Primordial World: Starting with a Single Yuan to Instantly Kill Pangu's Talent

"I feel that even the Chaos Bell cannot surpass the divine artifact in his hands!"

"With such an unparalleled treasure in his grasp!"

"I fear that even if the two of us lead the entire Demon Army against him in the future, we may not be able to slay him!"

Di Jun's face darkened as he spoke with reluctance: "This battle has cost our Demon Race far too heavily!"

"And Xiao Ran, having escaped death by a hair's breadth, has suddenly surged in power!"

"For now, the best course is to watch and wait—do not act rashly!"

Donghuang Taiyi's expression was grave as he replied: "Very well! I will follow my elder brother's lead in all things!"

Pangu Temple.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood poised in the Void, their auras surging with power.

Just moments ago, the Divine Axe had appeared, and tens of millions of Demon Army soldiers had fallen.

They had actually sensed the presence of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe!

That Heaven-Opening Divine Axe was the most heaven-defying artifact in the hands of their father god, Pangu!

It was also the sacred relic in the eyes of their Witch Race!

But after sensing across the Primordial World for a time, they found that the aura of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe had vanished without a trace.

When they turned their gaze to the Xiao Ran Tribe, all of them had bloodshot eyes and expressions of raging fury!

A great calamity had occurred!

Tens of millions of Witches had battled the Demon Race's billion-strong army for days.

After fighting to the bitter end, only hundreds of thousands of Clansmen remained on the battlefield!

The entire battlefield was shrouded in blood mist, with killing intent running rampant.

They could no longer even sense the life auras of Xiao Ran, Kuafu, and Hou Yi!

"Elder brothers and sisters!"

"Regardless of whether Xiao Ran and the others live or die in this battle!"

"I, Houtu, must go and search for them!"

With that, Houtu's figure flickered and transformed into a streak of rosy light, heading toward the battlefield.

Xiao Ran Tribe.

The moment Houtu appeared, she sensed an extremely familiar aura.

Following that familiar presence, she raised her gaze and looked.

She saw Xiao Ran, drenched in blood and covered in wounds, falling from the Void like a withered yellow autumn leaf drifting down.

His large hand still gripped an ancient, mysterious axe tightly.

Houtu's pretty face turned pale as she moved her jade-like hand to catch Xiao Ran.

After a brief check, she found that Xiao Ran's life aura was rapidly fading!

If she delayed even a moment longer, Xiao Ran would be in danger of perishing!

Without time to think further, Houtu directly pried open Xiao Ran's mouth.

She frantically began to transfer her Ancestral Witch essence into him.

Time trickled by, drop by drop.

Houtu's tens of millions of years of cultivation and power had long been drained.

At this moment, only one thought filled her mind:

She would revive Xiao Ran at any cost!

No one knew how long had passed.

Xiao Ran's face finally regained a hint of color.

He awoke.

Joy spread across Houtu's face, and she finally stopped channeling her Ancestral Witch essence into Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran shouted loudly: "Lady Houtu! Hurry and save Kuafu and Hou Yi!"

After speaking, Xiao Ran's vision went dark, his consciousness sank, and he fell back into a dazed slumber.

Time flows like water, years passing like a shuttle.

The earth-shattering, brutal battle between the Xiao Ran Tribe and the Demon Army of billions seemed to have become a thing of the distant past.

On this day, in a great hall within the Pangu Temple.

A young man with a towering figure, handsome as jade, sat cross-legged on the ground.

His face, chiseled like a knife and axe, was resolute and heroic, yet carried an unshakable grimness.

His cold, dark gaze fixed on the place where the battle had once raged, he remained silent.

Outside the great hall, Houtu had been pacing anxiously for several days.

Her brows were furrowed with worry as she gazed toward the direction of the hall.

"Tap, tap!"

Several hurried, rapid footsteps suddenly rang out.

Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches arrived beside Houtu with solemn expressions.

Today, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were rarely all gathered together.

Yet it was not because of any major event within the Witch Race.

The reason they had come was solely Xiao Ran!

The battle between the Xiao Ran Tribe and the Demon Army of billions.

Though the Witch Race had ultimately won, with Jiu Ying Demon Saint and the billions of Demon Army soldiers all slain without a single one escaping!

But the intensity of this battle was unprecedented!

Though its brutality fell slightly short of the cataclysmic Dragon-Han Calamity, the great war among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Three Clans.

It was still the bloodiest, most massive conflict in the Primordial World in several epochs!

Xiao Ran, Kuafu, and Hou Yi had barely managed to keep their lives!

But tens of millions of Witch Race beings had been nearly wiped out.

Only a few hundred thousand Witch Race beings had survived by sheer luck.

A hundred years ago, Houtu had rescued the unconscious Xiao Ran from the battlefield and brought him back to the Pangu Temple.

A few days ago, Xiao Ran had awakened.

But he refused to leave the great hall to meet with the Ancestral Witches.

Even after Houtu had come several times in succession, Xiao Ran still shut the door on her.

Though the Twelve Ancestral Witches were rough men not given to deep thought.

They knew that Xiao Ran was suffering inside, his hatred unquenchable!

Millions of newborn Witch Race children, millions of Xiao Ran Tribe clansmen, along with the tens of millions of troops from the Kuafu and Hou Yi Tribes.

All had been nearly annihilated in that cataclysmic war!

Putting themselves in his shoes!

If the clansmen of one of their Ancestral Witch tribes had fought against the Demon Race and all perished.

They feared their own state would be even worse than Xiao Ran's!

After this battle, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' view and esteem of Xiao Ran had reached an unparalleled level!

In such a desperate, almost certain-death situation.

Xiao Ran had still, with his own strength, fiercely, domineeringly, and against all odds, turned the entire tide of battle!

He had no fear, no cowardice!

All he had was the most passionate and defiant battle spirit of the Witch Race!

If not for Xiao Ran turning the tide...