Chapter 1: The Thirteenth Ancestral Witch of the Wu Clan

Since Pangu opened the heavens and the Primordial World was created, the living beings have been locked in endless slaughter. The Primordial land successively experienced the Era of Fierce Beasts, followed by the Great Calamity of the Dragon and Han, where the three clans fought incessantly. Manipulated by the Demon ancestor Luo Hou, the three clans suffered heavy casualties and eventually retreated into seclusion. Hongjun, leading a group of fellow Daoists, forcefully slew Luo Hou, thereby stabilizing the situation of the Primordial World.

From then on, the heavens and earth were at peace, and a brilliant, magnificent era slowly unveiled its curtain.

After slaying Luo Hou, Hongjun ascended to the Saint position with the momentum of the heavens and earth, becoming the first Saint of the Primordial World, known as the Dao Ancestor.

Later, he opened the Zixiao Palace in Chaos to lecture on the Dao of becoming a Saint. Innate divine beings from all paths flocked there, all for the sake of contending for that sliver of opportunity to become a Saint.

Now, Hongjun's first lecture has just concluded, and the three thousand Zixiao guests are returning to the Primordial World.

In an instant, the Primordial heavens were filled with auspicious clouds and colorful mists, and tyrannical auras permeated the world, causing all living beings to kneel and worship.

Unlike the bustle of the outside world.

At this moment, beneath Mount Buzhou, in the Pangu Hall, this was the birthplace of the Primordial Wu Clan.

Deep within the Pangu Hall, a group of Ancestral Witches, who had been born countless ages ago, were staring unblinkingly at a blood sphere in front of the statue of Father God Pangu.

Below the blood sphere was a massive blood pool; this pool was the very place where the Ancestral Witches were born. At this very moment, the blood energy in the pool was continuously being injected into that blood sphere.

And after receiving this blood energy, the blood sphere began to squirm. Soon, a human form slowly took shape, which meant the birth of yet another Ancestral Witch.

"Hahaha, Big Brother, we have another brother. I've finally become an older brother too!" the Ancestral Witch of Poison, Shebishi, said with a laugh, his face full of excitement.

"Is that really the only reason you're so excited? Little Twelve," the Ancestral Witch of Fire, Zhurong, asked.

"Pah, am I that shallow? I'm happy because our Ancestral Witches have gained another combat force."

"Pah!" Shebishi's statement drew eye-rolls from everyone. He was indeed this excited simply because he could be an older brother.

In truth, everyone was very excited. This was not just about having an extra brother; it was about adding a layer of combat strength and foundation to the Wu Clan.

One must know that as Ancestral Witches conceived from Pangu's heart blood, they were born with the ability to control a law, and their strength was peerless. Every Ancestral Witch was a tremendous help to the growth of the Wu Clan.

Just as the twelve Ancestral Witches were conversing, the consciousness of the formed figure had already awakened.

"Am I... transmigrated?"

"And I transmigrated to become the thirteenth Ancestral Witch?"

"No, it seems I'm not just a simple thirteenth Ancestral Witch!"

This was the problem Pan Huang discovered after receiving the inherited memories. He was not an Ancestral Witch purely conceived from Pangu's heart blood; he actually had a physical form. This form was not an Ancestral Witch body, but a fragment—a fragment of the Pangu Axe.

Pan Huang was originally an ordinary youth from the 21st century. After waking up, he had transmigrated to the Primordial World before the Chaos had separated, becoming the axe spirit of the Pangu Axe.

That's right, through the information in the inherited memories, he, Pan Huang, had indeed transmigrated to the period before Chaos separated. But at that time, Pangu was about to open the heavens, so he was temporarily sealed by Pangu to reduce uncertain factors during the creation.

After the heavens were opened, the Pangu Axe shattered. Pangu preserved the fragment containing Pan Huang's soul and nurtured it with his heart blood. He had always fantasized about reforging the Pangu Axe once the Primordial World stabilized, but in the end, this wish was never realized.

After Pangu transformed into all things, the Pangu Hall collected this fragment and it fell beneath Mount Buzhou. After billions of years of nourishment, Pan Huang finally recovered and even used the power of the blood pool to take human form.

"I never expected that something like transmigration could happen to me. Since I've come, then the glory of the Wu Clan in this life shall be reshaped by me," Pan Huang said to himself.

After speaking, he began to call out for his golden finger.

"System, System!"

"Golden finger, golden finger!"

"Old Grandpa, Old Grandpa!"

After calling out several times, there was no response in his mind. This made Pan Huang, who had been full of confidence, panic immediately. Wasn't it said that these were essential for transmigrators?

"Wait, could my system have been 'offed' by the Great God Pangu?" Pan Huang suddenly thought of a possibility.

The time he transmigrated was not now, but when Chaos was undivided; the possibility of the system being 'offed' by Pangu was very high.

"Forget it. Without a system, relying on the memories of my past life, I can still make the Wu Clan the true protagonists of heaven and earth. Of course, I still have to help the human race; after all, I was human in my past life." Thinking that the system might already be gone, Pan Huang stopped dwelling on it.

For him now, the memories of his past life were the true golden finger.

"Eh! What is this? The laws I control?" Suddenly, Pan Huang discovered two glowing lines in his mind. When his consciousness touched these two lines, two massive streams of information instantly surged into his true spirit.

When these two streams of information surged into Pan Huang's true spirit, the blood-colored figure outside began to tremble violently, and the blood color covering the figure gradually faded.

Seeing this, the twelve Ancestral Witches became even more nervous, for this was the sign of an Ancestral Witch being born.

It is unknown how much time passed before Pan Huang finally digested those two streams of information, but the expression on his face was very strange.

"Law of Artifacts, Law of Souls—what the hell is this? I am an Ancestral Witch, an Ancestral Witch! I have no primordial spirit; what use do I have for this Law of Artifacts? What use do I have for this Law of Souls?" Pan Huang had already begun to complain in his heart.

"No!" Suddenly, Pan Huang realized something was wrong. He seemed to have overlooked something. Afterward, he re-examined these two laws. When he saw a certain point, a smile appeared on Pan Huang's face.

"This is the correct way to open the Law of Artifacts and the Law of Souls for the Wu Clan!"

Just as he was thinking this, Pan Huang's whole body shook, and a vast aura surged out from him.

"Is he about to be born?"

At the same time, outside.

The blood color wrapped around Pan Huang finally disappeared completely. A man wearing a black robe, with long hair reaching his waist, a handsome face, and a well-proportioned figure appeared before the twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Is this... the Thirteenth Brother?" Shebishi asked, somewhat uncertainly.

Because Pan Huang's figure was somewhat different from the other Ancestral Witches; in the eyes of the other Ancestral Witches, Pan Huang's figure was truly a bit too thin.

When they were born, which one of them wasn't a burly man with knotted muscles? Looking at Pan Huang, in their eyes, this was clearly malnutrition!

"I actually think the Thirteenth Brother looks quite good; it's very pleasing to the eye," the Ancestral Witch Houtu said with a smile.

And at this moment, Pan Huang also slowly opened his eyes.

"My name is... Pan Huang!"

The voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of the twelve Ancestral Witches. At the same time, an aura appeared in the Pangu Hall and blessed Pan Huang. This was the fortune belonging to the Wu Clan; as the thirteenth Ancestral Witch, he was entitled to the blessing of the Wu Clan's fortune.

It was not just the Wu Clan's fortune; when Pan Huang shouted his name, a strange fluctuation appeared throughout the entire Primordial World. Some great powers sensed it instantly, but when they went to investigate, they found nothing.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 2 =====