A New Situation in the Primordial World

More than ten thousand yuanhui had passed since the Primordial World's Ferocious Beast Calamity ended. The lands once trampled by Ferocious Beasts had once again taken on a thriving, flourishing appearance.

Yet beneath this surface prosperity, undercurrents were quietly beginning to stir.

After the Ferocious Beast Calamity ended, as their cultivation grew, the patriarchs of the Innate Three Clans—Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin—began to nurture ambitions of their own.

They had glimpsed the realm beyond Primordial Golden Immortals and witnessed battles between beings on the level of Hongjun and Luo Hou. How could their hearts 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; any who refused were directly exterminated.

The Qilin Clan held dominion over the central lands, commanding the Beast Clan. All four-legged beasts that walked the earth revered the qilin as supreme.

The Phoenix Clan dwelled within the southern Undying Volcano, ruling over all birds of the heavens. All feathered creatures fell under the Phoenix Clan's jurisdiction.

The three clans stood in a three-way stalemate, carving up the lands of the Primordial World among themselves.

With the fortune of the major races gathering around them, Zulong was the first to break through the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, only one step away from becoming a Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. Shi Qilin and Yuanfeng had reached the late stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm. Though slightly inferior, they were not to be underestimated.

The Dragon Clan was faintly showing signs of surpassing the other two clans.

Deep within Mount Buzhou, inside Pangu Hall.

Twelve drops of essence blood floated in the hall's blood pool. Having absorbed the spiritual qi of heaven and earth for countless yuanhui, they finally took form on this day.

Twelve figures emerged from the bloody radiance. Some had human heads and beast bodies, some beast heads and human bodies; some were wrapped head to toe in lightning, while others stood upon blazing flames.

They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches formed from Pangu's essence blood: Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Jumang, Rushou, Gonggong, Zhurong, Qiangliang, Shebishi, Tianwu, Yanzi, Xuanming, and Houtu.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, felt the power surging within their bodies, and released 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, breathing in and out the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. Three figures condensed into form from the pure 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 proclamations rang throughout Mount Buzhou as the Three Pure Ones officially entered the world.

Tongtian stretched his limbs and looked eagerly at his two elder brothers. "Big Brother, Second Brother, now that we have all taken form, should we go out and roam the world?"

Laozi shook his head, his expression calm. "No. We are merely Primordial Unity Golden Immortals now. The Innate Three Clans are battling fiercely outside. If we leave rashly, we may encounter misfortune."

Yuanshi also agreed. "Third Brother, Big Brother is right. We should seize the time to cultivate and attain the Great Luo realm as soon as possible. Only then will we have the strength to protect ourselves."

Though disappointed, Tongtian still nodded. "All right. I'll listen to Big Brother and Second Brother."

At the southern foot of Mount Buzhou, within a secluded valley.

Two figures took form almost simultaneously.

Both had human bodies and serpent tails. The man was handsome and refined, while the woman was breathtakingly beautiful and untainted by the mortal world. They were Fuxi and Nuwa.

Nuwa curiously surveyed the surrounding mountains, waters, grass, and trees, her eyes brimming with novelty and delight. Fuxi, however, stood to the side, his gaze somewhat lost.

He lowered his head to look at his long serpent tail, then raised his hand and studied his slender fingers. He remained silent for a long time.

I transmigrated?

And I transmigrated into Fuxi of the Primordial World?

His mind was a mess. Memories from his previous life surged in like a tide. He had merely been exhausted from working overtime and fallen asleep on his desk for a while. When he woke up, he had become what he was now.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself.

"Big Brother? What's wrong?"

A crisp voice sounded by his ear.

Fuxi raised his head and saw Nuwa's concerned face.

He was slightly stunned. Her features were so exquisite they were nearly perfect, possessing both a woman's gentleness and an innate sacred aura.

Fuxi hastily suppressed the shock in his heart, gave a light cough, and covered it up. "Nothing. I was just thinking about something and got a little distracted."

