Jiang Di was an ordinary antique collector whose favorite pastime was hunting for hidden treasures at antique markets.
That evening, he spent two hundred yuan at an inconspicuous, silent stall on the street corner to acquire a dusty little jade disc.
The jade disc was only the size of a palm, neither metal nor wood, and its surface was covered with a layer of patina resembling mud, yet Jiang Di always felt it exuded an indescribable, archaic charm.
Upon returning to his rented apartment, Jiang Di impatiently fetched a basin of clear water, preparing to clean this treasure. But just as he stood up to grab a towel, his foot accidentally slipped on a puddle of water, and he plunged forward heavily.
"Bang!"
Jiang Di's head struck the sharp glass corner of the coffee table heavily, a wave of intense pain surged through him, and blood instantly gushed out from his forehead.
He clutched his head in agony, and the blood leaking between his fingers happened to drip onto the little jade disc that had fallen aside.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
The moment it came into contact with the blood, the originally dull jade disc swallowed the blood clean as if it were a sponge absorbing water, and immediately afterward, a dazzling purple-gold divine radiance burst forth from the surface of the jade disc.
I do not know how much time had passed when Jiang Di abruptly opened his eyes.
There was no rented apartment, no coffee table, and the sharp pain on his forehead had vanished without a trace.
Replaced by it was an expanse of boundlessness and desolation that was difficult to describe in words.
He found himself inside an ancient, gigantic hall that was grand beyond imagination.
The dome of the Main Hall seemed to reach as high as the heavens, and thick stone pillars were carved with ancient totems.
Surrounding him were rolling, intensely concentrated grayish-black energy currents.
These energy currents were violent and heavy, carrying baleful energy and turbid qi sufficient to tear the soul apart, but standing amidst them, Jiang Di not only felt no discomfort, but instead felt every single pore on his body stretching out, as if a fish had returned to the water.
Where is this? Jiang Di was terrified in his heart.
He looked around, his gaze piercing through the dense turbid qi, and his pupils suddenly constricted.
Right around him, eleven huge blood cocoons were impressively erected!
Each blood cocoon was a full several hundred zhang high, their surfaces interwoven with intricate and obscure divine markings, emitting a terrifying coercion that made one's heart palpitate.
These blood cocoons were throbbing with a thump, thump rhythm like the hearts of primeval giant beasts.
With every throbbing beat, the endless turbid qi and Earthly Killing Intent within the Main Hall poured frantically back into the blood cocoons.
What made Jiang Di feel even more inconceivable was that, looking at these eleven blood cocoons, a supreme sense of intimacy of sharing blood ties and living and dying together unexpectedly welled up from the depths of his soul.
Just as he was filled with shock and doubt, a roar resembling the great bell of the Dao abruptly exploded in his mind.
Boom!
A stream of information that was vast, ancient, and complicated to the extreme poured forcibly into his consciousness like a bursting flood.
Pangu split the heavens... his body transformed into all things... his navel transformed into the Blood Sea, his heart transformed into Pangu Hall...
Twelve innate essence bloods, combined with the World-Opening Turbid Qi, nurture the Twelve Ancestral Witches...
Jiang Di stood dazedly in place, and it took him a full half-day to sort through the massive inherited memories in his mind.
When he opened his eyes once more, the bewilderment in them had completely faded, replaced by extreme shock and incredulity.
He had transmigrated.
He had transmigrated to the very beginning of the creation of heaven and earth, that Primordial World where mighty figures walked everywhere and Golden Immortals were as worthless as dogs!
And his identity was precisely the first drop of essence blood nurtured within Pangu's Heart, the oldest brother of those eleven blood cocoons--the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Ancestor Witch of Space and Speed, Dijiang!
I actually became Dijiang...
Jiang Di—no, Dijiang as he was now—took a deep breath, and his gaze slowly swept over the eleven younger brothers and sisters around him who were still gestating.
Since I have come to the Primordial World and become the leader of the Ancestor Witches, the tragic end of the Witch Clan later falling and fading from the stage of the Primordial World must never be allowed to happen again!
Dijiang gathered his wits, only to discover that he had not truly taken human form at this moment.
His true form remained a vastly huge mass of Pangu Essence Blood containing terrifying vitality, wrapped within the most gigantic purple-red blood cocoon at the very center.
He tried to perceive his surroundings. Inside Pangu Hall, the endless Earthly Killing Intent and World-Opening Turbid Qi rolled incessantly like an abyss or an ocean.
As a transmigrator well-versed in Primordial World novels, Dijiang knew all too well the hazards of these grayish-black energy currents.
Although baleful energy and turbid qi could immensely temper the physical body, granting the Witch Clan the physique to shatter the heavens and earth and tear great demons apart with their bare hands, they were nonetheless like a deadly poison that would completely pollute and erode the origin of the soul!
The Witch Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit and ignores the heavenly Mandate, ultimately reducing themselves to mere ashes in the Epochal Tribulation...
Dijiang felt bitter in his heart.
Yet he knew deeply that residing in the perilous Primordial World, weakness was the original sin, and without cultivation, he wouldn't even be able to protect himself.
Forget it, I will survive first and figure out the rest later!
Dijiang gritted his teeth, enduring his revulsion toward the turbid qi, and began actively inhaling and exhaling the ambient energy of the Main Hall in accordance with the innate inherited cultivation technique in his mind.
Boom!
The violent turbid qi and baleful energy surged in along with the blood cocoon, resembling countless rusted steel blades that, while tearing his physical body apart, pressed straight toward the soul origin that had yet to fully form and remained exceptionally fragile.
Just at this critical juncture, a sudden change occurred!
A brilliant purple-gold divine light suddenly lit up deep within his consciousness.
Dijiang saw it clearly; it turned out to be that little jade disc he had picked up in the antique street!
Not only had it followed him across through time and space, but it was now quietly floating above the origin of his soul.
As the killing intent approached, the little jade disc slowly rotated, hanging down wisps of creation light.
An unbelievable scene occurred. Those violent, filthy baleful energies and world-opening turbid qi, the moment they touched this layer of purple-gold light, were like snow meeting a blazing sun, instantly stripped of all violence and impurities.
Immediately following, an extremely pure, water-warm Xiantian spiritual qi was fed back out from the jade disc, nourishing his vital blood and soul like sweet dew.
Dijiang slammed his eyes wide open, and towering waves stirred deep within his soul.
This jade disc... can actually convert the world-opening turbid qi and earthly killing intent into the purest Xiantian spiritual qi?!
After a brief shock, an uncontainable wild joy surged into his heart.
Dijiang's thoughts instantly became active, and a thought so bold it reached the extreme grew wildly in his mind.
The reason the Witch Clan has no primordial spirit is precisely because they were contaminated too deeply by turbid qi during the gestation period. If... if I use this pure spiritual qi to cultivate right now, not only will the physical body be able to continue growing stronger, but the origin of the soul will not suffer any pollution either!
His perception rapidly spread outward, looking toward the surrounding eleven blood cocoons that were instinctively and defenselessly absorbing turbid qi.
Not just me. As long as all the turbid qi within this Pangu Hall is purified before transformation, the contamination my eleven younger brothers and younger sisters suffer will not be deep.
In the future, we Twelve Ancestral Witches all have the chance to give birth to a primordial spirit!
They Ancestral Witches were born mastering a Great Dao, but they had no primordial spirit and could only use it crudely. Yet if this time they were further supplemented by a primordial spirit for comprehension, what kind of terrifying existence would that be?
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