Primordial Era: The Dao Wasn't Finished Yet, and the Ancestor Witches Had Already Become Saints

Dayi furrowed his brow. "Yet it has already been one hundred thousand years. What kind of secret technique requires all twelve Ancestor Witches to cultivate together for one hundred thousand years without finishing?"

Kuafu spread his hands and shrugged. "Well, I do not know that! If I knew, I would not be a Great Witch, you say—"

Before Kuafu finished speaking, a tremor came from Ancestor Witch Hall.

A sudden shock gripped Kuafu's heart!

Oh, this broken mouth of his, why did he dare to say just anything out loud?

The Ancestor Witches must have heard this, and he was as good as dead!

The feeling of vibration grew more and more intense, quickly spreading to the entire Witch Clan Ancestral Land, and even shaking the entirety of Buzhou Mountain.

The rumbling sound quickly spread throughout the entire Primordial Era.

This commotion naturally alarmed all the mighty figures across the Primordial Era.

Countless divine senses instantly swept toward Buzhou Mountain, fixing their gaze on the Witch Clan Ancestral Land.

Then, the gates of Ancestor Witch Hall swung wide open.

An aura as ancient as time, yet not decaying, drifted out.

It instantly enveloped the Witch Clan Ancestral Land and the entire Buzhou Mountain.

As this aura drifted away, all the mighty figures spying on Buzhou Mountain felt a pain in their true primordial spirits, and their divine senses naturally could no longer maintain themselves, dissipating on the spot.

Among them, there was no lack of those whose cultivation was not powerful enough. What these people faced was not merely as simple as a pain in their primordial spirits.

The primordial spirits of the vast majority of people were instantly shattered by the impact, snuffing out their lives in an instant.

As for the remaining small portion, they luckily survived with a fraction of their primordial spirits intact.

Of course, these people probably wished even more that they could be like the majority and simply die outright.

Having a surviving primordial spirit meant their bodies could not move and their mouths could not speak, but things like pain and consciousness still remained.

If they were lucky, that would be it, but if they were unlucky, they would be found by certain ferocious beasts and the like.

That meant they had to endure endless agony, and only after their bodies completely died could their primordial spirits finally dissipate.

Countless mighty figures who felt the piercing pain in their primordial spirits were terrified to the core.

They dared not spy again whatsoever, and even less dared to travel to Buzhou Mountain to investigate.

Merely the rebound of the aura could injure their primordial spirits, so if they went in person, what would happen?

Did they not know how the word "death" was written?

Countless mighty figures collected their minds and restrained their breaths, quietly shrinking back into their immortal caves.

They did not know where this powerful aura came from, but anyway, when the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up.

These people were unclear about it, but some people were very clear.

For example, Hongjun, who was quietly comprehending the Jade Disc of Creation and making final preparations for attaining sagehood.

The moment this aura appeared, Hongjun trembled, snapping his eyes wide open, and then his entire body uncontrollably began to shiver.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead visibly to the naked eye!

He naturally knew where this aura came from.

It could be said that no one throughout the entire Primordial Era was more familiar with this aura than he.

It was Pangu!

Hongjun was terrified to the extreme. The scene of Pangu fighting all the gods and demons in the past was still vivid in his mind.

Nearly three thousand gods and demons, no matter how powerful, could not withstand a single axe from Pangu; none of them was a match for him in a single exchange.

It was simply terrifying to the extreme!

And did the appearance of this aura mean that Pangu had left a backup plan back then and was now about to revive?

If that were truly the case, what sagehood would he attain, and what Dao would he harmonize with?

Obediently surrendering was the wise choice!

Otherwise, he was afraid he would die a very ugly death!

Just as Hongjun was in extreme terror, some people were exceptionally joyful.

Kunlun Mountain.

In the Three Pure Ones' Dao field, three figures—one old, one middle-aged, and one youth—stood in the plaza.

Gazing into the direction of Buzhou Mountain, their faces were full of joy.

They were none of them other than Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.

"Father God! It is Father God's aura!" Tongtian looked at his two elder brothers beside him and said with irrepressible joy.

Yuanshi rolled his eyes, curled his lip, and said, "We can feel it ourselves! You do not need to shout so loudly!"

Taishang, meanwhile, did not speak. He looked at his two younger brothers and stroked his beard with a faint smile.

