Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

Taiyi was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Fellow Daoists, please calm your anger." His voice softened slightly, carrying a hint of sincerity, as he said:

"I set up this formation solely to protect the Heavenly Court, not to covet the power of the Taiyin Star. The Taiyin Star will forever be the Daoist ground of you two, and I will not interfere in its affairs. As for today's events, it was due to my oversight, and I apologize for that."

He slightly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, which, though not grand, was still a sign of deference to the two women.

On the moon, there was a long silence.

The clear, cold voice rang out again, its tone slightly softened: "Since the Heavenly Emperor has spoken, my sister and I are not unreasonable people. However, the power of Taiyin is no small matter. If the Heavenly Court needs it in the future, it must inform us in advance and must not summon us without authorization again."

Tai nodded: "That's only right."

"That's good then." The voice paused, then asked, "Should the grand formation be redone?"

Taiyi shook his head: "No need for today. I will choose an auspicious day to personally visit you two fellow Daoists, discuss the arrangements, and then proceed with the formation."

There was no further response from the Moon.

Taiyi turned around and landed back in the Lingxiao Palace. His golden eyes swept over the gods, and he said calmly, "The matter of the great formation will be put aside for now. I will personally go to Taiyin Star to explain things to fellow Daoists Xihe and Changxi."

Emperor Ziwei frowned and said, "Your Majesty, will go in person? Why should Your Majesty personally handle such a trivial matter? Perhaps..."

Taiyi raised his hand to interrupt him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "It's alright, they're just two women, what are they going to do to me?"

Upon hearing this, the gods exchanged glances. This was a matter concerning the sun and moon, so they didn't need to say anything more.

Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back, gazing towards the direction of the Taiyin star, his golden eyes reflecting the clear, cold moon.

"Taiyin...it's time to go and meet her."

If the matter of Taiyin is not resolved, the Heavenly Court's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array will ultimately harbor enormous hidden dangers.

In Heaven, we can choose not to fight for anyone, but we absolutely must win over these two goddesses.

This concerns the very foundation of the Heavenly Court's grand formation, and cannot be taken lightly.

The best solution, of course, is to win these two over to the Heavenly Court.

While the Heavenly Court was making its big moves, the Ancestral Witches were not idle either.

The Pangu Palace stands in an unknown place on the primordial continent, imperceptible to anyone but the Ancestral Witches, and even saints would find it difficult to know its exact location.

This palace was not built of earth or wood, nor was it made of metal or stone; rather, it was formed from the heart of Pangu.

The palace is dark red, like solidified blood vessels, with faint, winding patterns resembling meridians on it. These are the life imprints left by Pangu, and each pattern exudes a pressure that can change the color of heaven and earth.

Inside the hall, a pool of blood churned incessantly.

The blood pool was not large, only about three zhang square, but it was the essence of Pangu's heart, the primordial pool formed from the condensation of Pangu's blood.

The blood in the pool was not the usual red, but a deep, chaotic color, occasionally tinged with golden light, which was the residual aura of Pangu's creation of the world.

Above the blood pool, the blood mist swirled, exuding an ancient and primal power that seemed capable of nurturing all things, yet also of destroying them.

The twelve ancestral witches sat around the blood pool.

Dijiang stood in the center, his wings slightly folded behind him, the laws of space flowing around him, even the blood mist above the blood pool was faintly distorted.

Zhu Jiuyin sat upright with his eyes closed. The power of time spread slowly around him like invisible ripples, sometimes causing the blood bubbles in the blood pool to burst faster, and sometimes making everything still as if in a painting.

Zhurong and Gonggong sat on either side, one representing fire and the other water. Their energies balanced each other, and they lived in peace.

The remaining Ancestral Witches each occupied their respective positions, and the twelve auras intertwined, creating a wondrous resonance with the Blood Pool.

"Let's begin."

Dijiang opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.

The twelve Ancestral Witches raised their hands in unison, forcing out a drop of their heart's blood.

Twelve drops of heart's blood, each drop containing the primordial essence of the Ancestral Witch, radiating various colors of light.

