As the ancestral witches shouted, the entire world trembled, as if welcoming the birth of the Wu Clan.
"I am Candle Dragon Yin!"
"I am Houtu!"
"I am Emperor Jiang!"
"I am Jumang!"
"I am Gonggong!"
"I am Zhurong!"
"I am Xuanming!"
"I am Qiangliang!"
"I am Rushou!"
"I am Tianwu!"
"I am Shebishi!"
"I am Xizi!"
The twelve Ancestral Witches each announced their names to the Eternal World. They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the founders of the Wu Clan.
"From this day forth, the Hall of Pangu shall be the clan-securing sacred artifact, anchoring the Wu Clan's fate. The ancestral court of the Wu Clan shall be established at Buzhou Mountain. We honor Pangu as our Father Deity. All those bearing Wu Clan blood may enter the ancestral court to worship the Father Deity."
Emperor Jiang lifted his head and let out a sacrificial declaration toward the heavens.
"The Wu Court is established!!"
The twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged glances and then simultaneously let out a thunderous shout toward the sky.
RUMBLE—!!
As their voices fell, a majestic scene unfolded. Above the Hall of Pangu, surging tides of fate gathered from all directions. Clouds of divine merit and boundless providence converged unceasingly, and under the suppression of the Hall of Pangu, this fortune became as stable as a mountain, immovable and unshakable.
In the blink of an eye, the amassed providence above the Hall of Pangu condensed into a five-colored canopy, woven from brilliant auspicious clouds, layer upon layer, breathtaking to behold. The Wu Clan's fortune was undeniably immense, a manifestation of strength. With absolute power, they had re-entered the ranks of the supreme races. This was the deep foundation of the Wu Clan.
"Wu!"
"Wu!"
"Wu!!"
Inside the Hall of Pangu, one Wu warrior after another emerged in an endless stream. Each exuded a primal and barbaric aura from their bodies, seemingly capable of shaking the heavens and cleaving the firmament.
Among them stood a towering and powerfully built man carrying a battle axe, his long black hair flying wildly. He raised his head and let out a deafening cry:
"I am Xing Tian! Today I will establish a Fate Dynasty, bearing the name Xing. The Xing Tian Division, follow me to the West—we shall build a city, establish our Fate Dynasty, and pay homage to the ancestral court of our Wu Clan!"
As his words fell, he shouldered his axe and strode forward boldly. Behind him followed a massive force of Wu warriors. Each one was an elite, with explosive physical strength and a murderous aura radiating from within—an aura born from their bloodline. The Wu Clan cultivated their physical bodies, refining them with turbid energy of heaven and earth, forging the Wu Body. They sought to prove the Dao through the body alone, condensing the Law of the Flesh.
They were born for battle—supreme combatants of the world.
The Wu warriors departing with Great Wu Xing Tian numbered no fewer than thirty million. No matter where such a force appeared, it would be a terrifying military power. Now, they were going to establish a Fate Dynasty of the Wu Clan, to gather providence and wage war across the realms.
Xing Tian was not alone. Another man soon appeared—clad in beast pelts, wielding a war bow, with a quiver of arrows on his back. His facial features were sharp as if carved from stone, and a flame-like mark burned on his forehead.
"I am Hou Yi! Today I will establish a Fate Dynasty, bearing the name Yi. The Hou Yi Division, follow me to the North—we shall build a city, establish our Fate Dynasty, and pay homage to our Wu ancestral court!"
Hou Yi raised his mighty bow and roared toward the sky. Then he headed North, followed resolutely by tens of millions of Wu warriors.
One after another, more Great Witches stepped out from the Hall of Pangu and the ancestral court, venturing to found Fate Dynasties for the Wu Clan. Among them were Kuafu, the Wind Earl, Xiangliu, Nine Infants, Nine Phoenixes, and the Rain Master—each a leading figure among the Great Witches. Each carried with them dozens millions of elite Wu warriors, expanding the Wu Clan's territory and securing its future.
The scene that unfolded before the heavens was awe-inspiring—armies of Wu warriors sweeping across the world, shaking all who witnessed them.
And yet, no one dared stop them.
Let alone the Great Witches—the mere sight of the twelve Ancestral Witches standing before the Hall of Pangu made it clear just how deep the Wu Clan's foundation ran.
"It truly is a time of chaos. The Wu Clan's emergence at this moment is perfectly timed. But the fact that the Great Witches are establishing Fate Dynasties shows that they clearly understand: in this Eternal Era, Fate Dynasties represent the great trend of the world. They've realized that building a complete and mature civilization system is the true key for a race to preserve its legacy. It seems the downfall of the previous era finally taught the Wu Clan this lesson."
Yi Tianxing observed, his gaze deep and contemplative.
The Wu Clan had always been domineering in their methods—what could be solved with force would never be settled with words. They subdued their enemies with fists. To them, power was truth, and power was justice. They embodied this belief to the extreme.