Tongtian looked toward Buzhou Mountain and said thoughtfully, "Should we immediately head to Buzhou Mountain to take a look?"

After speaking, he looked at his two elder brothers again with a full expression of anticipation.

"If it truly is Father God reviving, we ought to keep watch by his side."

Taishang and Yuanshi felt that Tongtian's words made a lot of sense, and both nodded.

Yet right at that moment, that ancient aura suddenly vanished without a trace.

The three of them were all stunned, but then they came to terms with it; probably even if it really were Father God reviving this time, he had only just awakened.

He was still a long way off from a true revival.

Taishang looked at his two younger brothers and pondered, "Now we are at a critical juncture in our cultivation. Why don't we wait until this period passes before we head to Buzhou Mountain to explore?"

At this, both Yuanshi and Tongtian nodded, agreeing with this statement.

The world all passed down that the Three Pure Ones were Pangu's Primordial Spirit split into three, the so-called One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones.

Now, if Pangu were truly to revive, there was no guarantee the Three Pure Ones would not return to one Qi.

Reasonably speaking, the three of them ought to be sad.

Yet what was the exact reason the three of them appeared so joyful?

In reality, just like the Ancestor Witches, this One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones was likewise a misconception.

Pangu fell, exhaling three streams of clear Qi and twelve streams of turbid Qi.

The twelve streams of turbid Qi absorbed the vital blood of the heart, transforming into the twelve Ancestor Witches.

The three streams of clear Qi carried innate creation merit, transforming into the Three Pure Ones.

Fundamentally speaking, it had not a fraction of a connection with primordial spirits or vital blood.

Strictly reckoning it, they were all Pangu's offspring. Now that their father appeared to be about to awaken, how could children grievingly sorrow?

On the other side.

Hongjun's robes were completely drenched, as if he had been fished out of water.

At this moment, he was slumped on the ground, panting heavily.

Suddenly, that aura instantly dissipated.

Everything returned to peace once more, as if nothing had ever happened.

Hongjun caught his breath, and after feeling around uneasily once more.

Only then did he let out a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in his heart finally dropped.

"It seems it was a false alarm!" Hongjun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, recovered his lofty posture, and said proudly, "I knew nothing would happen! Pangu perished long ago; this was merely his remaining aura."

Well... the matter was over, so naturally he could boast to his heart's content.

At the time, it had happened so suddenly that Hongjun had panicked a little.

After all, the oppressive feeling of that aura was too strong, and moreover, he knew Pangu's might better than anyone.

Now that the aura had dissipated, Hongjun had also snapped out of it; Pangu could not possibly still be alive.

He had personally watched Pangu exhaust his strength and crash down with a resounding boom.

The reason he dared to make such a judgment was entirely because of the primordial spirit upon which living beings relied for survival.

Now Pangu's primordial spirit had long since split into three, transforming into the Three Pure Ones.

Then as long as he kept these three under control, even if Pangu really had left a backup plan and could revive.

Yet without a primordial spirit, no matter how heaven-defying his abilities were, he absolutely could not pose a threat to himself.

Hongjun, like all other living beings in the Primordial Era, believed the Three Pure Ones were Pangu's primordial spirit.

He had seen these three people; that aura, that posture—not to say they completely resembled Pangu, perhaps?

Indeed, the three of them each possessed a portion of Pangu's characteristics.

Because of this, Hongjun firmly believed in the matter of the Three Pure Ones being Pangu's primordial spirit split into three.

Actually, he only had himself to blame; back then, he had stood in the same camp as Pangu.

You must know that Hongjun's true form was a Chaos Earthworm, nothing more than an earthworm.

Choosing to rely on the strong could be understood; leaning and depending was fine, but could he at least have been consistent to the end?

When Pangu cleaved open the heavens, even if he had truly mustered ten percent of his strength to help, Pangu would not have exhausted himself to death.

Yet the disgraceful part of this fellow Hongjun did not stop there. Seeing Pangu crash down heavily.

Instead of helping, this earthworm spirit gathered up all of Pangu's magic treasures in one fell swoop and immediately fled in panic, terrified that Pangu's collapse would affect him.

Even so, Hongjun still acted righteous and confident.

Pangu was about to die, and he, Hongjun, was Pangu's closest brother; naturally, these magic treasures were for good brother him to keep safe.

What would happen if they weren't collected beforehand and got damaged?