Honghuang: I Am the Ninth Ancestor Wu, Laying Low in Pangu Hall

Volume Two: Turning the Tables with a Golden Finger

I transmigrated into the thirteenth Ancestral Witch, formed from Pangu's heart's blood. (No, actually, I was the “defective” ninth Ancestral Witch, despised by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.) Born with only half the blood essence of an Ancestral Witch, I couldn't beat Di Jiang, couldn't outrun Jumang, and even got in the way when Houtu was shaping clay figures.

Knowing the script of the Primordial World by heart, I felt around the empty corners of Pangu Hall and decided to take the safest path:

“Ancestral Witch? Protagonist of a great calamity? That script is for Di Jun and Tai Yi. Me? I'll just stay in Pangu Hall and nibble on the shavings of the Pangu Axe. That's more than enough.”