Against their enemies, there was only one word: war.
In the previous era, they had fought bitterly with the Demon Clan over dominance of the world. Those battles were so cataclysmic that they darkened the skies and shattered the mountains and rivers. Countless beings perished. Just thinking about it evoked the horror of that carnage.
Now, entering a new era, the Wu Clan was using their brains—they were choosing a different path, seeking to build Fate Dynasties and forge their own civilization.
This, truly, was beyond Yi Tianxing's expectations.
"The Wu Clan will likely face many difficulties in creating Fate Dynasties. A Fate Dynasty is more than just a tribal alliance. It requires a comprehensive and mature system to support it. Otherwise, it will collapse into chaos."
Cai Yan watched the scene unfold and voiced her thoughts.
The strength of the Wu Clan was undeniable.
But strength alone did not guarantee success. A Fate Dynasty needed many things, the most crucial being talent—a vast amount of talent. Only with enough talent could a dynasty operate, expand, and thrive.
Otherwise, it would all be for nothing. Even if established, it would eventually collapse.
"Do not underestimate them. With the establishment of the ancestral court and the twelve Ancestral Witches seated within, the Wu Clan's fortune is now unshakable. Each Ancestral Witch is equivalent to a Dao-Proving realm powerhouse. In the previous era, they were Quasi-Saints. Now, they are Dao-Proving realm beings. As for the Great Witches, each is equivalent to the Dao Platform realm. Their cultivation of the physical body gives them far greater combat prowess than ordinary cultivators. They may even fight above their level."
Yi Tianxing felt a chill in his heart. Every one of the Wu Clan warriors who went forth to establish a Fate Dynasty was a Great Wu (Witch)—a Dao Platform realm powerhouse. In any faction, such a person would be a pillar of strength. At the very least, these dynasties would not lack in powerful individuals. The Wu warriors under them formed an unshakable foundation.
After all, the Wu Clan had once been a hegemonic race of the previous era. They had their own Wu Script, and even a rudimentary form of Wu civilization. But for ages, they had focused solely on warfare, never fully developing or spreading their culture. Now, by founding Fate Dynasties, they might just achieve that transformation—allowing their civilization to evolve and be passed down through the ages.
"But this isn't what I'm most worried about," Yi Tianxing said slowly. "Now that the Wu Clan has emerged, I fear that other powerful races will not simply stand by and watch."
The rise of the Wu Clan was only a signal. More changes were coming.
If the Great Yi could not maintain its current momentum, it would eventually be overtaken. With the entire Wu Clan as their foundation, those Fate Dynasties would grow far more easily and quickly than Great Yi.
That was the power of having a strong backer.
"But my Great Yi is not inferior to anyone."
A flicker of confidence passed through Yi Tianxing's eyes. Great Yi had the strength to face any challenge. So long as they fully absorbed the Hanhai Realm and had sufficient time, their fortune could be transformed and elevated to a new level.
Unknowingly, the strange phenomena in the sky vanished.
The emergence of the Wu Clan had come to an end. Their name now echoed across the Eternal World, known to all. The commotion they stirred was beyond imagination. Discussions erupted in every corner of the world, as everyone felt mounting pressure and deep unease.
This was a truly top-tier opponent.
"Looks like some plans must be accelerated," Yi Tianxing thought to himself.
"Zhaoji, go call Ziyan for me. I need to speak with her."
After a brief moment of consideration, he spoke to Cai Yan.
Cai Yan smiled and left without hesitation. She understood that if Yi Tianxing wanted to see Zhao Ziyan now, it must be for something important. She had no intention of interfering. She had always been measured and respectful of boundaries—never overstepping.
Not long after, a figure in purple appeared before him.
"Brother, sis-in-law said you were looking for me."
Zhao Ziyan cheerfully approached and took Yi Tianxing's arm.
"Yes. Has there been any movement in the Heavenly Palace recently?"
Yi Tianxing asked.
Back then, Zhao Hao had used the Sun Palace as a foundation, with the Golden Crow Banner and the Karma Jade Talisman as bridges, forcibly uniting the Heaven's Chosen of the Eternal World to form the Heavenly Palace. Drawing power from the Sun Star, the Heavenly Palace could communicate across the world, and even transmit items. It was a top-tier secret gathering place. Within it, all were Heaven's Chosen, exchanging resources and growing rapidly.
Even if Zhao Hao had ulterior motives, the benefits to Heaven's Chosen were undeniable.
Zhao Ziyan had always handled these matters. Yi Tianxing had never personally attended. However, within the Heavenly Palace, he had established an Eternal Bank, allowing unlimited exchanges of Eternal Coins—accumulating many rare treasures and spiritual materials.
"All is normal within the Heavenly Palace," Zhao Ziyan replied quickly. "All transactions are measured in Eternal Coins. While not the only currency, it dominates the market."