47: Chapter 47 The Promise of the Era: Rule of the Primordial World

A thousand years of turmoil finally reached its conclusion.

A roar that shook the universe tore through the sky, and a figure as sturdy as a mountain soared out from the vortex!

"Roar! My name is Xing Tian!"

Before the sound had even faded, another figure leapt out!

"Roar! My name is Hou Yi!"

Immediately after, one after another, nine more figures rushed out:

"My name is Kuafu!"

"My name is Chi You!"

"My name is Jiuying!"

"My name is Feng Bo!"

"My name is Xiangliu!"

...

The twelve figures stood in the air, their bodies surging with monstrous baleful energy and imposing momentum. They all unleashed the pressure of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, howling in unison until it resounded through Pangu Hall, announcing their arrival!

Jiang Chen gazed at the twelve people before him, nodded with satisfaction, and declared in a clear voice, "You were born from the essence blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, inheriting the Pangu Bloodline as second-generation descendants. As the patriarch of the Pangu Clan, I bestow upon you the title of 'Great Witch'!"

Upon hearing the command, the twelve Great Witches—Xing Tian, Hou Yi, Kuafu, Chi You, Jiuying, Feng Bo, and the others—knelt on one knee in unison, their voices shaking the firmament:

"Greetings, Patriarch!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood behind, their faces filled with excitement and their blood surging within them. They felt an indescribable sense of kinship with the twelve Great Witches.

Before long, the Pangu Blood Pool rippled again, and figure after figure emerged one after another.

A century passed in the blink of an eye. The area around the blood pool was already filled with clansmen, numbering exactly 129,600, corresponding to the number of a single epoch, and everyone possessed the cultivation of a Golden Immortal.

Jiang Chen raised his hand and pointed, solemnly declaring:

"You are the third-generation Pangu Clan members, and I bestow upon you the title of 'Heavenly Witch'!"

"We greet the Patriarch!" The 129,600 Heavenly Witches shouted in unison. The mighty sound shook Pangu Hall, and an ancient, vast aura permeated the entire hall, as if it had come from the very beginning of time.

Jiang Chen stood on the high platform, looking down at the dense crowd of Pangu clansmen. A rare smile appeared on his usually indifferent face.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were even more overwhelmed with emotion. They had originally thought that they were the only thirteen remaining with the Pangu Bloodline—themselves and Jiang Chen. Who would have thought that the Pangu Blood Pool could nurture so many of their own kind!

"Patriarch," Zhu Jiuyin suddenly spoke, his voice low but filled with eagerness, "Why don't you also drip a drop of your essence blood into the pool?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Di Jiang and the others gazed at Jiang Chen with burning eyes. Each of their own drops of essence blood had birthed over a hundred thousand clansmen; if the Patriarch personally sacrificed his essence blood, what kind of scene would that be?

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback; he hadn't considered this matter before.

"Very well." He replied softly, and then, with a slight movement of his heart, a drop of purple-gold essence blood slowly floated out. The moment the blood appeared, the world suddenly froze, the air became heavy as lead, and the void shattered inch by inch, as if it could not withstand the great power contained within it.

"Go."

Jiang Chen flicked his fingertip, and the essence blood tore through the sky, falling into the blood pool.

Boom—!

The Pangu Blood Pool, which had returned to calm, suddenly exploded, churning like a raging sea and violent waves, far more ferocious than when the Twelve Ancestral Witches had offered their blood previously! The entire Pangu Hall shook violently, as if it would collapse at any moment within this chaotic power.

It must be known that Jiang Chen was at the mid-stage of the Heavenly Venerate realm, and that drop of essence blood contained the three great origin laws of Devouring, Reincarnation, and Space-Time.

It is no exaggeration to say that this single drop of blood alone would be enough to kill any Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal!

Splash—

Blood waves surged into the sky, divine rays shone for ten thousand zhang, and the entire pool of blood rolled incessantly. The light was blinding, making people dare not look directly at it. The Twelve Ancestral Witches and all the clansmen present held their breath, staring intently at the center of the blood pool.

