After transmigrating into the Primordial World, he becomes Di Jiang, the foremost of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The Wu Clan has no souls. It is an ironclad law laid down by Pangu, but he refuses to believe it. After ten thousand years in seclusion, he unexpectedly cultivates a Primordial Spirit.
The moment his Primordial Spirit takes shape, the heavens and earth resound. The Yao Clan remains oblivious, while the Sages can no longer sit still. Di Jiang's first task is to figure out how to ask his eleven reckless younger siblings: "Give me a portion of your origin."
His siblings readily agree. If he wants it, they give it to him without even asking why. After all, their big brother surely has his reasons.
Di Jiang had intended to share the path of the Primordial Spirit with everyone. But when he actually tried cultivating it, he discovered that not just anyone could set foot on this path.
The great calamity of the Wu and Yao Clans is fast approaching, and the Sages are making their moves at lightning speed. On the surface, Di Jiang is in seclusion, merging origins. In secret, he is cultivating his Primordial Spirit while finding the Wu Clan a way out. They may not be able to defeat fate, but why should the Wu Clan follow fate's script?
When the final battle between the Wu and Yao Clans arrives, the Sages of the Primordial World divine the secrets of heaven, only to come up empty.
"Where is the Wu Clan? What happened to the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation?"
"This is bad... It seems the Wu Clan never planned to follow the script from the very beginning."
Was he the only one awake just now? Nine thousand years is too long, and there will be another ferocious beast soon
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