The First Ancestor Witch, Laying Plans from the Primordial Era, the Witch Clan Rises!

Ancient and vast.

Boundless and infinite.

This place is the origin of the Primordial World.

Beneath the firmament dwell terrifying ferocious beasts, whose roars alone can shatter the Star River.

There are also immortal gods whose brilliance illuminates the years from past to present.

Within the boundless sea of stars, billions of stars twinkle.

Across the infinite territory, divine mountains stand tall and majestic.

The most prominent among them is Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain is the first divine mountain formed at the creation of the Primordial World.

It was transformed from the spine of Pangu, supporting the Thirty-Three Heavens above and connecting to the endless Netherworld below.

Deep within that Netherworld, an ancient bronze temple floats and drifts, as massive as if it were bearing the weight of the world.

The Netherworld was formed from the condensation of innate turbid qi during the creation of the world.

In the beginning, the clear qi rose while the turbid qi sank.

The clear qi transformed into the realm of immortals and spirits, while the turbid qi evolved into this Netherworld.

Turbid qi is insidious and poisonous, capable of corroding immortals and gods and eroding their physical bodies.

Yet, in this world filled with turbid qi, a unique race was born... the Witch Clan!

In the Primordial World, all races cultivate the Primordial Spirit, but the Witch Clan alone walks the path of attaining the Dao through the physical body.

They are born different, standing apart from all other races.

This is because the Witch Clan can absorb innate turbid qi and, under the protection of Pangu's legacy from the creation, take form and develop intelligence.

Were it not for Pangu's protection, they would have long been swallowed by the turbid qi and turned into nothingness.

It is precisely because of this that the Witch Clan was able to step onto the grand stage of the Primordial World.

They are irritable and fierce, unable to cultivate the Primordial Spirit, relying solely on their physical bodies as their foundation.

This is also due to being naturally influenced by the turbid qi.

Yet, in terms of bloodline origin, the Witch Clan is the true Pangu's Orthodox Lineage.

Pangu transformed into all things, and his essence and blood evolved into the Ancestral Witches.

The Witch Clan is the very continuation of Pangu's bloodline.

No one can dispute with them who the true descendants of Pangu are.

The Netherworld gathers all the turbid qi from Pangu's creation.

The birth of the Witch Clan was both a blessing from Pangu and a necessity to stabilize the order of the Primordial World.

Other races could never withstand this turbid qi; only the Witch Clan could establish a foothold here.

In the depths of the endless Netherworld, the ancient bronze temple floats and drifts.

Divine light pierces the gloom like a beacon in the long river of years.

This temple is an Innate Supreme Treasure formed from Pangu's heart, and it is also the Ancestral Hall of the Witch Clan.

Only because of the protection of the Pangu Divine Hall could the Witch Clan safely absorb the turbid qi and take form.

In the blood pool of the temple, thirteen blood-colored giant cocoons stand tall.

Endless turbid qi is absorbed by them, transforming into monstrous power.

Twelve giant cocoons surround the perimeter, with one located in the center.

That one is the largest and most terrifying.

Black and red qi entwine around it, and thunderous muffled sounds echo faintly.

From within the cocoon, a voice suddenly speaks.

"Where... is this place?"

Long Zang speaks in confusion, his consciousness immediately submerged once more by Pangu's bloodline and the inheritance of the Heavenly Dao.

Having just awakened, he falls back into a deep slumber.

Time has no meaning in the Primordial World.

The current era is that of the first great calamity of heaven and earth... the Ferocious Beast Calamity.

Across the Primordial land, ferocious beasts run rampant everywhere.

The Three Innate Races have yet to emerge, and the world is in chaos.

The Ferocious Beast Calamity is, in essence, the great war between the three races and the ferocious beasts.

Although the ferocious beasts were born to destroy the Primordial World, a small number among them with intelligence do not wish to end the world.

After all, if the Primordial World were destroyed, all things would return to chaos, and even they would have nowhere to dwell.

However, most of the mindless fierce beasts knew only how to slaughter madly, churning the Sea of Blood into a towering frenzy.

Thus, the three clans were born in response to the tribulation to contend against the fierce beasts.

It was in the midst of this chaotic era that Long Zang opened his eyes from within a giant cocoon.

He instinctively absorbed the endless turbid energy, his body growing ever stronger.

