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

Chapter 18 The Site of the Ferocious Beast Calamity

At the edge of the battlefield between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, those thirteen figures would always appear.

They appeared and disappeared silently, like shadows.

All that remained was a clean battlefield and the completely absorbed malevolent energy.

Time flies, and countless cycles of life have passed.

The footprints of the thirteen people covered every corner of the vast and desolate land.

From the shores of the East China Sea to the summit of Mount Kunlun, from the Southern Bright Fire Domain to the Northern Dark Ice Land, from the highest heavens to the deepest hells, their presence is felt everywhere.

Pan Xuan followed the Twelve Ancestral Witches across the primordial land, witnessing countless wonders and strange phenomena, as well as the power and brutality of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races.

He saw the dragons churning the seas and summoning wind and rain;

Seeing the Phoenix Clan burn the heavens and destroy the earth, with flames spreading across the plains;

Seeing the Qilin clan shatter mountains and rivers, their might shaking all directions.

He also witnessed the brutality of the war between the three races.

The corpses of the fallen tribesmen piled up like mountains, blood flowed like rivers, and the world was filled with endless malevolent energy and resentment.

Those once powerful figures who roamed the world were nothing more than cold corpses after death, carelessly abandoned on the battlefield, left to be exposed to the wind and sun.

Every time Pan Xuan saw these, he would remain silent for a long time.

He also began to think more deeply about the future of the witch clan.

The struggle for supremacy among the three races is nothing more than a struggle for the title of "dominance".

For this word, they did not hesitate to wage war, sacrifice countless people, and drag the entire prehistoric world into the flames of war.

Is this kind of power struggle really meaningful?

he does not know.

But he knew that the witch clan could not go down this path.

At the very least, we cannot follow the same path as the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans.

During his journey, Pan Xuan also continuously honed his cultivation.

The Righteous Qi Technique keeps him at his peak at all times.

The Merit and Profound Yellow Dharma Image continuously grows stronger while absorbing merit and profound yellow energy.

Under his refinement, he became increasingly adept at using the Primordial Measuring Ruler.

His divine wisdom slowly recovered over the long years, waiting for the next opportunity to be displayed.

Houtu also grew continuously during these years.

She stopped absorbing evil energy and focused on cultivating her primordial spirit.

Pan Xuan would occasionally exchange his insights on the laws of heaven and earth with her, and the two would verify each other's understanding and make progress together.

Other ancestral witches are also constantly absorbing the evil energy, and their cultivation is improving day by day.

They were already among the strongest in the world, and now with Pan Xuan's advice and strategies, they are even more powerful.

On this day, the thirteen people arrived at the edge of a battlefield once again.

A great battle had just ended on this battlefield; the armies of the dragon and phoenix clans had retreated, leaving behind only corpses.

A heavy, malevolent aura filled the air, and even the sky turned gray.

Zhu Rong was about to step forward to collect the corpse when he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Gonggong asked.

Zhu Rong pointed into the distance, her voice tinged with seriousness: "Look over there."

Following his finger, everyone saw a golden light rapidly approaching on the distant horizon.

Within that golden light, the faint silhouette of a five-clawed golden dragon could be seen.

"They are powerful members of the Dragon Clan," Di Jiang said in a deep voice. "It seems they have come to retrieve the corpses of their elite members."

The thirteen people did not move; they simply stood quietly in place.

The golden light landed on the battlefield and transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon with golden scales all over its body.

The golden dragon surveyed the battlefield, collected the corpses of several elite dragons, and then looked up at the direction of the thirteen people.

A scrutinizing glint flashed in Jinlong's eyes, but he said nothing, only snorted coldly, and then transformed into golden light and disappeared.

Zhu Rong breathed a sigh of relief, scratched his head, and said, "Thank goodness, they didn't cause any trouble."

Pan Xuan stared thoughtfully at the direction where the golden light had disappeared.

Houtu walked to his side and whispered, "Brother Panxuan, what are you thinking about?"

Pan Xuan withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly: "I was thinking that the situation in this primordial world might be more complicated than I imagined."

Houtu looked into his eyes and said softly, "No matter how complicated it is, we will always be here for you."

Pan Xuan felt a warmth in his heart and nodded, saying, "Sister Houtu is right. With you all here, I have nothing to fear."

Xuanming had also approached at some point and said coldly, "Brother Panxuan, it's time to go. The next battlefield awaits us."

Pan Xuan laughed and said, "Alright, let's go."

The thirteen people transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the sky once again.

Behind them, the battlefield had been cleaned up, and the malevolent energy had been completely absorbed, leaving only a vast, empty land awaiting the arrival of the next war.

Those thirteen people wandered the vast land for many years, their footprints covering the four seas and eight wastelands.

From the Dragon Clan's battlefield in the East Sea to the Phoenix Clan's Fire Domain in the South, and then to the Qilin Clan's territory at the foot of Mount Buzhou, they were like a group of silent scavengers, quietly operating in the cracks of the war between the three races.

On this day, the thirteen people traveled westward and arrived at the far west of the primordial wilderness.

The western lands are completely different from the eastern lands.

The East boasts continuous mountain ranges, vast oceans, and expansive plains, brimming with vitality and life. The West, however, is desolate and lonely.

The earth was tinged with a somber gray, and the mountains and rivers seemed shrouded in a deathly aura.

A thin wisp of spiritual energy drifted in the sky, while a faint aura of malevolence permeated the air, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.

Pan Xuan stood on a mountain ridge and looked out. He saw that the western land was vast and desolate, but there were few signs of life.

Occasionally, you can see a few tenacious plants swaying in the wind, but they grow crookedly and lifelessly.

"How could this western land be so desolate?" Pan Xuan asked in a low voice.

Houtu walked to his side and said softly, "Brother Panxuan, you may not know this."

This western land experienced a great calamity in ancient times.

After that calamity, the West became like this, with thin spiritual energy and few living beings.

Since these Yuanhui (ancient Chinese calendar), although there has been some recovery, it has never been able to compare with the East.

Pan Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely guessed what was going on. He didn't ask any more questions, but simply nodded silently.

Zhu Rong said nonchalantly, "There's not much to collect in the West. The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans don't fight much here, and the malevolent energy is quite weak. What are we doing here?"

Dijiang said in a deep voice, "Now that we're here, let's look around. Although the west is desolate, it's a vast region, and perhaps there's something we haven't discovered yet."

The thirteen people continued westward.

The further west you go, the heavier the malevolent aura becomes.

At first it was faint, almost imperceptible, but gradually it became thicker, spreading between heaven and earth like mist.

The malevolent aura was mixed with an ancient and violent energy, as if it came from the distant ancient times.

"This malevolent aura is strange." Xuanming suddenly spoke, his cold voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Ordinary malevolent energy is nothing more than the killing energy of heaven and earth."

But this malevolent aura... is too ancient, too violent, as if it has been accumulated over countless years, yet it has never dissipated.

Zhu Jiuyin also opened his cloudy old eyes, and the power of time surged slightly within them:

"This malevolent aura does indeed contain an extremely ancient energy. At least... it is something from the Primordial Era."

Pan Xuan's heart skipped a beat. An ancient artifact?

He recalled some legends and calamities from his past life.

That was the first great calamity after the creation of the world. The ferocious beast race ravaged the prehistoric world, killing countless people, and was eventually wiped out by the combined forces of the powerful beings of the prehistoric world.

The origin of the ferocious beast is said to be in the West.

Could it be that they have come to the site of the ancient calamity of the ferocious beasts?