Immersive Spoilers

When Xiang Dong first grasped the principles of light and Creation, he had experimented with making a light screen. Using the principles behind a display, he then processed points, lines, and surfaces to create images.

Back then, Xiang Dong had set the tone: whatever he wanted to watch, he would make up himself, and whatever rumors he wanted to spread, he would make those up too. Now was the perfect time to spin a wild tale.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't a wild tale, because this was the ultimate fate of the Three Primordial Clans as he knew it.

Xiang Dong poured all his will, the power of his Primordial Spirit, and his Power of Principle—nearly everything he had—into the light screen.

And so, the light screen, constructed from the combined power of countless sunflowers and the Pure World White Lotus, slowly unfurled before the three clans and even the countless living beings of the Primordial World.

He was going to play director and give these so-called protagonists of the Kalpa an immersive "spoiler," letting them see their own defeat MVP results screen in advance.

First, Xiang Dong had to gather information and footage based on the current state of the battle, then arrange and edit the images, process the lighting and shadows, and develop the subsequent plot, among other things.

Oh, and he had to add special effects. There was a whole pile of things to deal with.

It was his first attempt, and he had plunged straight into an epic war. Xiang Dong was flustered as one problem after another cropped up.

The biggest problem was insufficient computing power, making it difficult to render the images realistically enough.

If he couldn't make the Ancestral Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, and Primordial Qilin believe that the images they saw were real, how would they ever let the matter rest?

Although Xiang Dong now had a main account and an alt, making him something like a dual-core processor, he still had only one Primordial Spirit, and his strength was at most at the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Even though his alt was in Pangu Hall and could draw on Pangu's Pressure to handle some of the processing, Xiang Dong's Primordial Spirit remained under an unbearable strain.

So after the light screen appeared, it remained in a state of poor reception, with snow flickering across the entire screen.

Inside Pangu Hall, Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Houtu, and the other Ancestral Witches all reached out to help after noticing what Xiang Dong was doing.

"Eldest brother, second brother, little brother seems to be trying to do something, but his Primordial Spirit is still too weak to keep it up. He needs our help."

Houtu was the most thoughtful and steady of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. After Xiang Dong's alt drew on Pangu's Pressure, the flesh cocoon's presence had continued to weaken, and she immediately realized that he needed help.

"Although I don't know what little brother is trying to do, whatever it is, we must support him with all our strength."

"That's right. Little brother became so weak because of us. Whatever he wants to do, of course we have to help him."

Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin supported Xiang Dong without reservation, regardless of the reason.

They poured their Primordial Spirits and their Power of Principle into Xiang Dong's flesh cocoon.

The other Ancestral Witches did the same, but they had yet to be born and couldn't help much. The only thing they could do was concentrate the power of their Primordial Spirits on Xiang Dong.

Originally, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had no Primordial Spirits after they were born, so their Twelve-Capital Gods and Fiends Formation could only condense Pangu's true body, summoning a phantom or the true body of Pangu.

As for the Three Pure Ones, who were formed from a Primordial Spirit, they could theoretically summon Pangu's Primordial Spirit as well. Unfortunately, their brotherly bond was never as pure as that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, one family loving and cherishing one another—yet they had begun dividing the family before becoming Sages. After becoming Heavenly Dao Sages, their relationship only grew worse, until they ultimately turned weapons on their own kin.

So the Three Pure Ones joining forces to summon Pangu's Primordial Spirit was nothing more than an unrealistic dream, one that was ultimately difficult to realize.

But now, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches possessing both complete bodies and Primordial Spirits, a miracle occurred when all their power was concentrated on Xiang Dong's alt.

A phantom appeared above the little flesh cocoon formed from Pangu Heart Blood and Jade Marrow. Although its face was completely indistinct, the moment the figure appeared, the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew it was their Father God.

"Father God!"

"Look, it's Father God!"

"Stop shouting, I can see him."

"But Father God's figure is too faint."

"There's nothing we can do. Little brother and the rest of us are still far too weak. It's hard enough to condense Father God's phantom, let alone bring out one ten-thousandth of his power."

Di Jiang and Houtu both knew that the reason lay with them. If they had been stronger, Pangu's phantom would not have been like this.

But although it could not bring out one ten-thousandth of Pangu's strength, the moment his phantom appeared, another change occurred on Buzhou Mountain. The pressure that filled and shrouded the mountain gathered toward the light screen along with Pangu's phantom.

"Pangu? It's actually Great God Pangu?"

"Great God Pangu made that light screen. No wonder..."

That unmistakable Pangu's Pressure made every living being understand the phantom's identity. This also explained why the light screen possessed such a powerful purifying light and could appear before every living being.

Wasn't it only natural for Great God Pangu, who had split heaven and earth apart, to possess such an ability?

Pangu's phantom merged into the light screen, bringing Pangu's Pressure with it. It backed Xiang Dong up, adding credibility, while also solving the problem of computing power.

Having shown little activity since the war among the three clans began, it sent down Heavenly Dao Power, which merged into the light screen and completely resolved its problems.

Light and shadow flowed across the screen, and clear images began to emerge, accompanied by sound.

"Hello, hello, hello. Testing, testing. Can everyone see and hear me?"

No one responded, and the scene was a little awkward. But as long as he wasn't embarrassed, the embarrassment belonged to someone else.

Xiang Dong hurried to make the most of his time. Every second he maintained the light screen was no small drain on him.

The image that appeared in the light screen was the southern continent where they were at that very moment, but it was even more devastated and deathly silent.

Scenes of a devastating conflict flashed rapidly across the light screen: it had engulfed nearly the entire Primordial World, brought calamity upon countless living beings, lasted several Yuanhui, and plunged living beings into misery.

Yes, it was playing at thirty-two times speed, using the footage Xiang Dong had seen earlier, when he had been neither quite dreaming nor quite awake. Playback at that speed had no effect at all on these beings with Primordial Spirits; even if it were faster, they could still take in the information.

To suit the occasion, Xiang Dong had even added BGM.

Flowers bloom and fade, flowers fill the sky; you flicker in and out of sight.

Oh, no, the Great Ming funeral march didn't seem quite right for the occasion.

So Xiang Dong switched to another song, a guitar version of "Within the Painting." It was so mournful and heartrending.

The members of the three clans and the other living beings couldn't help shedding little pearls, but the three overlords grew more alarmed the longer they watched. They saw more, and could dimly make out the scheming behind it all.

They had all been plotted against.