Haotian's expression turned solemn as he bowed toward the Chaos Void. "This disciple obeys Master's command! I will not fail the mission!"
He reached out and gripped the Purple Bamboo Staff, feeling a warm current of Dao Power flow into his body through the staff, deepening his comprehension of the laws.
Then he took a step, and space instantly folded.
He did not use teleportation. Instead, with the cultivation of a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal, he crossed endless space and time in a single step and arrived at Zhou Mountain.
At the same time, the pressure surrounding him suddenly erupted.
It was no longer the previous peaceful aura, but an oppressive force carrying the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.
The members of the Witch-Demon Two Clans instantly felt their knees weaken under the pressure. Some who had only recently broken through to Great Luo even dropped straight to their knees, unable to lift their heads.
Taiyi was unwilling to be suppressed. Gritting his teeth, he activated the Eastern Emperor Bell, attempting to resist with the might of an Innate Supreme Treasure.
But the Eastern Emperor Bell had barely sounded when Haotian's pressure viciously forced it down.
The tolling stopped abruptly. Even the bell itself trembled slightly, and its treasure light dimmed considerably.
Taiyi's face turned deathly pale, and the last trace of hope in his heart vanished completely.
The power of a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal was simply not something he could contend against.
Haotian looked down at the members of the Witch and Demon Clans below, his voice calm yet carrying unquestionable authority.
"Everyone, you have rashly raised arms and already caused boundless slaughter."
"The Karmic Debt you have incurred is enough to affect your clans' Fortune. If you continue fighting, both sides will only suffer losses. How can you speak of contending for the rightful rule of the Primordial Wilderness?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the corpses scattered across the battlefield as his tone grew graver.
"Look at your fellow clansmen. Some have been reduced to nothing but bones, while others have had their souls scattered. Is this sacrifice truly the outcome you desire?"
"By the will of my master, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the Witch-Demon Two Clans are forbidden from starting another conflict for ten thousand Yuanhui."
"Those who defy this shall become enemies of the Heavenly Dao. Do not blame me for showing no mercy."
As his words fell, Haotian released another thread of Hunyuan pressure, firmly suppressing Dijun, Dijiang, and the others.
Feeling the pressure around his neck, Dijun was unwilling, but he knew he could not confront Haotian head-on.
His eyes shifted as he looked at Dijiang, his tone dripping with mockery. "My Demon Clan is willing to cease the war. I just wonder whether certain clans that pride themselves on their strength are willing to stop as well?"
Dijiang's expression darkened, and the Space Law around him stirred once more.
He had already been dissatisfied at having the battle interrupted. Now that Dijun had provoked him, the anger in his heart burned even hotter.
Zhurong could not hold back his roar. "Why should we stop fighting? If I don't beat you Demon Clan bastards back to your nests today, I, Zhurong, swear I will never rest!"
Gonggong echoed him, drawing upon the river waters and sending towering waves crashing upward.
Haotian frowned slightly. He knew that although the Witch Clan had restrained themselves, they still refused to accept the outcome.
If he did not completely crush that thought, chaos would likely break out again within the ten thousand Yuanhui.
Thus, after releasing another wave of pressure to firmly suppress the Witch Clan, he transmitted his voice to Dijiang, speaking directly within his sea of consciousness.
"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, I know your Witch Clan possesses the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation as its trump card, and I also know you wish to use it to contend against Saints."
"But what you gather is ultimately only an incarnation of the Pangu True Body, not the true power of Pangu."
"This Formation can at most contend against an ordinary Saint. Yet suppressing it would be as easy as turning my hand for me."
"If I can do it, then my master, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, can do so even more easily."
"If you insist on acting, the consequences may not be something the Witch Clan can bear."
Dijiang, who had been resisting the pressure, heard those words and his pupils suddenly contracted. His body instantly stiffened.
The Dutian Divine Fiend Formation was the Witch Clan's greatest secret. Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew of it. How did Haotian know?
He turned to look at the other Ancestral Witches and found Xuanming, Houtu, and the others equally shocked. Clearly, they had heard Haotian's transmission as well.
The fury on Zhurong and Gonggong's faces instantly extinguished, leaving only pallor behind.
They finally understood that not only was their opponent extraordinarily powerful, but he had also thoroughly uncovered the Witch Clan's trump card.
If they forcibly fought on, the Witch Clan might truly be doomed beyond redemption.
Dijiang took a deep breath and suppressed the unwillingness in his heart.
He knew Haotian was leaving the Witch Clan some dignity. If he still failed to appreciate the gesture, he would only humiliate himself.
