How Did a Fall Land Me in the Primordial World?

Jiang Di was an ordinary antique trinket enthusiast. His greatest hobby was scavenging for overlooked treasures on antique streets.

That evening, at an inconspicuous mute vendor's stall on a street corner, he had bought a dusty Little Jade Disc for two hundred yuan.

The jade disc was only palm-sized, neither metal nor wood. Its surface was covered in a layer of patina like caked mud, yet Jiang Di always felt that it carried an indescribably ancient and unadorned charm.

After returning to his rented room, Jiang Di eagerly filled a basin with clean water, ready to clean this treasure. But just as he stood to grab a towel, he accidentally stepped on a puddle and pitched forward.

"Bang!"

Jiang Di's head slammed heavily into the sharp glass corner of the coffee table. A burst of agonizing pain struck him, and blood instantly streamed down his forehead.

He clutched his head in pain, and the blood seeping through his fingers happened to drip onto the Little Jade Disc that had fallen nearby.

Something bizarre happened.

The originally dim jade disc devoured the blood the instant it touched it, like a sponge soaking up water. Then, an incomparably dazzling purple-gold divine radiance erupted from its surface.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Di abruptly opened his eyes.

There was no rented room, no coffee table, and the searing pain in his forehead had vanished without a trace.

In their place was a vastness and desolation beyond words.

He discovered that he was standing within an ancient colossal hall so magnificent it defied belief.

The hall's dome seemed as high as the heavens, and ancient totems were carved upon its massive stone pillars.

All around him rolled dense gray-black currents of air.

These currents were violent and heavy, carrying Killing Intent and turbid qi capable of tearing souls apart. Yet rather than feeling uncomfortable within them, Jiang Di felt every pore across his body relaxing, as though a fish had returned to water.

"Where is this?" Jiang Di was greatly alarmed.

He looked around, his gaze piercing through the dense turbid qi, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Eleven enormous blood cocoons stood right around him!

Each blood cocoon was several hundred zhang tall, its surface interwoven with intricate and obscure divine patterns, radiating a terrifying pressure that made one's heart tremble.

Like the hearts of primordial colossal beasts, these blood cocoons pulsed with "thump, thump."

With every beat, the endless turbid qi and Earthly Killing Intent within the hall madly poured into the blood cocoons.

What left Jiang Di even more incredulous was that, as he looked at the eleven blood cocoons, an overwhelming sense of blood connection and shared life and death rose from the depths of his soul.

Just as uncertainty filled him, a deafening roar like the great bell of the Dao suddenly exploded in his mind.

Boom!

A vast, ancient, and incomparably complex torrent of information forcefully flooded into his consciousness like a breached dam.

"Pangu opened the heavens... his body transformed into all things... his navel became the Sea of Blood, his heart became Pangu Hall..."

"Twelve strands of natal essence blood, combined with World-Opening Turbid Qi, gave birth to the Twelve Ancestral Witches..."

Jiang Di stood frozen in place. Only after a long while did he finally sort through the immense inherited memories in his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, all confusion had completely faded from them, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

He had transmigrated.

He had transmigrated to the Primordial World at the beginning of heaven and earth's creation—a world where great powers walked everywhere, and Golden Immortals were cheaper than dogs!

And his identity was the first strand of essence blood conceived within Pangu's heart, the elder brother of those eleven blood cocoons—the foremost of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Ancestral Witch of Space and Speed, Dijiang!

"I actually became Dijiang..."

Jiang Di—no, Dijiang now—took a deep breath and slowly swept his gaze across the eleven younger brothers and sisters still being nurtured around him.

"Since I have come to the Primordial World and become the foremost Ancestral Witch, then the Witch Clan's tragic ending of perishing and vanishing from the Primordial World's stage will never happen again!"

Dijiang steadied his mind, only then discovering that he had not truly taken form yet.

His true body was still an incomparably massive mass of Pangu Essence Blood containing terrifying vitality, wrapped within the largest purple-red blood cocoon at the very center.

He tried to sense his surroundings. Within Pangu Hall, endless Earthly Killing Intent and World-Opening Turbid Qi rolled endlessly, deep and vast as abyss and sea.

As a transmigrator well-versed in Primordial World novels, Dijiang knew all too well the dangers of these gray-black currents.

Though Killing Intent and turbid qi could greatly temper the flesh, granting the Witch Clan physiques capable of destroying heaven and earth and tearing great demons apart barehanded, they were also like deadly poison, completely contaminating and eroding the soul's origin!

"The Witch Clan does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit and does not understand the heavenly course. In the end, we can only become ashes in the great tribulation..."

Bitterness filled Dijiang's heart.

But he knew full well that in the peril-ridden Primordial World, weakness was the original sin. Without cultivation, he would not even be able to protect himself.

"So be it. Surviving comes first!"

Dijiang gritted his teeth and suppressed his rejection of the turbid qi. Following the cultivation method from his innate inheritance, he began actively drawing in and expelling the hall's energy.

Boom!

Violent turbid qi and Killing Intent surged in through the blood cocoon like countless rusty steel blades, tearing apart his flesh while driving straight toward his still-incomplete, incomparably fragile soul origin.

At that critical moment, an unforeseen change suddenly arose!

A brilliant purple-gold divine radiance suddenly lit up in the depths of his consciousness.

Dijiang saw it clearly. It was the Little Jade Disc he had bought from the antique street!

Not only had it followed him through transmigration, it was now quietly floating above his soul origin.

As the Killing Intent approached, the Little Jade Disc slowly rotated, shedding threads of light of creation.

An unbelievable scene unfolded. The violent, filthy Killing Intent and turbid qi were stripped of all violence and impurities the instant they touched the purple-gold light, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

Immediately afterward, an incomparably pure, water-gentle innate spiritual qi flowed back from the jade disc, nourishing his essence blood and soul like sweet rain.

Dijiang's eyes flew wide open, and stormy waves surged through the depths of his soul.

"This jade disc... can actually transform World-Opening Turbid Qi and Earthly Killing Intent into the purest innate spiritual qi?!"

After his brief shock, irrepressible ecstasy surged into his heart.

Dijiang's thoughts immediately became lively, and an unimaginably bold idea began growing wildly in his mind.

"The reason the Witch Clan has no Primordial Spirit is because we were too deeply tainted by turbid qi during our incubation. If... if I use this pure spiritual qi to cultivate now, then not only can my physical body continue growing stronger, my soul origin will not suffer any contamination either!"

His perception rapidly spread outward toward the eleven blood cocoons around him, which were instinctively and defenselessly absorbing turbid qi.

"Not just me. So long as I purify all the turbid qi in Pangu Hall before we take form, my eleven younger brothers and sisters will not be deeply contaminated.

"In the future, all twelve of us Ancestral Witches will have a chance to give birth to Primordial Spirits!"

The Ancestral Witches were born mastering one Great Dao each, but without Primordial Spirits, they could only wield them crudely. But if they could now comprehend them with Primordial Spirits as well, what kind of terrifying existences would they become?