Within the Pangu Hall in Buzhou Mountain, the sound of "Witch" emitted by the combined power of the thirteen Ancestor Witches resonated through endless space and time, impacting far beyond the imagination of the Primordial Creatures.

This was not merely an announcement, but more akin to a massive stone cast into the tranquil lakes of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, creating layered and ceaseless ripples.

The sound of "Witch" in the Pangu True Realm, like the most primordial sound of the Great Dao, contained the supreme will of Pangu during the Creation of Heaven and Earth and the call of his bloodline, piercing through multiple world barriers in an instant, reflecting in every corner of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

In those Great Thousand Worlds, Medium Thousand Worlds, and Small Thousand Worlds, whether prosperous and thriving or desolate and lonely, newly born or on the verge of silence, all beings whose bodies flowed with even a thin thread of Pangu's bloodline, or whose cultivation aligned with the concept of "Witch", felt an unprecedented disturbance in their souls at this moment.

It was as if an ancient gene asleep for billions of years had been instantly awakened, or as if a lost wanderer had finally heard the call of their homeland.

In a newly opened primitive world, deep within an endless expanse of primeval jungle, a tribal High Priest covered in ferocious beast totems and wearing animal skins around his waist was leading his people in the worship of their revered Mountain God and River Lord.

Suddenly, the bone staff raised high by him trembled violently, the ancient spell he chanted abruptly stopped, his eyes widened as if he saw something unbelievable.

The sound of "Witch" echoed in his soul like a morning bell and evening drum!

Immediately following, a vast and immense yet incredibly intimate flood of information poured into his mind like a galaxy from Nine Heavens.

It was about the grandeur of Pangu in the Creation of Heaven and Earth, the legends of the thirteen Ancestor Witches wielding the Great Dao, the unyielding spirit of the Witch Clan standing between heaven and earth!

"This... this is..." The High Priest trembled violently, the bone staff in his hand "clanked" onto the ground.

He felt the boiling of his bloodline, felt the trembling of his soul, an unprecedented sense of belonging and pride filled his chest.

He suddenly opened his mouth, releasing a long howl towards the sky, his voice filled with excitement and ecstasy: "So that's how it is! So that's how it is! I'm not alone! We... we are 'Witch'! We are descendants of Father Pangu!"

Behind him, the tribespeople, although not feeling as clearly as he did, also sensed an inexplicable power awakening within them, looking at the High Priest with eyes full of confusion and reverence.

In another peculiar universe where technology and cultivation coexist, on a desolate mineral star, a bare-chested ascetic with muscles knotted like steel was sweating profusely, forging his body.

He believed in the Great Dao of "Power", convinced that his own might could break all restraints, tear stars, and shatter the void.

For a long time, he considered himself an outsider, incompatible with those cultivators who improved their cultivation through the aid of magic treasures, elixirs, and array formations.

Just as he effortlessly shattered a dozen-ton boulder with a punch, the sound of "Witch" originating from the Primordial True Realm traversed endless dimensions, echoing clearly in his Sea of Consciousness.

He felt a shock through his body, as if a long-sealed door had suddenly swung open.

Those images of Pangu's sanctification of the flesh, the teachings of the Witch Clan's martial arts, using Great Power to fight heaven and earth, poured into his heart like a divine revelation.

"Hahahaha!"

The ascetic laughed wildly, his laughter filled with relief and newfound clarity, "So my path is not solitary! The path I seek is the true 'Witch' path!"

"I am a member of the Witch Clan! My bloodline originates from Pangu God of Creation!"

He felt an unprecedented power surging through his whole body, as if he had found his true direction and home in cultivation.

In a fantastical plane composed of countless floating islands, a girl dressed in simple hemp clothing who could command wind, rain, thunder, and lightning was ostracized by her kind for her "abilities".

She stood alone at the cliff's edge, staring at the roiling sea of clouds below with eyes full of bewilderment and helplessness.

At this moment, the call of "Witch" gently brushed against her heart like the most tender comfort.

Numerous images of the Ancestor Witches commanding wind, rain, and thunder, harmonizing heavens and earth flashed through her mind, and the powerful force she once regarded as "abilities" now appeared so holy and natural.

"I'm... I'm not a monster..." The girl murmured, tears slipping unconsciously down her cheeks, "This is... Witch's talent! The power Pangu God bestowed upon us to control the Origin of Heaven and Earth!"

"I am Witch! I am a member of the Witch Clan standing between heaven and earth!"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with unprecedented determination and confidence.

Similar scenes played out simultaneously in countless corners of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

Those tribal heroes, those secluded hermits in deep mountains, those forgotten inheritors of ancient bloodlines, those unique beings born able to communicate with nature...

Although their identities differ and their circumstances vary, at this moment, they all felt their hearts surging, tears welling due to that call from the bloodline's source.

In their minds, it was as if an epic scroll sealed for countless ages was slowly unfolding, revealing the splendid heritage unique to the Witch Clan!

"I am Witch!"

"My veins flow with Pangu God's blood!"

"We are the unyielding race, we are the beings who dare to roar at heaven and earth!"

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