Pangu's Entrustment

It was a feeling he could neither explain nor describe.

It was as though the membrane within his soul that did not belong to this world had been cleaved apart completely by the power of that axe stroke.

From this moment onward, he was no longer an "anomaly," no longer a "transmigrator." His soul had already fused perfectly with this Primordial World.

Pangu's consciousness withdrew his gaze and looked at him calmly.

"I have erased your identity as an anomaly for you." Pangu's voice remained gentle. "From now on, you are a member of this world, no different from anyone else."

Pan Xuan bowed deeply, his voice solemn. "Thank you, Father God."

Pangu's consciousness nodded slightly, and a trace of tenderness suddenly entered his eyes.

"There is something I wish to entrust to you."

Pan Xuan raised his head and looked at Pangu.

Pangu's consciousness fell silent for a moment, as though recalling something, or perhaps pondering something.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, a trace of indescribable feeling in his voice:

"The Witch Clan... are my kin, born of my blood essence. They inherited the strength of my physical body, yet because of this, they cannot develop primordial spirits.

They are powerful, yet fragile; they are valiant, yet reckless.

They are the bloodline I left between heaven and earth, the children I care about most."

He paused, then continued, "Houtu has developed a primordial spirit. This is a good thing.

But the other Ancestral Witches still have none.

They will face many difficulties and many dangers in the future. I cannot always protect them, nor will I always be able to."

Pangu's consciousness looked at Pan Xuan, his eyes filled with trust and expectation:

"Though you are an anomaly, you were also born of my righteous vitality, my heaven-opening merit, and Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Qi. You and the Witch Clan were one to begin with.

You possess Heavenly Enlightenment Wisdom Light, the Righteous Vitality Formula, and the Merit Profound Yellow Dharma Aspect.

You have the ability to help them, and the responsibility to protect them."

Pan Xuan listened quietly, an indescribable feeling welling up in his heart.

"Look after the Witch Clan for me." Pangu's voice grew solemn, every word weighing like a thousand tons. "Look after my children for me."

Pan Xuan was silent for a moment.

He knew what this entrustment meant.

It meant he had to use all his strength to protect the Witch Clan, that he had to use his wisdom and divine abilities to help them, that he had to shoulder their fate.

He drew a deep breath and raised his head, meeting Pangu's gaze with unwavering eyes.

"Rest assured, Father God."

Pan Xuan's voice was solemn and firm, every word coming from the depths of his heart. "Though I was not born of Father God's blood essence, I sprang from Father God's righteous vitality.

The Witch Clan are my brothers and sisters. Protecting them has always been my duty.

I will not fail your trust, Father God. I will do everything in my power to protect the Witch Clan and every one of my brothers and sisters."

Pangu's consciousness looked at him, a trace of relief flashing through his eyes.

"Good."

A single word, yet it held boundless trust and expectation.

Pangu's figure began to blur, his body, which held up the heavens and stood upon the earth, gradually dissipating into the void.

He had split heaven from earth and transformed his body into all things. His lingering consciousness had waited atop Mount Buzhou for countless ages.

Only to pass on the Great Dao of Strength and the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only to place this charge in Pan Xuan's hands.

Now that his mission was complete, it was time for him to fade away.

"Go... carry my trust with you, and forge a future of your own..."

Pangu's voice grew weaker and weaker, his figure fainter and fainter, until at last he vanished completely into the void.

Pan Xuan stood in that expanse of void and bowed deeply in the direction where Pangu had vanished.

"Farewell, Father God. I will not fail your trust."

Within the void, the Chaos Light slowly dissipated.

Pan Xuan felt a gentle force envelop his body and carry him in a certain direction.

After an unknown stretch of time, he felt his feet touch solid ground.

He opened his eyes and found himself back atop Mount Buzhou.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches also emerged from the Chaos Light at the same time and stood beside him.

The Chaos Light gradually receded, finally disappearing altogether, and peace returned to the summit of Mount Buzhou.

On the bluestone at the center of the summit, the light of chaos had vanished, leaving only an ordinary stone.

The thirteen exchanged glances, each seeing shock and deep feeling in the others' eyes.

"Father God..." Di Jiang murmured, tear tracks still wet upon his resolute face.

He looked at the other Ancestral Witches and said in a deep voice, "Father God taught me the Great Dao of Strength and the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation. From now on, our Witch Clan's strength will rise to another level."

Zhu Rong wiped his face and grinned. "I received them too!

The Great Dao of Strength, the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation-what Father God left us truly is the best!"

Gong Gong nodded, for once not bickering with Zhu Rong. "We will never forget Father God's grace."

Houtu said softly, "Father God also helped raise my primordial spirit to the same level as my physical body.

From now on, my primordial spirit is completely stable."

The Ancestral Witches looked at Houtu, all delighted and surprised.

The stabilization of Houtu's primordial spirit meant she could begin breaking through to Daluo Golden Immortal and start refining the Destruction Stele.

She could truly bring out the full potential of the Witch Clan's first primordial spirit.

"Good!" Di Jiang shouted. "What happened today was an immense opportunity for our Witch Clan!

Father God passed on his teachings, and Houtu's primordial spirit reached full maturity-two blessings at our door!"

Zhu Rong laughed heartily. "Let's go back and celebrate properly! I've been stifled these past days!"

The Ancestral Witches all nodded, their faces brimming with joy.

Pan Xuan stood to one side, looking at these Ancestral Witches as warmth welled up in his heart.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands. He could feel that the trace of being an "anomaly" within his soul had been completely erased.

From now on, he was no longer a transmigrator, no longer an outsider, but a true member of this Primordial World.

The awe of that axe stroke still lingered in his mind.

The power of that stroke had already merged into his soul, becoming his most precious treasure on the path of cultivation.

As for his conversation with Pangu and his promise to him, he would spend his life putting them into practice.

Houtu walked to his side and asked softly, "Pan Xuan's younger brother, what are you thinking about?"

Pan Xuan raised his head and smiled faintly. "Father God's words."

Houtu did not press him about what Pangu had said. She merely patted his shoulder lightly and said gently:

"No matter what Father God said, we are all together."

Pan Xuan nodded. "You're right, Big Sister Houtu. We are together."

Zhu Rong walked over and slapped Pan Xuan on the shoulder, laughing heartily. "Brother Pan Xuan, let's go! Back to Pangu Hall! We have to have a good drink today!"

Pan Xuan steadied himself and said with a smile, "Brother Zhu Rong, go easy on me."

The Ancestral Witches burst into laughter.

The thirteen stood atop Mount Buzhou, gazing down over the entire land of the Primordial World.

The sun sank in the west, staining the horizon golden red.

Its light fell upon them and upon this mountain that bore Pangu's Will.

"Let's go." At Di Jiang's command, the thirteen transformed into streaks of light and flew down from Mount Buzhou's summit toward Pangu Hall.

Once back inside the hall, everyone took their seats.

Di Jiang sat in the seat of honor, excitement still lingering on his resolute face.

He looked around and said in a deep voice, "What happened today was an immense opportunity for our Witch Clan.

The Great Dao of Strength and the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation that Father God taught us will be the foundation upon which we roam unhindered through heaven and earth in the future.

But this must not spread outside. Even the Great Witches of our clan must not be told lightly."

The Ancestral Witches all nodded. The Great Dao of Strength and the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation had been personally passed down by Father God. The matter was of great importance and truly should not be leaked.