As he traveled toward the Central Continent, where he would soon quell this great calamity, Lin Tian's thoughts raced.
During the Dragon-Han Calamity, the three races had withdrawn into seclusion, and the Devil Race had vanished. Of the hundred races that had inhabited the Primordial World back then, not even one in ten thousand had survived. Now, beings from before the Dragon-Han Karmic Calamity were almost nowhere to be seen. In the wake of that calamity, the world belonged to a new generation of living beings.
All the old powers of the Primordial World had disappeared. Now, as though heaven and earth had just been opened anew, the Primordial World developed at tremendous speed. Everything flourished, brimming with vitality, and countless new races soon emerged and began to rise.
The strongest among them had to be the Witch Clan. The Twelve Ancestral Witches had created this race from their own blood, while they themselves had been born from Pan Gu's blood essence. They had possessed the strength of Golden Immortals from the moment of their birth, and now they were already edging toward the Chaos Great Encompassing Golden Immortal realm!
With twelve supreme experts presiding over them, and numerous great witches beneath them, it was no exaggeration to call the Witch Clan the strongest race in the Primordial World today. Even the surviving dragon, phoenix, and qilin races fell short-provided, of course, that Long Ao, Feng Ang, Lin Tian, and Zhulong were left out of the comparison.
The most dazzling era in the myths of the Primordial World, and the one everyone knew best, began with the end of the Dragon-Han Calamity, followed by Hongjun's dissemination of the Dao. Mighty figures emerged one after another, winds rose and clouds surged, and together they wrote a magnificent saga of myth. It