The Human Among the Great Shamans
Di Cang’s story is truly hard to describe with just a few words. While others who transcend worlds travel as souls, he alone crossed over in his flesh. That alone would be remarkable, but fate brought him directly to the first year of the Second Great Calamity in the primordial realm. The demon race had yet to rule the three worlds, and the one hundred and eight great Witches had only just been born. Upon inquiring about his surroundings, he discovered that even the human race had not yet appeared in this vast wilderness! With no companions, no organization, and nowhere to turn, Di Cang was forced to join, albeit reluctantly, the Witch clan—the only group willing to take him in. But what’s this? There was talk that the Witch clan aspired to dominance, planning to give birth to four hundred and eighty million Witches and forever guard the primordial world. Just twelve ancestral Witches, plus four hundred and eighty million ordinary Witches—wasn’t that simply offering themselves up for defeat? If the Witch clan perished, would Di Cang ever return to the human race? After careful consideration, Di Cang was the first to lavish praise upon the ancestral Witches, then solemnly presented his own painstakingly developed “Eight Methods for Eternal Dominion of the Primordial World.” From that moment on, besides the twelve ancestral Witches, the Witch clan gained a new strategist with a primordial spirit—Di Cang himself! Alternate titles for this story include: “Primordial World: I Am the Witch Clan’s Strategist,” “Bound to the Witch Clan at the Start, I Help Them Rule the Primordial World,” “I Forge the Great Dao in the Primordial Era,” “The True Orthodoxy of the Primordial World: Can Divine and Demonic Physique Cultivation Lead to Enlightenment?” “Defying Heaven: Can the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique Truly Lead to the Dao?”
The Human Among the Great Shamans
Creak!
A pair of immense bronze gates, their height stretching thousands of fathoms into the heavens, boomed as they swung open. When a blazing ray of the sun god’s radiance fell upon the boy’s face, Di Cang opened his eyes—his complexion was ashen, yet his frame, though lean, bore no trace of frailty.
“Where am I?”
Stunned, Di Cang gazed ahead, only to be confronted by two massive gates, appearing as doors yet so colossal as to defy all reason.
At a glance, he could not discern their true height. Then, abruptly, his eyes—large and dark as bronze bells—contracted sharply.
For through the yawning gates strode a pair of feet so enormous as to beggar belief. Feet, and only feet—Di Cang could see nothing more, only two ancient bronze soles descending upon him, each one as mighty as a hill, obscuring the rest of the figure from view.
His astonishment was so great that, for a moment, he forgot the fear of arriving in this otherworldly place.
“Hmm!”
The gigantic being, keenly perceptive, immediately noticed Di Cang and let out a jubilant shout.
Then, Di Cang watched as a colossal head, vast beyond measure, dipped down from the clouds. With a look of curiosity, the giant scrutinized Di Cang from head to toe.
How enormous was this head? To give an idea: the hairs in the giant’s nostrils appeared to Di Cang as towering ancient trees.
With a single exhalation, the giant’s breath swept over Di Cang, whistling past him with such force that he felt himself begin to float.
“What on earth!” Di Cang thought, dumbfoun
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