Seclusion and Hard Cultivation, Hegemony of the Three Clans

In the Primordial World, time is unrecorded, and cultivation knows no years.

Deep within Pangu Hall, the blood pool continued to churn with dense blood energy and fiendish energy.

Compared to when Zhou Ming first awoke, it had grown even more viscous and manic, as if the blood pool itself could sense the encroachment of the chaotic killing intent from the outside world.

Zhou Ming sat cross-legged within the Blood Cocoon that nurtured him, his mind completely immersed in cultivation.

Refining the Heaven-Opening Fiendish Energy and consolidating his Primordial Spirit had become his primary task since waking, and his only one.

Ever since he successfully refined the first wisp of Heaven-Opening Fiendish Energy, he had found the knack for it.

He used the System Core—which Zhou Ming now preferred to call the Dao Origin Divine Pearl—to suppress and guard his Primordial Spirit.

Then, using the Law of Strength as a guide, he refined the violent fiendish energy eroding his Primordial Spirit, peeling it away layer by layer.

This process was extremely tedious and accompanied by indescribable pain, but Zhou Ming accepted it willingly.

With every bit of fiendish energy refined, his Primordial Spirit grew stronger, and his control over himself became more refined.

The Dao Origin Divine Pearl was truly an Innate Supreme Treasure forged by Father God Pangu himself; every rotation stirred the aura of the Great Dao.

It subtly improved Zhou Ming's innate aptitude and comprehension, allowing him to achieve twice the result with half the effort when contemplating the Law of Strength.

Although he was still a long way from truly mastering it, even grasping a mere fraction of its essence made his foundation increasingly robust.

"Hoo..."

Zhou Ming slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling the pure energy flowing within his Primordial Spirit and its increasingly solid form, feeling somewhat satisfied.

However, just as Zhou Ming was focused on his cultivation, ignoring the affairs of the outside world, the Primordial World was already surging with wind and clouds, filled with slaughter everywhere.

Outside Buzhou Mountain, the vast Primordial World.

The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans were like three rising, brilliant suns, illuminating the entire Primordial World!

The Dragon Clan, under the leadership of Ancestor Dragon, had completely conquered the Four Seas, and billions of aquatic tribes had all submitted.

Vast dragon might swept across the Four Seas, and Destiny gathered like a surging tide.

The Phoenix Clan, with Primordial Phoenix as their sovereign, ruled the skies, and thousands of avian species bowed in worship.

Phoenix True Fire burned across the horizon, and their Destiny transformed into seven-colored auspicious clouds, shrouding the Buzhou Mountain.

The Qilin Clan, with First Qilin treading upon the earth, commanded all beasts, and countless land creatures prostrated themselves, suppressing all directions.

Their Destiny condensed into thick, auspicious energy, permeating the Central Great Land.

As they conquered more tribes and their territories expanded, the Destiny of the three clans snowballed, growing frantically!

With Destiny added to their bodies, the feedback to the clans was a rapid increase in overall strength.

Countless clansmen broke through their realms, and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals emerged one after another.

As the leaders of the three clans, Ancestor Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, and First Qilin gained unimaginable benefits!

Driven by the massive Destiny, their cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and in a very short time, they broke through their bottlenecks one after another.

In one stroke, they stepped into that realm that countless living beings looked up to—Golden Immortal of the Origin!

They became the most supreme existences in the Primordial World, aside from those reclusive old monsters!

The birth of three Golden Immortals of the Origin completely ignited the ambitions of the three clans to contend for the world!

They all clearly realized the huge benefits brought by Destiny and understood that if they wanted to go a step further, or even peek at the legendary Origin Great Dao.

They had to monopolize the Destiny of the Primordial World and become the true protagonists of heaven and earth!

To compete for territory, spiritual veins, Innate Spiritual Roots, heavenly treasures, and even to enslave other races, the conflicts between the three clans intensified.

Thus, the friction that had been somewhat restrained quickly escalated into an all-out war of life and death!