Thus, after shooting Dijun a vicious glare, he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I'll spare you feathered vermin today! After ten thousand Yuanhui, my Witch Clan will settle both old and new grudges with you!"
With that, Dijiang did not linger. He led the other eleven Ancestral Witches and the Witch Clan army away, his movements clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Watching the Witch Clan depart, disappointment flashed through Dijun's eyes.
He had wanted to use Haotian's hand to put the Witch Clan in its place, but he had not expected them to surrender so readily.
He did not dare say anything more and hurriedly bowed to Haotian.
"Thank you, Sage Lord, for mediating. My Demon Clan will certainly uphold the agreement to cease hostilities for ten thousand Yuanhui."
After saying that, Dijun also led the Demon Clan army away from the battlefield.
Thus, the first Witch-Demon War, which had lasted several thousand years, officially came to an end.
Haotian looked over the empty battlefield, then turned his gaze toward the towering Buzhou Mountain in the distance.
Zhou Mountain still stood tall beneath its veils of cloud and mist. No one could have imagined that a great catastrophe would one day occur there.
But since he was already here, he naturally had to prevent that calamity if he could.
With that thought, Haotian gave Zhou Mountain one last deep look and prepared to leave.
But at that moment, an aura of law both familiar and unfamiliar suddenly burst forth from the core of Zhou Mountain.
Looking at the aura that seemed to be calling to him, Haotian considered it for a moment before taking a step and arriving at the heart of Zhou Mountain.
With his current cultivation, he was already capable of handling most dangers, not to mention that this was the Primordial Wilderness.
The moment he arrived at the core, an aura of law far older and heavier than Chaos Airflow wrapped around him like gentle flowing water.
This aura was not as sharp as the laws of the Ancestral Witches, nor was it as majestic and cold as the Heavenly Dao Law. Instead, it carried the ancient weight and tolerance left behind after the creation of heaven and earth.
It was as if the Origin of the entire Primordial Wilderness had been condensed here—an aura belonging solely to Pangu, carrying the imprints of the Three Thousand Great Daos.
Haotian lowered his eyes and saw the Mysterious Yellow Stone Wall deep beneath the core of Zhou Mountain.
The stone wall was naturally carved with hazy patterns. Upon closer inspection, those patterns turned out to be faintly visible law runes.
The heavy yellow patterns of Earth Law, the crimson flame marks of the Fire Element, the flowing green radiance of wind laws, the violet-gold lightning patterns of thunder laws... three thousand types of runes in different colors and forms intertwined chaotically.
There were even faint traces of time's flow, resonating subtly with the light silver streams of light around him, forming a miniature map of the Three Thousand Great Daos.
"As expected, it is the aura of Great God Pangu, carrying the imprints of the Three Thousand Laws."
Certain of it, Haotian raised a hand to straighten the collar of his dark green Daoist robe.
Then he gave a deep bow toward the empty core, his voice respectful but neither timid nor servile.
"This junior, Haotian, greets Great God Pangu. This junior does not know why you summoned me. Do you have any instructions?"
The instant his words fell, ripples suddenly spread through the void before the stone wall, and a phantom roughly ten feet tall slowly condensed.
Seven-colored Rosy Clouds swirled around the phantom, while three thousand tiny law runes drifted within the clouds.
There were tangible Five Elements runes, as well as abstract runes of karma, fate, and destiny.
Though its face was indistinct, it radiated an air of having created heaven and earth and commanded all Daos.
It was Pangu's final remnant of will, an incarnation carrying the memories of the Three Thousand Laws.
"Hehe, little fellow, you are more perceptive than those three stuffy Three Pure Ones. You actually noticed the imprints of the Three Thousand Laws at a glance."
The Pangu Phantom's voice was not like thunder. Instead, it resembled a clear mountain spring, gentle and carrying a hint of amusement.
"No need for such formality. This incarnation of mine cannot last much longer. I called you here merely to have a chat with you, little friend."
Haotian bowed and replied, "It is this junior's fortune to speak with Great God Pangu and witness the true forms of the Three Thousand Laws. If you have anything you wish to ask, this junior will answer all he knows."
"Then let us speak of the Witches and Demons." The Pangu Phantom slowly drifted onto a protruding section of the stone wall and sat down, his tone suddenly growing heavier.
"You have traveled throughout the Primordial Wilderness for many years. You should have seen clearly where the Witch-Demon Two Clans are headed."
"They were born from my bloodline, yet they have strayed from the original purpose of protecting the Primordial Wilderness. What ending will they ultimately meet?"
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