I, Di Jiang!

Pangu Hall.

Boundless baleful energy and blood energy permeated the air incessantly.

The central Blood Pool bubbled and gurgled.

Twelve blood spheres within were absorbing the power from the pool.

Just then, from deep within one of the spheres emitting a soft, crimson glow, a voice filled with bewilderment rang out.

Where am I?

Di Jiang's voice was full of confusion.

Immediately, a massive influx of memories flooded his mind.

Then, Di Jiang's voice continued.

I am Di Jiang!

I have transmigrated into the Primordial World and become Di Jiang, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In his past life, Di Jiang was just an ordinary wage earner.

However, he loved reading novels the most and was even an online writer.

Among them, he liked Primordial World novels best.

Soon enough.

Di Jiang accepted his identity.

From now on, I am Di Jiang!

Di Jiang said to himself.

He began to ponder.

They had not yet been born.

The current timeline should be after the Dao-Demon War and before the Witch-Demon Calamity.

The arrival of the Witch-Demon Calamity led to a truly miserable ending for the Witch Clan!

As the leader of the Ancestral Witches, I must change this fate.

Di Jiang thought to himself.

But wanting to change such a fate?

How difficult it would be!

Without becoming a Saint, one is ultimately just an ant!

Deep within the blood sphere, Di Jiang sighed softly.

Oh well!

It is too early to think about all this!

I should focus on cultivating and taking human form as soon as possible.

Thinking this, Di Jiang began to actively absorb the energy from the Blood Pool.

Time in the Primordial World is not counted by years; in the blink of an eye, one hundred thousand years passed.

On this day, in Pangu Hall, the life fluctuations of one of the blood spheres grew increasingly intense, and boundless baleful and blood energy surged into it in a mighty torrent.

When it reached its peak, with a loud boom, the Blood Pool suddenly erupted. An Innate Divine Saint appeared, shaped like a yellow sack, red as burning fire, with six legs and four wings, formless and faceless.

It was the true form of Di Jiang, the Ancestral Witch of Space and Speed.

Di Jiang transformed into human form, appearing as a handsome man.

His body was well-defined and powerful, like a statue forged from strength and beauty.

His face was sharp as if carved by a knife, yet he wore a gentle smile. He wore a crimson Daoist robe, his hair tied with a jade hairpin, and a green jade pendant hung at his waist.

"One hundred thousand years!"

"I have finally been born!"

Di Jiang sighed with emotion.

He checked his cultivation level and found that he had already reached the Mid-Stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

This was the nature of an Innate Divine Saint; they were Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals upon birth.

As he spoke, thoughts resonated from the other eleven blood spheres above the Blood Pool.

"Congratulations to Big Brother for taking human form!"

"Congratulations, Big Brother!"

"I want to take human form soon too!"

"..."

These were the thoughts of the other eleven Ancestral Witches.

They had already developed sentience.

But the time for them to be born had not yet arrived.

After sensing that their eldest brother Di Jiang had been born, they sent out thoughts to congratulate him one after another.

Di Jiang smiled slightly, looked toward the eleven blood orbs before him, and said:

"Cultivate well! You will naturally take form!"

"Especially you, Zhurong, your temper is too impatient. When you are born, I will have to temper you properly!"

Zhurong sent a grievance-filled message:

"Big brother, Gong Gong said the same thing! Why don't you talk about him?"

Di Jiang replied:

"Gong Gong is the same! Neither of you should cause trouble for me!"

Gong Gong said in an angry tone:

"Zhurong, if you don't speak, no one will mistake you for a mute!"

Zhurong snorted coldly: "When we are born, let's have a fight!"

Gong Gong said: "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The other Ancestral Witches began to jeer one after another.

Di Jiang shook his head.

Water and fire truly could not coexist.

Even before Zhurong and Gong Gong were born, they had already begun to bicker.

Di Jiang ignored them and began to sit cross-legged to cultivate.