On the shores of the East Sea, the Dragon Clan's naval forces and the Phoenix Clan fought until the sky went dark; the seawater was dyed red, and countless feathers and scales drifted down.

"Kill! Kill these mongrel birds!"

"Tear these long worms to pieces!"

In the central lands of the Primordial World, the Qilin Clan clashed fiercely with branches of the Dragon and Phoenix clans; mountains and rivers shattered, and the earth groaned.

"Those who violate my territory, die!"

"For the glory of the Qilin!"

The entire Primordial World was engulfed in the flames of war!

The once peaceful and serene immortal mountains and blessed lands, rich in spiritual energy, had now become bloody battlefields.

Countless living beings wailed, and countless races were exterminated.

Weak races either chose to attach themselves to one of the three clans, becoming cannon fodder in the war, or were wiped out by the three clans to seize their Destiny.

Slaughter!

Conquest!

Plunder!

Endless slaughter brought endless resentment, which transformed into a dense, inseparable aura of calamity!

Calamity energy permeated the air, shrouding the Primordial World.

Inside Pangu Hall.

Zhou Ming briefly diverted a sliver of his consciousness from his deep cultivation, sensing the killing intent and resentment outside that had nearly condensed into a physical form.

His brows furrowed tightly.

"The Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Calamity... it really has turned into a frenzy."

"These three clans are truly courting death..."

Although he knew the trajectory of history, the sheer terror of the Great Calamity still made his heart race.

He frowned, sinking his consciousness into the Dao Origin Divine Pearl, attempting to extend his perception outward.

Through the protection of Pangu Hall, he "saw" a blurry image of the scene outside.

Though he could not see it clearly, the heaven-shaking battle cries and the violent fluctuations of energy were unmistakable.

And the blood-colored calamity clouds filling the sky all signaled one thing—the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Calamity had already entered its white-hot stage!

"Hiss... these guys, aren't they fighting a bit too ruthlessly?"

Zhou Ming drew a sharp breath, his heart involuntarily accelerating.

Is this the terror of a Primordial Great Calamity?

Golden Immortals of the Origin were personally engaging in melee combat, while hundreds of millions of living beings were treated like mere blades of grass!

He could even faintly hear the roars of Ancestor Dragon, the shrill cries of Primordial Phoenix, the bellows of First Qilin, and the desperate wails of countless beings before their deaths!

Tragic! It was simply too tragic!

This was nothing short of a massive meat grinder!

"Fortunately... fortunately I am inside Pangu Hall."

"However, the more intense the struggle between the three clans, the denser the fiendish energy becomes. Does this actually provide some 'benefit' to my refining of the Heaven-Opening Fiendish Energy and the tempering of my Primordial Spirit?"

Of course, this "benefit" was predicated on his ability to withstand the erosion of the fiendish energy.

"But I must also speed up!"

If the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Calamity has reached this point, what about the Lich Calamity?

The future fate of the Witch Clan weighed on his heart like a heavy boulder.

He had to increase his strength as quickly as possible and take human form!

Not just for self-preservation, but to find a way to resolve the Heaven-Opening Fiendish Energy before his twelve "younger siblings" were born, and to fight for a different future for the Witch Clan!

"Stay low! Develop! Develop stealthily, don't get reckless!"

Zhou Ming took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and cast aside all distracting thoughts.

The world outside is fighting to the death, what does that have to do with me?

The primary task now is to increase my strength, increase my strength at all costs!!

He closed his eyes once more, sinking his consciousness back into his cultivation.

The Dao Origin Divine Pearl shimmered with light, and the insights into the Law of Strength flowed through his Primordial Spirit like a stream.

Refining fiendish energy, strengthening the Primordial Spirit, comprehending the law.

Like the most devout ascetic, Zhou Ming silently accumulated power within the "newbie protection zone" of Pangu Hall.

The conclusion of the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Calamity would mark the era when Dao Ancestor Hongjun emerged and began his lectures at Zixiao Palace.

By then, the landscape of the Primordial World would undergo another earth-shattering change.

And the Witch Clan would step onto the stage of the Primordial World.

He had to be fully prepared before that time came!