Haotian Stops the War, Witch and Demon Disperse!

Haotian's expression turned solemn as he bowed toward the Chaos Void: "Disciple obeys the master's command! I will not fail this mission!"

He reached out and grasped the Purple Bamboo Staff, feeling a warm surge of Dao Power flow through the staff into his body, deepening his comprehension of the laws.

Then, with a single step, space folded instantly.

He did not use teleportation; instead, as a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, he crossed endless time and space in one stride and arrived at Zhou Mountain.

At the same time, he abruptly released his pressure.

It was no longer the previous serenity, but an oppressive force carrying the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.

The members of the Witch-Demon Two Clans instantly felt their knees go weak. Some who had just broken through to the Great Luo realm collapsed to the ground, unable even to lift their heads.

Taiyi refused to be suppressed. Gritting his teeth, he urged the Eastern Emperor Bell, trying to resist with the power of an Innate Supreme Treasure.

But the moment the Eastern Emperor Bell let out a single chime, Haotian's pressure slammed it down.

The chime cut off abruptly, and even the bell's body trembled slightly, its divine light dimming considerably.

Taiyi's face turned pale, and the last shred of hope in his heart vanished.

The power of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin was simply beyond his ability to contend with.

Haotian looked down upon the Witch-Demon crowd below, his voice calm yet carrying an unquestionable authority.

"All of you, in your reckless waging of war, have already created boundless slaughter."

"The Karmic Debt you have incurred is enough to affect the fortune of your races. If you continue fighting, it will only bring mutual destruction. How can you speak of contending for the orthodox rule of the Primordial Wilderness?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the battlefield, his tone growing heavier.

"Look at your kin beside you. Some have no remains left, some have had their souls scattered. Are these sacrifices truly the outcome you desire?"

"According to the will of my master, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the Witch-Demon Two Clans shall not stir up conflict for ten thousand Yuanhui."

"If anyone disobeys, they will be opposing the Heavenly Dao itself. Do not blame me for being unkind."

As his words fell, Haotian released another surge of his Origin pressure, firmly suppressing Dijun, Dijiang, and the others.

Feeling the pressure on his neck, Dijun was unwilling inside but knew he could not clash head-on. Rolling his eyes, he looked at Dijiang and spoke with a mocking tone: "My Demon Race is willing to cease hostilities. I just wonder if certain clans that pride themselves on their strength are also willing to back down?"

Dijiang's face darkened, and the Space Law around him rippled again.

He was already dissatisfied with the interruption of the battle, and Dijun's provocation only stoked his anger further.

Zhurong could not hold back and roared: "On what grounds should we stop fighting? If I don't drive your Demon Race back to their lair today, I, Zhurong, swear I will not rest!"

Gonggong chimed in, stirring up great waves in the river.

Haotian frowned slightly. He knew that although the Witch Clan had restrained their edge, they were still unconvinced inside.

If he did not completely dispel their notions, there would likely be chaos within the ten thousand Yuanhui.

Thus, after releasing another wave of pressure to firmly suppress the Witch Clan, he transmitted his voice to Dijiang, the sound echoing directly in the other's Sea of Consciousness.

"Daoist Dijiang, I know your Witch Clan has the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation as a trump card, and I know you intend to use it to contend with sages."

"But what you condense is ultimately only an incarnation of Pangu's true body, not the genuine power of Pangu."

"This formation can at most match an ordinary sage, but suppressing it would be effortless for me."

"If I can do it, then my master, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, can do it even more easily."

"If you insist on making a move, the consequences may be more than the Witch Clan can bear."

Dijiang, who was resisting the pressure, heard these words. His pupils contracted sharply, and his body froze in place.

The Dutian Divine Fiend Formation was the Witch Clan's highest secret, known only to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. How could Haotian know of it?

He turned to look at the other Ancestral Witches and found Xuanming, Houtu, and the others equally shocked. Clearly, they had also heard Haotian's transmission.

Zhurong and Gonggong's fury instantly extinguished, leaving only pallor on their faces.

They finally understood that their opponent was not only immensely powerful but had also uncovered the Witch Clan's hidden card.

If they forced a fight, it might truly doom the Witch Clan to eternal ruin.

Dijiang took a deep breath, suppressing the unwillingness in his heart.

He knew that Haotian was saving face for the Witch Clan. If they remained obstinate, they would only bring humiliation upon themselves.

