The Heavenly Dao's Divine Breath

This indicates that when Pangu created heaven and earth, he had already condensed the Three Thousand Great Daos within himself.

Studying this heart might help him deepen his understanding of the laws.

With this thought, Lin Fan sat cross-legged beside the heart, immersing himself in contemplation.

Ding! The host has comprehended the Dao Charm of Pangu's Heart, gained enlightenment on the true meaning of the Samsara Law, and greatly improved his comprehension.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Fan's lips.

The Samsara Law is indeed profound and extraordinary.

This must be the manifestation of Pangu's own great power of Samsara.

The Heavenly Dao's might is boundless; the Human Way alone cannot contend with it.

We must awaken the Earth Way and combine their forces to counterbalance the Heavenly Dao.

Establishing Samsara is the best way to awaken the Earth Way.

Mastering the Samsara Law will greatly benefit him in finding or creating the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the future.

Lin Fan has not yet set foot in the Netherworld and is unaware of the actual situation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

There are legends that Houtu transformed herself into Samsara.

There are also sayings that the Netherworld originally had an imperfect Samsara, and Houtu sacrificed herself to complete its flaws.

He will investigate this personally in the future.

The key now is to perfect the Samsara Law.

Even if Samsara has not yet appeared, it can help Houtu create Samsara and avoid Hongjun's schemes.

Moreover, he possesses the Divine Breath of the Great Dao, which is enough to help Houtu comprehend the true meaning of Samsara and attain Hunyuan.

If Houtu controls the Earth Way, she might be able to contend with Hongjun.

The Human Way and the Earth Way are vastly different. The Human Way is nascent and still in the process of gestation; while the Earth Way has long existed, born almost simultaneously with the Heavenly Dao.

Lin Fan once again immersed himself in enlightenment.

Ding! The host has comprehended Pangu's Heart, his comprehension of the Twelve Laws has advanced, triggering enlightenment, and he has comprehended the Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Formation.

Could it be this formation? Lin Fan's heart stirred.

This formation is known as the supreme formation of the Great Desolation. It can summon Pangu's phantom to slay Saints and Gods, possessing terrifying power. However, it requires the combined efforts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to activate; missing even one will significantly reduce its power.

Perhaps it can be improved...

Lin Fan's thoughts raced, and he immediately began deducing the formation.

Ding! The host has perfected the formation based on the Three Thousand Dao of Formations, comprehended the Hunyuan Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Formation, and received the High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Mountain River Map, as a reward.

After the formation was improved:

1. The summoned Pangu phantom contains true meaning. 2. Only twelve Law controllers are needed.

Although the power is slightly reduced, it is more practical.

The Mountain River Map contains a grotto-heaven world within it, truly a rare treasure. Lin Fan rejoiced inwardly; this Pangu Heart is indeed infinitely useful.

Above the Purple Mansion Continent

Demon clouds obscured the sun, and oppressive pressure weighed down upon the East Sea. Kunpeng and Bai Ze led hundreds of millions of demons to invade. As the giant demons flapped their wings, their shadows covered the sea, their might swallowing thousands of miles.

The East Sea was plunged into darkness, and the aquatic races fled into the deep sea to escape the disaster. To the cultivators of the Purple Mansion Continent, this scene resembled the arrival of the apocalypse.

The shadow of death loomed over every cultivator in the Purple Mansion Continent.

Donghuang Taiyi waved his hand and ordered the Demon Saints to lead tens of thousands of Demon Kings to dive down. Amidst the brilliant immortal light, killing intent surged towards the heavens. In an instant, millions of cultivators fell in the Penglai sea area, creating a horrifying scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Damn demons! Dong Wang Gong glared at Donghuang Taiyi on the other side of the battlefield. Seeing his subordinates being slaughtered by Bai Ze and other Demon Saints, he wished he could personally kill his enemies. Unfortunately, Donghuang Taiyi was a formidable opponent, and the Chaos Bell could descend at any moment—this god of war among demons was known to be invincible below the Saint level, and his terrifying strength had been evident in their last encounter.