Dijiang's blood was as transparent as the void, Zhujiuyin's blood was as silvery-white as time, Zhurong's blood was as red as flames, Gonggong's blood was as deep blue as the deep sea, and Houtu's blood was as yellow as the earth... Twelve drops of blood floated in the air, slowly rotating, and finally fell into the blood pool at the same time.

boom--

The blood pool boiled.

The chaotic-colored pool water surged violently as if ignited, with waves of blood reaching the sky.

The residual power of Pangu's heart was activated by twelve drops of the Ancestral Witch's heart blood, and a vast life force burst forth from the blood pool, filling the entire Pangu Palace.

In the center of the blood pool, a huge blood bubble slowly swelled up, growing larger and brighter.

boo——

The blood bubble burst, and a figure fell out.

It was a tall man with red hair and beard, eyes like torches, and exuding the terrifying aura of a Great Immortal.

He was shirtless, his muscles bulging like a coiled dragon, and he carried a huge longbow on his back. The bow was as black as ink, and the bowstring was as crystalline as moonlight.

Hou Yi, the first great shaman, was born.

After landing, Hou Yi knelt on one knee and kowtowed deeply to the twelve ancestral witches: "Hou Yi pays his respects to the ancestral witches!"

Dijiang nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face.

The blood pool did not calm down; a second blood bubble swelled up and burst—

A giant man stumbled out, standing twelve feet tall, holding a peach wood staff, his bare feet causing the Pangu Palace to tremble slightly with every step he took.

Kuafu was born.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Xingtian, Chiyou, Xiangliu, Yushi, Fengbo... one after another, great shamans emerged, each possessing the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and each a pillar of the future of the shaman clan.

They knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the twelve ancestral witches, and the Pangu Hall was filled with the vibrant aura of new life.

The boiling of the blood pool continued.

Following the ancestral witch's method, the great shamans forced out their own heart's blood and threw it back into the blood pool.

The blood pool surged once more, and this time it gave birth not to a Great Witch of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, but to a Heavenly Witch of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

The number of Celestial Witches was even greater, sometimes numbering in the dozens.

They knelt before the Great Shaman, who in turn knelt before the Ancestral Shaman, in a hierarchical and orderly manner.

The shamans followed suit, forcing out their heart's blood and throwing it into the blood pool.

This time, a wizard at the Golden Immortal level was born.

The number of wizards was even greater. The wizards emerged from the blood pool and respectfully knelt before the Heavenly Wizard, who then worshipped the Great Wizard, and the Great Wizard worshipped the Ancestral Wizard.

Through this gradual progression, the number of witches increased dramatically in just a few hundred years.

From the initial dozen or so great shamans like Hou Yi and Kua Fu, to dozens of celestial shamans, then to hundreds of shamans, and finally to tens of thousands of shamans and shamans... a vast race rapidly took shape in the Pangu Palace.

As the last group of sorcerers emerged from the blood pool, the twelve ancestral sorcerers exchanged glances, each seeing satisfaction in the other's eyes.

The previous Wu tribe had the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Heavenly Witches, and those witches and witch generals with lower cultivation levels, but lacked a core fighting force and was missing a Great Witch at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Now, they have not only added more than a dozen new members, but also created a new batch of mid-to-lower-level combat forces.

If it weren't for the fact that each drop of their heart's blood required a great deal of time to accumulate, and that it could be transformed into boundless power to aid them in battle, they would have truly turned all of their heart's blood into great sorcerers.

"We will not fail the legacy of our Father God," Dijiang said in a deep voice, his voice echoing in the Pangu Palace. "The Wu Clan has grown strong, but our ambitions extend far beyond this."

Zhu Rong grinned: "Big brother, you tell me, how should we do it?"

Dijiang's gaze swept over the assembled ancestral witches, and he said, word by word, "The Heavenly Court has been established, and Taiyi has proclaimed himself the Heavenly Emperor. We, the witch clan, are formed from the essence and blood of our Father God; we are his direct descendants, his true lineage! That Taiyi is nothing but a hairy beast from the Sun Star; what right does he have to rule the primordial world?"