Since the end of the Ferocious Beast Calamity, more than ten thousand yuanhui had passed in the Primordial World. The lands once trampled by Ferocious Beasts had once again taken on a thriving appearance.
Yet beneath this prosperity, undercurrents were quietly stirring.
After the Ferocious Beast Calamity ended, as their cultivation grew, the leaders of the Innate Three Clans—Zulong, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin—began to develop ambitions of their own.
They had glimpsed the realm beyond the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal and witnessed battles between beings like Hongjun and Luo Hou. How could they not yearn for such heights?
The Dragon Clan occupied the Four Seas and began consolidating the scaled races. All aquatic clans were brought under the Dragon Clan's rule, while those who refused were exterminated outright.
The Qilin Clan held dominion over the central lands and commanded the Beast Clan. All four-legged beasts that walked the earth revered the Qilin Clan as supreme.
The Phoenix Clan dwelled within the southern Undying Volcano and ruled over all birds of the skies. Every feathered clan fell under the Phoenix Clan's jurisdiction.
The Three Clans stood in a three-way standoff, dividing the lands of the Primordial World among themselves.
With the fortune of countless clans gathering around them, Zulong was the first to break through to the peak of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm, only one step away from becoming a Primordial Great Golden Immortal. Shi Qilin and Yuan Feng had reached the late stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm. Though slightly inferior, they were still not to be underestimated.
The Dragon Clan faintly showed signs of surpassing the other two clans.
Deep within Mount Buzhou, inside Pangu Hall.
Twelve drops of blood essence floated within the hall's blood pool. After absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for countless yuanhui, they finally took form on this day.
Twelve figures emerged from the bloodlight. Some had human heads and beast bodies, others beast heads and human bodies; some were wreathed in lightning, while others stood upon blazing flames.
They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches formed from Pangu's blood essence: Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Jumang, Rushou, Gonggong, Zhurong, Qiangliang, Shebishi, Tianwu, Yanzi, Xuanming, and Houtu.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, sensing the surging power within their bodies, and let out a long howl in unison.
Meanwhile, atop Mount Buzhou, a green lotus quietly bloomed.
Within its lotus heart, three streams of pure qi coiled around one another, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as three figures condensed from the qi.
"I am the Supreme Pure One Laozi. Today, I take form."
"I am the Jade Pure One Yuanshi. Today, I take form."
"I am the Upper Pure One Tongtian. Today, I take form."
The three declarations echoed throughout Mount Buzhou. The Three Pure Ones had officially entered the world.
Tongtian stretched his limbs and looked excitedly at his two elder brothers. "Big Brother, Second Brother, now that we have all taken form, should we go out and explore?"
Laozi shook his head, his expression calm. "No. We are only Taiyi Golden Immortals now. The Innate Three Clans are locked in fierce conflict outside. If we venture out rashly, we may meet with disaster."
Yuanshi also agreed. "Third Brother, Big Brother is right. We should focus on cultivation and attain the Great Luo realm as soon as possible. Only then will we have the strength to protect ourselves."
Though somewhat disappointed, Tongtian nodded. "All right. I'll listen to Big Brother and Second Brother."
At the southern foot of Mount Buzhou, within a quiet valley.
Two figures took form almost simultaneously.
Both had human bodies and serpent tails. The man was handsome and refined, while the woman was peerlessly beautiful and ethereal. They were Fuxi and Nuwa.
Nuwa curiously examined the surrounding mountains, rivers, flowers, and trees, her eyes full of wonder and delight. Fuxi, meanwhile, stood at the side, his gaze somewhat confused.
He looked down at his long serpent tail, then raised his hand to examine his slender fingers, remaining silent for a long time.
Did I transmigrate?
And into Fuxi of the Primordial World?
His mind was in chaos. Memories from his previous life came flooding back like a tide. He had merely been exhausted from overtime work and fallen asleep at his desk. When he woke up, he had become this.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down.
"Big Brother? What's wrong?"
A crisp voice sounded beside his ear.
Fuxi raised his head and saw Nuwa's concerned face.
He was slightly stunned. Her face was so exquisite it was nearly flawless, possessing both a woman's softness and an innate sacred aura.
Fuxi quickly suppressed his shock, coughed lightly, and covered it up. "Nothing. I was just thinking about something and got a little distracted."
Nuwa did not suspect a thing and quickly returned to her lively self.
"Big Brother, should we go out and search for treasures? I heard there are many heavenly treasures in the Primordial World. Maybe we can find some spiritual treasures suitable for us!"
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Hearing this, Fuxi hurriedly recalled the Primordial World novels he had read in his previous life.