"I... have actually become the first Ancestor Witch!"

His voice was low, filled with shock.

In the original Great Desolation, there were twelve Ancestor Witches, but Long Zang had been born before them all, becoming the first Ancestor Witch!

He held dominion over the two Great Daos of Devouring and Destruction!

Yet, the influence of the turbid energy meant that, like all members of the Witch Clan, he could not cultivate a Primordial Spirit.

This was an innate defect, impossible to remedy through later efforts.

If even the twelve Ancestor Witches could not overcome it, how could he, an outsider, easily change it?

This place was the Supreme Great Desolation!

Immortals here could live as long as the heavens.

Heavenly Immortals could create billions of worlds.

In such a world, the Witch Clan still stood at the pinnacle.

But the defect of the Primordial Spirit remained an insurmountable shackle.

Long Zang could not escape this fate either.

Long Zang slowly opened his eyes, a complex thought rising in his heart.

"Cannot cultivate a Primordial Spirit?" he murmured softly.

Soon, he accepted this reality. Since he had come here, he would settle into the present.

In the Great Desolation World, strength was the only foundation.

"Since there is no hope for a Primordial Spirit, I shall walk this path to the very end." Long Zang's eyes were deep, black as an abyss.

In the depths of his pupils, endless primordial darkness surged; it was the source power that devoured all things... the Devouring Great Dao.

The physical body of the Witch Clan was arguably the strongest in the Great Desolation.

This was the foundation upon which they stood.

Therefore, the defect of lacking a Primordial Spirit was not unacceptable to Long Zang.

The utility of a Primordial Spirit lay in divining heavenly secrets, peering into fortune and misfortune, and even scheming against the great supernatural beings of the heavens.

But Long Zang was different; he came from a later age and understood the future trends of the Great Desolation clearly.

Whether he had a Primordial Spirit or not did not affect him much.

Of course, the drawback was equally obvious.

That was... once the physical body of a Witch was shattered, they died completely.

They possessed no independent, immortal Primordial Spirit, only a "True Life" that coexisted with their physical body.

Once the body was destroyed, the True Life perished with it, leaving almost no possibility of reincarnation.

Long Zang's mind was clear.

The advantage was obvious: an invincible physical body!

The disadvantage was equally obvious: no Primordial Spirit!

He immediately began to organize the techniques inherited within his bloodline.

It was the supreme body-refining method left behind by Pangu... the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique!

This technique was not only practiced by the twelve Ancestor Witches, but even the Three Pure Ones had grasped its true essence.

It followed the path of body refinement, making it the most compatible with the Witch Clan.

Cultivated to the extreme, it could lead directly to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

However, Long Zang was also very clear in his heart.

Although the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique was powerful, it could only take one to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

Above the Zenith Heaven lay the realm of the "Dao."

The limit of man was the immortal, and the limit of the immortal was the Dao.

That step could not be achieved by relying directly on the techniques of predecessors; one had to create their own path.

Pangu was able to create the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique because of his supreme, boundless power.

The Witch Clan could use it to reach the Zenith Heaven, but they stopped there.

Whether one could go further depended entirely on oneself.

Within the Witch Clan, apart from the twelve Ancestor Witches, almost no one had ever stepped beyond the Zenith Heaven.

Long Zang's thoughts surged.

He was well aware that the fate of the Witch Clan was incredibly tragic.

Although the Demon Race had declined, they still possessed mighty figures like Nuwa and Kunpeng to uphold their destiny.

But what of the Witch Clan?

Houtu transformed into Empress Pingxin, yet she was trapped within the Nine Netherworlds, never to emerge again.

By the time of the Investiture of the Gods, one could barely even see a shadow of them.

The position of hegemon of the Primordial World is nothing but a bottomless pit, Long Zang sighed inwardly.

To seek dominion over the Primordial World? That was suicide.

The Three Innate Races once had the best chance, yet in the end, they failed to succeed.

Because the emergence of the Sages had completely severed the possibility of a Co-Lord of the Primordial World.

Beneath the Sages, all are ants.

As for the Ferocious Beast Clan, that was even more impossible.

Countless mindless beasts had long since become the common enemy of all living beings in the Primordial World; there was simply no possibility of them ever achieving the status of Co-Lord.

Therefore, even if the Three Innate Races had once held a glimmer of opportunity, it was merely a flash in the pan.