Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

Chapter 1 Traversing the Primordial World, the Legacy of Pangu

Pan Xuan had just recovered from the dizziness when everything before his eyes became a blurry, chaotic mess.

He tried desperately to open his eyes, but felt as if he were enveloped in a thick, warm current, and his limbs were completely out of his control.

Before he could even think about where he was or what was happening, he sensed twelve terrifying auras, as deep and as dark as a prison, surrounding him.

Those were twelve colossal figures, towering and imposing.

No, just as Pan Xuan's consciousness had this thought, he suddenly felt an indescribable torrent of information crash into his soul.

The feeling was as if the entire chaos had exploded in his mind, and the first great roar of the creation of heaven and earth echoed deep within his soul.

Passing on memories.

To create a new world.

Pangu.

Countless images flashed by like a carousel: chaos like a chicken egg, a giant holding a giant axe, splitting the sky in two with one stroke, separating the clear from the turbid;

The giant stood tall and upright, the sky grew one zhang higher each day, the earth grew one zhang thicker each day, and the giant grew one zhang taller each day.

The giant fell, his breath became wind and clouds, his voice became thunder, his left eye became the sun, his right eye became the moon, his limbs and body became the four cardinal directions and the five sacred mountains, and his blood became rivers.

Veins and tendons are like geography, muscles are like fields, hair and beard are like stars, skin and fur are like grass and trees, teeth and bones are like metals and stones, essence is like pearls and jade, and sweat is like rain...

Finally, the image freezes on a wisp of primordial yellow energy.

That was when the Father God Pangu fell, and a surge of righteous energy burst forth from his chest.

Intertwined with the mysterious merit of creation, it also stirred the first wisp of primordial energy at the beginning of the world.

The three elements merged and, over countless ages, gave birth to a living being.

Nine-clawed golden dragon.

It was him.

Pan Xuan's consciousness was completely awake at this moment.

He got it.

He transmigrated, transmigrated to this prehistoric world.

They transmigrated into the body of a nine-clawed golden dragon formed from the righteous energy of Pangu, the merits of creation, and the mysterious energy of heaven and earth.

At this moment, he was being watched by twelve terrifying beings.

Pan Xuan endured the throbbing pain in his soul caused by the inherited memories, and cautiously sensed the outside world through the layer of Xuanhuang Qi.

This realization nearly scared him out of his wits.

Surrounding him were the legendary Twelve Ancestral Witches, twelve terrifying beings formed from the essence and blood of Pangu!

To the due east, a god-demon, shaped like a yellow sac and red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, was a chaotic, faceless being, yet it emitted terrifying fluctuations that distorted space itself. This was Dijiang, the ancestral witch of spatial speed.

Beside Dijiang stood a god-demon with a human face and a snake's body, its entire body crimson and its length a thousand miles. Between the closing of its eyes, the power of the cycle of time seemed to surge. This was Zhujiuyin, the Ancestral Witch of Time.

Due south, there is a god-demon with a beast's head and a human body, covered in red scales, with fire snakes piercing his ears and fire dragons under his feet, surrounded by raging flames. This is Zhu Rong, the ancestral witch of fire.

Opposite Zhurong stood a god-demon with a python's head and a human body, covered in black scales, riding a black dragon, with a green python wrapped around his hands, and surrounded by water vapor. This was Gonggong, the ancestral witch of water.

In the southwest direction, a god-demon appears as a ferocious behemoth, its body covered in bone spikes, emanating a chilling aura that seems capable of freezing everything. This is Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Rain.

There is also Jumang, who is as green as bamboo, with a bird's body and a human face, riding two dragons, and full of vitality; and Rushou, who has a human face and a tiger's body, covered with golden scales, with wings growing from his shoulder blades, a snake through his left ear, riding two dragons, and shining with golden light.

Qiangliang, with a snake in his mouth and a snake in his hand, has a tiger's head and a human body, four hooves and feet, and is surrounded by thunder and lightning; Xizi, with a human face and a bird's body, green snakes hanging from his ears and red snakes in his hands, and is surrounded by electric snakes; Shebishi, with a human face and a beast's body, with a snake in his mouth and a snake in his hand, has a tiger's head and a human body, four hooves and feet, and is surrounded by poisonous mist; Tianwu, with eight human faces, a tiger's body and ten tails, and is surrounded by howling winds.