So, after glaring fiercely at Dijun, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Today, I'll spare you feathered vermin! After ten thousand Yuanhui, my Witch Clan will settle old and new grudges with you!"

With those words, Dijiang did not linger. He turned and led the other eleven Ancestral Witches and the Witch Clan army away, their movements swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

Dijun watched the Witch Clan's retreating backs, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

He had hoped to use Haotian's hand to teach the Witch Clan a lesson, but instead, they had simply cowered.

He dared not say anything more and quickly bowed to Haotian.

"Thank you, Sage Lord, for mediating. My Demon Race will surely abide by the ten-thousand-Yuanhui ceasefire agreement."

Having said this, Dijun also led the Demon Race army in withdrawing from the battlefield.

Thus, the first Witch-Demon War, which had lasted for several thousand years, officially came to an end.

Haotian gazed at the empty battlefield, then turned his head to look at the towering Buzhou Mountain not far away.

At this moment, Buzhou Mountain still stood tall and straight, shrouded in mist and clouds. No one could have imagined that a great calamity would occur here in the future.

But since he was already here, if this disaster could be prevented, it naturally should be.

With this thought, after taking a deep look at the mountain before him, Haotian prepared to leave.

Just then, however, a law aura that was both familiar and unfamiliar suddenly burst forth from the core of Buzhou Mountain.

Sensing this aura that seemed to be drawing him in, Haotian thought for a moment, then took a single step and arrived at the mountain's core.

With his current cultivation, he was already capable of handling most dangers, especially here in the Primordial Wilderness.

Upon arriving at the core, a law aura far more ancient and profound than the Chaos Airflow enveloped him like warm, flowing water.

This aura was not as sharply extreme as the Ancestral Witch's laws, nor as majestic and cold as the Heavenly Dao's laws. Instead, it carried the vicissitudes and inclusiveness of the creation of heaven and earth.

It was as if the very origin of the entire Primordial Wilderness was condensed here—an aura uniquely belonging to Pangu, bearing the imprints of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Haotian looked down. Beneath his feet was the Mysterious Yellow Stone Wall deep within Buzhou Mountain's core.

The stone wall was naturally covered in faint, blurred patterns. Upon closer inspection, those patterns turned out to be half-hidden law runes.

The heavy yellow patterns of the Earth Law, the crimson flame marks of Fire, the flowing green light of Wind, the purple-gold lightning patterns of Thunder... a full three thousand runes of different colors and forms interwove and scattered about.

There was even a faint, elusive trace of time flow, subtly resonating with the pale silver light around him, forming a miniature map of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

"It truly is the aura of Great God Pangu, carrying the imprints of the Three Thousand Laws."

Haotian was certain in his heart. He raised a hand to straighten the collar of his Dark Green Daoist robe.

Then, facing the empty core area, he bowed deeply, his voice respectful but not timid.

"This junior, Haotian, pays respects to Great God Pangu. This junior does not know why the Great God has summoned him. Is there a command?"

The moment his voice fell, the void before the stone wall suddenly rippled, and a phantom figure about ten feet tall slowly condensed.

This phantom was surrounded by Seven-colored Rosy Clouds, within which three thousand tiny law runes floated and sank.

There were concrete Five Elements runes and abstract runes of cause, effect, and fate.

Though its face was indistinct, one could feel an aura of creating heaven and earth and commanding all Daos.

This was Pangu's remaining final thought incarnation, bearing the memories of the Three Thousand Laws.

"Heh, you little one are far more perceptive than those three silent gourds, the Three Pure Ones. You could detect the imprints of the Three Thousand Laws at a single glance."

The Pangu Phantom's voice was not like thunder, but rather like a clear spring flowing through a mountain, its gentle tone carrying a hint of laughter.

"No need for such formalities. This incarnation of mine won't last long either. Calling you here is merely to have a chat with you, young friend."

Haotian bowed in response. "To be able to converse with the Great God and witness the true form of the Three Thousand Laws is this junior's fortune. If the Great God has questions, this junior will speak of all he knows without reservation."

"Then let's talk about the Witch and Demon clans." The Pangu Phantom slowly drifted over to sit on a protruding section of the stone wall, its tone suddenly growing heavier.

"You have long roamed the Primordial Wilderness. You should have seen the direction the Witch-Demon Two Clans are heading."

"They were born from my bloodline, yet they have strayed from the original purpose of guarding the Primordial Wilderness. What kind of end will they ultimately meet?"