Quickly go to Shouyang Mountain and inform the guest official Lin Fan! Dong Wang Gong urgently ordered a cultivator. The demon's surprise attack came without warning, and now only Lin Fan could save the Purple Mansion Continent. The cultivator received the order and stealthily moved, but the moment he left the formation, he was struck by immortal light and turned to dust.

Hahaha! Donghuang Taiyi sneered, You're still hoping for that brat Lin Fan even when death is at your doorstep? He will never come.

Di Jun spoke in a deep voice, Dong Wang Gong, if you surrender, you will be enfeoffed as a Demon God in the Heavenly Court.

Dong Wang Gong was formed from the first ray of young yang energy when the Great Desolation first opened, making him a supreme innate god.

His talent and cultivation far surpassed those of the Demon Saints under him.

If they could persuade him to surrender and bring the Purple Mansion Continent under the rule of the Demon Court, the strength of the demon race would undoubtedly advance by leaps and bounds.

Di Jun, say no more! I am the foremost male immortal personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, the legitimate successor of destiny. How could I associate with creatures born of moisture and eggs!

Dong Wang Gong rebuked sternly, the dragon-headed staff in his hand erupted with divine light.

Better to die than surrender!

His voice shook the nine heavens, and the immortal generals of the Purple Mansion Continent were filled with righteous indignation.

He actually withstood a round of fierce attacks.

Di Jun's expression turned cold.

Donghuang Taiyi did not hesitate to unleash the Chaos Bell, golden light engulfing heaven and earth, time and space trembling.

Dong Wang Gong's physical body shattered on the spot.

Though he was reborn from his blood, his face was already as pale as gold paper.

Before the Innate Supreme Treasure, he was utterly defenseless.

Today is the day you die!

Just as Taiyi was about to take his life, blood-red light suddenly surged across the sky.

"Big Brother?"

"Those barbarians actually attacked the Heavenly Court!"

Di Jun roared. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were leading tens of millions of the Witch Race, slaughtering their way through the South Heaven Gate and heading straight for the Thirty-Third Heaven.

Numerous Great Powers of the Great Desolation awoke in shock:

"Why would the Witch Race launch a surprise attack at this time?"

"The Demon Race's expedition was extremely secretive; how did they find out?"

Rewritten as:

With the Heavenly Court emptying its forces, its interior was vulnerable. The Demon Race was now facing a potential catastrophe.

Many Great Powers of the Great Desolation were greatly shocked. Originally, they believed that under the Demon Race's powerful offensive, Purple Mansion Continent would be annihilated.

Now, the situation had taken a turn. Unless the Demon Race was willing to abandon the Heavenly Court and let the Witch Race destroy it, but was that possible? The Solar Star was the foundation of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

They would never abandon the Heavenly Court to eliminate Dong Wang Gong.

The Witch Race actually chose this moment to strike.

In the Yaochi Immortal Realm, the Queen Mother of the West gazed at the Heavenly Court, her face filled with surprise. Just as the Demon Race was fully attacking Purple Mansion Continent, the Witch Race had suddenly attacked the Heavenly Court, which was truly unexpected.

This way, Purple Mansion Continent was saved.

Looking at the surging malevolent energy, killing intent, and blood-red light filling the sky above the Heavenly Court, the Queen Mother of the West couldn't help but feel a tremor of fear.

The Demon Race would surely suffer heavy losses this time, perhaps even more severe than during the first Witch-Demon War.

On Kunlun Mountain, Laozi and Yuanshi stared in the direction of the Heavenly Court, their eyes wide with shock.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches? How is this possible?"

Before the Demon Race attacked Purple Mansion Continent, they had clearly used their magic to conceal the Heavenly Secrets. Even Lin Fan couldn't have detected it; how did these dull Witch Race members find out?

"Detestable!"

Laozi gritted his teeth. As supreme Saints who perceived all things, they had been deceived by a group of Ancestral Witches.