And Houtu, with a human face and a snake body, has seven hands on her back and two hands holding a serpent on her chest. Although she is as terrifying as the other ancestral witches, she is the only ancestral witch with a gentle and compassionate aura.

The twelve ancestral witches all revealed their true forms to the world!

Pan Xuan gasped inwardly. These were the Twelve Ancestral Witches, formed from the essence and blood of Pangu in the ancient legends, and the rulers of the Witch Clan!

At this moment, he was lying in the Pangu Palace, surrounded by these twelve terrifying beings.

Memories continued to surface, and he was discovered by Houtu, the ancestral witch.

When Houtu, the ancestral witch, climbed Mount Buzhou, she sensed an aura that shared the same origin as hers and followed its trail.

They found him in a secluded place where the primordial energy of heaven and earth converged, and brought him back to the Pangu Palace.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Pan Xuan's heart. Houtu, the compassionate and benevolent ancestral witch, was the first person he would have to face after waking up.

"Brothers, have you noticed anything?"

A gentle female voice rang out, tinged with concern and doubt. The voice actually came from the mouth of that terrifying demon with a human face, a snake's body, and seven arms growing from its back.

Pan Xuan's heart stirred; it turned out that even in her true form, the Ancestral Witch Houtu's voice was so gentle.

"Strange," Dijiang said, his voice seemingly coming from the endless void. His faceless, chaotic head, though lacking a mouth and nose, still resonated with sound.

This thing is clearly of the same origin as us, all born of the Father God, but its aura... is too pure, unlike anything formed from essence and blood.

"Brother Dijiang is right." Zhurong's enormous head, with its beast-headed and human-bodied form, nodded, flames billowing from its mouth.

"We are formed from the essence and blood of the Father God, and are born with the Father God's fighting spirit and killing aura."

But this little thing… its aura was peaceful and righteous, even faintly carrying a hint of the Father God's compassionate teachings upon all things.

"Zhurong, what do you know!" Gonggong, the python, flicked its head, its black scales shimmering.

"What mercy can your fire possibly produce? In my opinion, this little thing might be a manifestation of some unknown source of the Father God."

"Gonggong! Do you want to fight?" Zhurong was furious upon hearing this, and flames suddenly erupted around him, with fire dragons and fire snakes dancing wildly around him.

"alright."

Dijiang spoke calmly, causing a slight tremor in the spatial power. His six legs paused gently, and Zhurong and Gonggong immediately fell silent.

Clearly, Dijiang held extremely high prestige among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Zhu Jiuyin, can you see anything?" Dijiang turned to the Ancestral Witch with a human face and snake body, whose time flow was distorted.

Zhu Jiuyin opened his eyes, which seemed to hold the weight of time, and gazed at Pan Xuan for a long time before slowly speaking:

"This thing... is different from us. It possesses the power of time, yet transcends time itself. I can only see a chaotic void, and cannot discern its origin."

"Even you can't see through it?" Shebi Shi exclaimed in surprise, his tiger-headed, human-bodied form revealing a snake hissing in its mouth.

The ferocious beast Xuanming, its body covered in bone spurs, also spoke coldly, its voice as icy as the depths of hell:

"The chill emanating from it is different from my own."

My coldness is the coldness of slaughter and destruction; yet its aura... is as warm and gentle as jade, without a trace of murderous intent.

The twelve ancestral witches discussed among themselves, studying the nine-clawed golden dragon in the center.

Pan Xuan huddled nervously within the envelope of the Xuanhuang Qi, remaining motionless.

He dared not move. He still did not know what attitude these ancestral witches had towards him.

If they discover that he has gained sentience, will they treat him as some kind of monster and refine him?

You must understand, this is the primordial world! A primordial world where sages scheme, great powers contend, and the strong prey on the weak!

Although he came from an extraordinary background, he had not yet fully transformed into human form and his strength was pitifully weak. Any ancestral witch could destroy him with a single breath.

"Brothers," Houtu's voice rang out again, "I have something to say."