Judging by the timeline, this should still be the era when the Innate Three Clans were vying for supremacy. War raged everywhere across the Primordial World. With their meager Golden Immortal cultivation, if they went out now, they would probably not even know how they died.
He hurriedly shook his head. "Little Sister, the outside world is dangerous and unpredictable right now. The Innate Three Clans are fighting each other. With our current cultivation, going out would likely mean certain death. We should focus on cultivating first. Once our cultivation improves, we can consider going out."
Nuwa was somewhat disappointed, but she obediently nodded. "All right, then."
Looking at her obedient appearance, Fuxi silently made a decision.
I had no family in my previous life and lived alone for decades. Since heaven has given me the chance to live again, and even given me a little sister... I will definitely protect you.
He looked toward the sky, his gaze turning resolute. Hongjun, Heavenly Dao... I will definitely stop you.
He did not notice that at the moment he was born, the Fate Demon God, who was healing his wounds within the chaos, suddenly opened his eyes. A meaningful smile rose at the corner of his lips.
On the Sun Star, two enormous fireballs floated within the stellar core. Having absorbed the essence of the sun for tens of thousands of yuanhui, they finally exploded at the same time on this day.
Two figures emerged from the flames, one in golden robes and the other in black. Sun True Fire swirled around them, radiating a scorching aura.
"I am the Three-Legged Golden Crow Di Jun. Today, I take form!"
"I am the Three-Legged Golden Crow Taiyi. Today, I take form!"
The two declarations spread throughout the Primordial World, and even the Sun Star's light dimmed for an instant.
Di Jun glanced at Taiyi beside him and silently mused, I never expected to transmigrate and become Di Jun. Is this my younger brother, Taiyi?
A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. Since I have come to the Primordial World, I must change the original fate. Screw Hongjun. Screw the Heavenly Dao. I will trample them beneath my feet, so my brother and I can live in peace.
Taiyi was also observing Di Jun, making calculations of his own.
So this is Di Jun? I never expected to transmigrate into Taiyi. The master of the Demon Court can only be me. And those two goddesses, Xihe and Changxi, must both be mine. As for Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao... I will kill them.
The two harbored their own thoughts, yet outwardly appeared to be affectionate brothers.
"Brother, the Innate Three Clans are still fighting for supremacy outside. We are only Taiyi Golden Immortals, so cultivation should be our priority," Di Jun said first.
Taiyi nodded and smiled. "Big Brother is right."
At that moment, a string of cold electronic sounds rang out in both their minds simultaneously.
[ Ding!!! ]
Both of them froze, then immediately felt a surge of wild joy.
A system!
This was the essential cheat for every transmigrator!
Sure enough, they were the chosen sons of fate!
Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged smiles, excitement gleaming in both their eyes. They seemed to have already seen the future, where they would punch Hongjun and kick the Heavenly Dao.
Meanwhile, inside the East Sea Dragon Palace, Zhulong strode into the main hall with a grave expression.
"Big Brother, our Dragon Clan clashed with the Phoenix Clan at the border again today. Dozens of Dragon Clan warriors died."
Hearing this, Zulong slammed his palm against the armrest. Dragon might surged forth, and the entire hall trembled. "Damn Phoenix Clan! Do they really think our Dragon Clan is so easy to bully? Are they trying to start a full-scale war?"
Zhulong hurriedly advised, "Big Brother, please calm down. The Primordial World has only just recovered from the Ferocious Beast Calamity. I believe it is still unwise to launch a great war at this time."
"Unwise?" Zulong snorted. "I am already at the peak of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm. How could Yuan Feng be my match? Once I deal with the Phoenix Clan, how could that coward Shi Qilin stop me?"
He rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked beyond the hall, his eyes filled with ambition.
"The Primordial World will surely become the Dragon Clan's possession! There must ultimately be one common ruler over all under heaven. With the fortune gained by unifying the Primordial World, I will surely break through to the Primordial Great Golden Immortal realm in one stroke!"
Zhulong opened his mouth, still wanting to persuade him. "Big Brother..."
"No more!" Zulong raised a hand to cut him off. "Zhulong, pass down the order. In five yuanhui, all scaled clans will launch a full-scale attack on the Phoenix Clan!"
Seeing Zulong's unquestionable expression, Zhulong ultimately swallowed the words that had reached his lips.
He slowly lowered his head. "...Yes."
Zhulong left the Dragon Palace and stood outside its gates, his eyes full of worry.
The hero who had once raised his arms before the army and led his people against the Ferocious Beasts had ultimately changed.
Zhulong sighed and turned away.
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