Even Jiang Chen himself could not help but feel a slight tightening in his heart, a flash of anticipation in his eyes. He also wanted to know what kind of existence his drop of essence blood would nurture!

However, after a moment, the blood pool gradually calmed down and finally returned to dead silence, with no further movement.

"..." Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, their faces filled with astonishment.

"This... what is going on?" Gong Gong muttered.

"Perhaps it is because the Patriarch's blood is too powerful, making it difficult for a form to take shape, and it is currently gestating inside." Di Jiang pointed to the lingering rays of light deep within the blood pool and said.

Everyone looked closely—sure enough!

At the core of the blood pool, divine light was still circulating, and a very faint heartbeat could be heard. Although weak, it was extremely powerful, like an ancient beast breathing in its sleep.

"So that's it!" Zhu Rong grinned and gave a thumbs up, "As expected of the Patriarch, he is just different!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered the tragedy at the foot of Mount Buzhou back then, shrank his neck, and sheepishly lowered his hand.

Jiang Chen saw this and was not surprised. He had expected it long ago—the power contained in his own essence blood was so vast that it would likely take an entire epoch before it could take form and be born.

...

Ten thousand years later, at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Jiang Chen looked around at the Pangu clansmen standing solemnly, his gaze finally landing on the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and said indifferently, "Everything I should have taught has been fully imparted. From now on, the path ahead is yours to choose."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were silent. Once, they had longed for freedom, determined to break free from Jiang Chen's control; but when the time for parting truly arrived, an indescribable uneasiness welled up in their hearts.

Life is complex, and so are the Ancestral Witches.

They revered Jiang Chen, but they also feared him. All the harsh tempering of the past, especially that life-and-death trial at Mount Buzhou, had almost wiped them all out, and even now, recalling it made them tremble with fear.

He was cold to the point of cruelty, but they knew deep down—that was to make them stronger.

Without enduring the frost, how can one become a treasure?

The Primordial World is ruthless; the weak are prey to the strong, and conspiracies are rampant. Only those who stand at the pinnacle can survive.

"Patriarch... will we... ever see you again?"

Hou Tu suddenly spoke, her voice trembling slightly. Her eyes were red, tears shimmering, and her beautiful face was full of attachment, making one feel pity for her.

It wasn't just her; Xuan Ming, Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Gong Gong, and even the usually reckless Zhu Rong all wore sorrowful expressions, their reluctance to part showing clearly on their faces.

Jiang Chen stepped forward slowly, raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears falling from the corners of Hou Tu's eyes, and a look of unprecedented gentleness appeared on his face. He looked around at all the Ancestral Witches and said softly, "You have grown up; it is time to leave the nest and soar through the world."

"Patriarch, Hou Tu cannot bear to part with you..."

With a sob, Hou Tu threw herself into his arms.

His body was ice-cold, like ten-thousand-year-old glacial ice that would never melt.

Yet Hou Tu felt no coldness, only a warm current surging through her entire body.

"Patriarch, will we be able to meet again?" Di Jiang wiped the moisture from the corner of his eyes and asked in a low voice, his tone as heavy as iron.

The other eleven Ancestral Witches also looked at Jiang Chen, their eyes full of reluctance and expectation. They knew in their hearts that this parting might be forever.

Jiang Chen gently stroked Hou Tu's hair, was silent for a moment, and then slowly began, "This eternal Primordial World was all transformed from the body of Father God Pangu. As inheritors of the Pangu Bloodline, we should carry on his will and govern the order of heaven and earth."

"One epoch! If you can rule the Primordial World and pacify all domains within this epoch, that will be the time for us to reunite."

"One epoch; as long as you can unify the Primordial World within one epoch, we will naturally meet again!"

As his voice fell, Jiang Chen's figure dissipated like smoke, leaving only the Twelve Ancestral Witches standing there in a daze, their expressions dazed.

For a long time, no one spoke. Only that promise echoed repeatedly in their hearts, like thunder rolling over their souls.

Pangu descendants... unify the Primordial World...