At this moment, in Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's brow was also furrowed, his expression grim.

"Why has the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao changed again?"

As far as he knew, the Witch Race and Purple Mansion Continent had no prior connection. Why would the Witch Race know of Purple Mansion Continent's plight? He had even directly suppressed the Witch Race to boost the Demon Race's power, yet changes continued to occur.

Hongjun activated the power of the Heavenly Dao, tracing back through the river of time to investigate, but found nothing.

Such a variable was truly bizarre.

Hongjun felt it was troublesome. It seemed that to ensure the smooth progression of the Great Tribulation, he had to act quickly to weaken the Witch Race.

And at this moment, above Purple Mansion Continent...

The changes in the Heavenly Court alarmed many Demon Saints and Demon Gods.

The subordinates and relatives left behind in the palaces had all suffered calamities, and the Demon Race powerhouses in the battle formation were all in disarray.

"Imperial Brother, what should we do?"

Donghuang Taiyi's face was ashen, his fists clenched so white they were almost translucent.

He had already cursed the Three Pure Ones a thousand times in his heart—their promise to conceal the Heavenly Secrets had turned out to be empty talk, and even the reckless Witch Race knew the inside story.

"Recall the troops and return to the Heavenly Court."

Di Jun's sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted. Despite his unwillingness, he decisively issued the order.

As tempting as Purple Mansion Continent was, it was ultimately no match for the foundation of the Heavenly Court. If the Witch Race were allowed to destroy the order of the Myriad Stars, the Demon Race's millennium-long foundation would be ruined.

The demon gods felt as if they had received a great pardon and hastily rode their demon clouds back. In an instant, hundreds of millions of demon soldiers retreated like a receding tide towards the Thirty-Third Heaven.

Before departing, Donghuang cast a deep, lingering gaze at Dong Wang Gong's location, then transformed into a golden light and soared away.

The immortal soldiers of Purple Mansion Continent stood stunned, then embraced each other in joy.

A seemingly certain death situation unexpectedly revealed a glimmer of hope, and the danger of the collapsing nest was inexplicably resolved.

The Witch Race attacking the Heavens?!

A Quasi-Saint, gazing at the blood-red sky, laughed heartily: "Exhilarating! I never thought the Demon Race would ever face such a day."

Dong Wang Gong, clutching his chest and regulating his breathing, a thoughtful expression appearing on his pale face.

He knew something was amiss—the Demon Race had mobilized their entire clan this time, even bringing out a supreme treasure like the Chaos Bell. How could they let the Witch Race break through so easily?

It must have been arranged in secret by Lin Fan, who had once promised to help.

Above the Heavenly Court, billions of demons were slaughtered, with hardly any survivors.

Blood stained the Heavenly Palace; this once glorious edifice had now become an endless hell.

The sounds of countless Witch Race warriors' battles echoed through the cosmos, and even the majestic Demon Emperor's Palace crumbled under their iron hooves.

This stratagem by the Witch Race was truly a divine move.

After this battle, the Demon Race would likely be crippled.

Witnessing the tragic state of the Heavenly Court, numerous powerful beings of the Great Desolation were all shocked.

The majesty of Pangu's lineage was indeed well-earned.

They might remain inactive, but when they moved, it was with the force of thunder.

After this battle, the foundations of the Heavenly Court might be shaken.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's faces were as cold as iron.

"Dijiang! How dare you be so audacious!"

"Haha, old Di Jun, you've returned just in time!"

Standing amidst the ruins, Dijiang burst into laughter.

Zhurong casually waved his hand, and a Great Luo Golden Immortal-level great demon instantly turned to dust.

Gonggong also struck with thunderous force, and two great demons had their physical bodies and Primordial Spirits destroyed on the spot.

Such ruthless methods, seemed to vent all the resentment they had harbored from being controlled by Lin Fan that day.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were almost enraged to the point of spitting blood.

Donghuang Taiyi furiously activated the Chaos Bell, its golden divine radiance causing heaven and earth to lose their color.