Nuwa did not suspect anything and soon 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 suited to us!"

Fuxi immediately 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 fighting for supremacy. War was everywhere throughout the Primordial World. With their meager Golden Immortal cultivation, if they went out, they probably would not even know how they died.

He quickly shook his head. "Little Sister, the outside world is dangerous and unpredictable right now. The Innate Three Clans are fighting each other, and with our level of cultivation, going out would most likely mean certain death. We should focus on cultivating first. Once our cultivation rises, we can consider leaving."

Nuwa was somewhat disappointed, but she obediently nodded nonetheless. "All right, then."

Seeing how obedient she looked, Fuxi silently made up his mind.

I had no family in my previous life. I lived alone for decades. Since Heaven has given me a 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 instant he was born, Fate Demon God, who was healing his wounds within Hundun, suddenly opened his eyes. A meaningful smile rose at the corners of his mouth.

Upon the Sun Star, two enormous fireballs floated within the stellar core. Having absorbed the sun's essence for tens of thousands of yuanhui, they finally exploded simultaneously on this day.

Two figures emerged from the blazing flames, one clad in gold and the other in black. True Sun Fire swirled around them, radiating scorching heat.

"I am Di Jun, the Three-Legged Golden Crow. Today, I take form!"

"I am Taiyi, the Three-Legged Golden Crow. Today, I take form!"

The two proclamations spread throughout the Primordial World, and even the Sun Star's radiance dimmed for an instant.

Di Jun glanced at Taiyi beside him, secretly musing, I never expected that I would transmigrate and even become Di Jun. Is this my younger brother, Taiyi?

A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes. Since I have arrived in the Primordial World, I must change my original fate. Screw Hongjun, screw the Heavenly Dao—I will definitely trample them beneath my feet. My brother and I must be able to live in peace.

Taiyi was likewise studying Di Jun, making his own calculations.

So this is Di Jun? I never thought I would transmigrate into Taiyi. The ruler 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, they appeared to be loving brothers.

"Little Brother, the Innate Three Clans are still fighting for supremacy outside. We are only Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, so we should focus on cultivation first," Di Jun said.

Taiyi nodded with a smile. "Big Brother is right."

Just then, a string of cold electronic sounds rang out simultaneously in both of their minds.

[Ding!!!]

Both froze for a moment, then a surge of wild joy rose in their hearts.

A system!

This was the indispensable cheat ability of a transmigrator!

Sure enough, they were the chosen sons of destiny!

Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged a smile, excitement gleaming in both their eyes. They seemed already to see the future scene of punching Hongjun and kicking the Heavenly Dao beneath their feet.

Meanwhile, within the East Sea Dragon Palace, Zhulong strode into the great hall with a grave expression.

"Big Brother, today our Dragon Clan clashed with the Phoenix Clan at the border again. Dozens of Dragon Clan warriors were slain."

Hearing this, Zulong slammed his palm against the armrest. Dragon might surged forth, and the entire hall trembled. "Those damned phoenixes! Do they really think our Dragon Clan is so easy to bully? Are they trying to start an all-out war?!"

Zhulong hurriedly advised, "Big Brother, quell your anger. The Primordial World has only just recovered from the Ferocious Beast Calamity. I think it is still not the right time to launch a great war."

"Not the right time?" Zulong snorted coldly. "I am already at the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm. How could Yuanfeng possibly be my opponent? 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 gazed outside the hall, his eyes filled with towering ambition.

"The Primordial World will surely become something in my Dragon Clan's pocket! The world of the Primordial World must ultimately have a single sovereign. With the fortune gained from unifying the Primordial World, I will definitely break through to the Primordial Zenith Heaven 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 races will launch a full-scale attack on the Phoenix Clan!"

Zhulong looked at Zulong's unquestionable expression and 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 filled with worry.

The hero who had once raised his arms before the army and led them against the Ferocious Beasts had, in the end, changed.

Zhulong sighed and turned away.