However, he suddenly discovered something.

The Primordial Spirit within his sea of consciousness was being continuously eroded by baleful energy.

At this rate, he feared that it would not be long before his Primordial Spirit was completely worn away.

Is it true that we Ancestral Witches cannot possess a Primordial Spirit?

Di Jiang thought with a grim expression.

Ancestral Witches lacked a Primordial Spirit, could not comprehend the Heavenly Dao, and did not understand how to seek advantages and avoid harm; they were reckless brutes through and through, making them easy targets for others to scheme against.

This was the reason the Witch-Demon Calamity occurred.

If they possessed a Primordial Spirit and understood how to seek advantages and avoid harm, with the strength of the Witch Clan, who could easily scheme against them?

How could the Witch Clan have come so close to extinction?

No!

I must find a way to preserve the Primordial Spirit.

Even a weak Primordial Spirit would suffice.

Di Jiang desperately wanted to change the fate of the Witch Clan and pondered incessantly.

Yet he tried many methods.

That boundless baleful energy was like a corrosive substance.

It was inevitable that the Primordial Spirit would begin to wither away.

Is there really no way?

Di Jiang clenched his fists, thinking with unwillingness.

But just as he was pondering.

Suddenly.

Di Jiang sensed a strange treasure deep within his sea of consciousness.

This treasure was the size of a palm, and the patterns upon it were exceptionally profound, divided equally into six parts.

The moment Di Jiang made contact with this treasure.

Boom!

A massive amount of information flooded into his mind.

This is!

The opportunity left for us by the Father God!

Di Jiang's face was filled with great joy.

The moment he touched this treasure, the vast memories allowed him to understand.

This exotic treasure was named the Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror, the embodiment of the Earthly Dao.

Refining the Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror allowed one to merge with the Earthly Dao—yes, just as Daoist Hongjun merged with the Heavenly Dao—to grasp the authority of the Earthly Dao.

If one could master it completely, they would be equivalent to the Lord of the Earthly Dao!

It was left to the Witch Clan by Father Pangu just as he was about to perish, as if he had sensed the fate of the Witch Clan.

"Good, good, good!"

Di Jiang was overjoyed and said:

"With this Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror, we of the Witch Clan can preserve our Primordial Spirits!"

The Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror had many functions.

Among them was the ability to protect the Primordial Spirit, preventing it from being eroded by baleful energy.

This Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror was bound to his true spirit.

It required no Primordial Spirit refinement at all.

Perhaps this was Father Pangu's favor toward the Witch Clan.

Di Jiang pondered this, and as his thoughts stirred, the Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror emitted a profound power.

It began to coil toward the Primordial Spirit that was being constantly worn away.

In an instant, the Primordial Spirit was shielded by this profound power.

It resisted the boundless baleful energy and began to grow robustly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Di Jiang possessed the foundation of a top-tier innate god and demon.

His Primordial Spirit would naturally continue to grow.

Within a few breaths.

The cultivation of his Primordial Spirit had reached the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Just as Di Jiang was using the Earthly Dao Treasured Mirror to protect his own Primordial Spirit.

Jade Capital Mountain.

Here, immortal light swirled, auspicious clouds soared into the sky, auspicious beasts were everywhere, and spiritual birds took flight...

On the central meditation cushion.

An old man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged in cultivation.

Before him, the Creation Jade Disc radiated infinite Dao rhymes and laws.

This old man was naturally Daoist Hongjun!

Just at this moment.

A powerful pressure descended upon Jade Capital Mountain.

It caused the living beings within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles to prostrate themselves, their hearts filled with fear.

A cold and emotionless giant purple eye slowly appeared above Jade Capital Mountain.

It was the Eye of the Heavenly Dao!

Hongjun suddenly snapped his eyes open, three thousand laws circulating within them. He furrowed his brows as he looked into the void and asked:

"Heavenly Dao?"

"Why have you come!"