Di Jun also unleashed the River Diagram and Luo Script, giving it his all.

Ever since condensing his Primordial Spirit, Dijiang had not only possessed extraordinary intelligence, but his physical strength had also doubled due to the Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique.

At this moment, he showed no fear even when facing an Innate Supreme Treasure.

With a palm strike, he actually forced the Chaos Bell back.

Repelling a supreme treasure with his bare hands, he was indeed this formidable!

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were secretly alarmed.

When did Dijiang acquire such divine might?

"Since the generous gift has been delivered, this seat will not keep you company any longer."

Dijiang sneered and ordered his troops to withdraw.

This surprise attack, not only severely damaged the Demon Race's foundation, but also caused their strength to decline by thirty percent, a truly glorious outcome.

Under the blood-red sky, Di Jun held the broken River Diagram and Luo Script, his fingertips digging into his palm. His demon eyes reflected the blood-stained palace, and the three thousand jade steps were all covered in shattered remnants of magical artifacts. The cracks on the Chaos Bell spread across Taiyi's pale face, and the lingering echoes of the bell's chime still carried the roar of Ancestral Witch Houtu crushing the South Heaven Gate.

"Your Majesty! Ji Meng's broken dragon horn is dripping blood, the scales of the infant son in his arms are turning to ash inch by inch, and those Ancestral Witches... they didn't even spare the young demons who hadn't yet taken human form..."

The blood grooves on the Demon Sages' weapons were still steaming with malevolent energy, when Bai Ze's tortoise shell suddenly cracked before Di Jun. The divination indicated that the Pangu Will atop Buzhou Mountain was awakening, and the Zixiao Palace, thirty-three layers of heaven away, suddenly churned with clouds and mist. Di Jun abruptly pressed down on the brand of the Immortal Slaying Gourd on his chest—this was a restriction left by the Dao Ancestor during his last admonishment.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Zhurong's Heavenly Fire of the Capital in his palm continued to devour demon cores and residual souls. "Listen well, old Di Jun! This sea of fire will overturn half of your heavenly palace and melt your golden plaque into molten iron. Next time, there won't even be bricks and tiles left of your bird's nest!"

Gonggong suddenly placed a hand on Zhurong's shoulder, and the bloodlines of the twelve Ancestral Witches vibrated in unison. They heard Lin Fan's words from years ago by the Sea of Blood: "When the Myriad Stars are all dyed red, it will be time to stop." Xuanming's bone whip coiled around the blood-crazed Witch soldiers, and Houtu raised her hand, shattering the spatial rifts leading to the human world—those fleeing young demons finally had a chance to fall into reincarnation.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, the Golden Bridge of the Taiji Diagram suddenly spanned the Great Desolation. Laojun's voice, mixed with the purple smoke from his alchemy furnace, carried over: "Does the Heavenly Emperor remember what this humble one said? The Heavenly Marriage is the key to breaking the deadlock?" At the same time, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk materialized in the Netherworld. Houtu looked toward the depths of the Sea of Blood with a sense of premonition, where a stone tablet left by Lin Fan years ago was emitting a faint light.

The Heavenly Court's Scheme

Di Jun's expression sharpened. He immediately stepped out of the Heavenly Gate and rode the clouds straight towards Kunlun.

Outside Laozi's dojo, the auspicious light had just subsided. Di Jun straightened his robes and stood solemnly: "Di Jun seeks an audience with the Taiqing Saint."

The palace gates opened without wind. Amidst the swirling purple energy, Di Jun stepped in, cupped his hands, and said: "The Heavenly Secrets that the Saint obscured should have been foolproof. Why did the Witch Race know of our surprise attack on Purple Mansion Continent in advance?"

His words carried a subtle barb. He had personally gone to Kunlun to ask Laozi to conceal the Heavenly Secrets, precisely to prevent Lin Fan from noticing. Who would have expected the Witch Race army to descend like divine soldiers, causing heavy losses to the Demon Race?