of his kin, then lifting to look at the vast sky.

He took a deep breath, and his voice spread clearly to the four poles of the Primordial World.

"The Great Dao above!"

"Father God Pangu above!"

"The Heavenly Dao above!"

With these three calls, the entire Primordial World trembled with strange fluctuations.

In the unseen depths, it seemed an ultimate will cast its gaze upon them.

Wu Ming's voice continued, carrying an unyielding resolve:

"Now, I, Wu Ming of the Witch Clan, together with the Twelve Ancestor Witches, in the name of Pangu's descendants, leading the billions of Witch Clan sons, hereby swear this oath!"

"The Witch Clan was born in the Primordial World, grew in the Primordial World, and was transformed from the Essence Blood of Father God Pangu!"

"Sensing that the Primordial World's slaughter grows daily, Sha Qi breeds, the order of heaven and earth is unstable, and living beings suffer—this goes against Father God's original intent in splitting heaven and earth and creating the Primordial World."

"The Witch Clan is willing to use Pangu's body to bear the Sha Qi of heaven and earth, refine it into ourselves, and return clarity and peace to the Primordial World!"

"The Witch Clan is willing to use the laws we command to regulate the Primordial Earth Veins, harmonize the Five Elements, stabilize heaven and earth, and aid the orderly growth of all things!"

"The Witch Clan is willing to guard the world that Father God Pangu opened!"

"This oath: the Great Dao bears witness, Father God bears witness, the Heavenly Dao bears witness!"

"The Witch Clan—established!"

The final two words exploded like thunder, carrying the collective will and determination of the Witch Clan!

"Boom!!!"

The moment the oath fell, the entire Primordial World shook violently!

Above the nine heavens, the sound of the Great Dao roared, profound and unfathomable, as if in recognition.

At the summit of Buzhou Mountain, a blurred and majestic phantom flickered and vanished—the manifestation of Father God Pangu's lingering will, carrying relief and expectation.

Deep in the firmament, the Heavenly Dao turned, and endless Mysterious Yellow Merit Qi gathered, transforming into a thick pillar of golden light that descended from the sky!

Golden Light of Merit!

The golden light fell, most of it surging into Wu Ming and the Twelve Ancestor Witches. Especially the Twelve Ancestor Witches—bathed in the Golden Light of Merit, laws surged around them, and their understanding and control of the laws advanced another step, drawing them closer to the Hunyuan Realm.

The remaining merit was evenly distributed to all the Witch Clan sons who had participated in the oath.

Every member of the Witch Clan felt their Destiny skyrocket, their connection to this world tighten, and the blockages in their cultivation suddenly cleared.

From this day forth, the Witch Clan was no longer merely Pangu's descendants, but a great clan formally recognized by the Primordial World, bearing the duty to regulate Sha Qi, stabilize the earth veins, and guard the Primordial World!

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun, seated upon the high platform, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

A flicker of unmistakable surprise passed through those ancient, well-like eyes.

He raised his hand to calculate, but the Heavenly Mechanism was shrouded in chaos—yet he could sense a vast power of Merit descending upon the Witch Clan.

"The Witch Clan Establishing the Clan? And with such grand vows?"

"Cleansing Sha Qi, ordering the earth veins, guarding the Primordial Wilderness..."

Hongjun's brow furrowed slightly.

This seemed to deviate from the script of the Heavenly Dao's operation—the Witch-Demon conflict, where the Sha Qi of great kalpas drove the evolution of the Primordial Wilderness.

"Another variable... Wu Ming?"

He divined again, yet still could not see through Wu Ming's origins and background.

"Never mind. As long as the grand trend is unaffected, a few variables are harmless."

Hongjun closed his eyes, and Zixiao Palace fell silent once more. Only the operating Heavenly Dao seemed to have gained a trace of uncertainty.

Across the Primordial Wilderness.

Countless mighty beings were startled by the earth-shaking phenomenon at Buzhou Mountain and the immense Golden Light of Merit.

Kunlun Mountain, Hall of the Three Pure Ones.

Yuanshi looked toward Buzhou Mountain: "What is the Witch Clan's intent with this move? To stir such Merit?"

Taiqing said calmly, "Bearing Pangu's legacy, responding to the needs of Heaven and Earth—they simply follow the current."

Tongtian, however, burned with fighting spirit: "The Witch Clan... interesting."

Phoenix Nest Mountain.

Nuwa furrowed her delicate brows and looked at Fuxi beside her: "Brother, the Witch Clan's move..."

Fuxi's Bagua rotated in his hand; after a moment, he shook his head: "The Heavenly Mechanism is obscured by Merit—I cannot see clearly."

Mount Sumeru, The West.

Jieyin wore a bitter expression: "Junior Brother, the Witch Clan's Destiny surges greatly. When will our West finally flourish?"

Zhunti's eyes gleamed with sharp light: "Senior Brother, do not worry. Though the Witch Clan has gained Merit with this move, they have also taken on great Karmic Bonds. The Sha Qi of the Primordial Wilderness is not so easily cleansed! Calamity will come in time! We need only wait for the right moment."

Within the Sea of Blood, Ancestor Minghe felt that vast power of Merit, greed and wariness flickering in his eyes.

Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi gently stroked the Earth Book and looked toward Buzhou Mountain: "The Witch Clan's move does follow Heaven's will, but... this Primordial Wilderness will only grow more chaotic."

Beside him, Hongyun was full of worry: "Such a great disturbance will surely draw many covetous eyes."

Sun Star.

Di Jun and Taiyi stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the direction of Buzhou Mountain where the golden clouds of Merit had not yet fully dispersed, their faces dark.

Taiyi clenched his fists, the Chaos Bell humming at his side: "Big Brother! The Witch Clan beat us to Establishing the Clan and gained such Merit and Destiny—we cannot wait any longer!"

Di Jun's eyes burned with ambition and ruthlessness: "Right! The Witch Clan Established the Clan under the name of guarding the Primordial Wilderness. Our Demon Race will Establish the Clan under the name of commanding all beings and establishing the order of Heaven and Earth!"

He looked at Taiyi: "Keep the matter of discovering the Heavenly Court secret for now."

"The urgent task is to go immediately to Phoenix Nest Mountain and persuade Nuwa and Fuxi to join us!"

"Promise them the positions of Empress Nuwa and Emperor Xi. Gather the Demon Race's top combat power and Destiny, then proceed with Establishing the Clan—we must outshine the Witch Clan!"

Taiyi nodded, his fighting spirit blazing: "Good! I'll prepare at once. I'll make sure Nuwa and Fuxi understand that joining our Demon Race is the only wise choice!"

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the Witch Clan warriors slowly rose after being bathed in Merit, their aura even more condensed and heavy.

Wu Ming watched all this and nodded.

Wu Ming turned to face the Twelve Ancestor Witches and the billions of Witch Clan members.

"Pass down the order."

"From this day forth, the sons of our Witch Clan shall leave Buzhou, refine Sha Qi, and order the earth veins!"