The True Decisive Battle!

However, the moment he took a step forward, Dijang blocked his path.

"Your opponent is me!"

"Since you're seeking death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Dijun's face darkened as a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—the River Diagram and Luo Book—appeared in his hand.

At the same time, the major Demon Race experts were each entangled by the Great Witches.

Fortunately, Demon Race forces scattered across the Primordial Wilderness steadily arrived to provide reinforcements.

Relying on their advantage in numbers among high-level combatants, the Demon Race's Grand Unity Golden Immortals swiftly besieged the Witch Race's Great Witches.

Basically, every Great Witch had to face several Demon Race experts.

Even so, a large number of Demon Race combatants remained unused.

Fortunately, Dijun and Taiyi had only just broken through to the late Quasi-Saint stage and could not yet fully wield their strength.

Because of this, several Ancestral Witches were able to free themselves to support the other battlefields.

For a time, the Wu and Yao Races descended into a chaotic melee.

Countless bodies fell in heaps, and blood continuously gathered, gradually staining the earth red and forming a lake of blood!

"Clang—clang—clang—!"

The Chaos Bell rang once more. A world-destroying aura spread outward from Eastern Emperor Taiyi, enveloping an area of countless trillions of miles around Buzhou Mountain.

Around the bell's body, the sun, moon, stars, wind, earth, water, and fire revolved, while brilliant light illuminated the Myriad Worlds.

That terrifying pressure, as though heaven and earth were collapsing, shook the souls of the observing great powers.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Facing such a terrifying aura, the Witch Race did not retreat. Instead, their fighting spirit surged, their baleful aura piercing the heavens and filling hundreds of millions of miles of void.

Ancestral Witch and Great Witch true bodies, hundreds of thousands and millions of zhang tall, strode upon mountains and rivers, wore stars and moons, and unleashed divine abilities like a raging tide!

"Boom—boom—boom—!"

Towering energy storms churned without end, while battle cries shook more than half of the Primordial Wilderness!

Witnessing such a heaven-shaking battle, every onlooker trembled in fear.

"Too terrifying! How could this resemble a battle between the early and late Quasi-Saint stages?"

"Hiss—how horrifying! If I were up there, I'd probably be reduced to ashes in a single strike."

"The Primordial Wilderness is truly dangerous. It's better to return to the mountains for Closed Door Meditation."

"Even their combat power is so terrifying. Just how strong must Saint Tongtian, who can suppress them, be?"

This great battle lasted for several hundred years.

As both sides continuously committed more troops, the situation gradually tilted toward the Demon Race.

There was no helping it. In terms of numbers, Demon Race cultivators numbered in the hundreds of millions.

Even if the Witch Race could fight one against ten, they still found it difficult to contend with them in the end.

Moreover, there were the Ten Great Demon Gods and quite a few of the Three Thousand Mortal World Guests among them.

Although most were only Grand Unity Golden Immortals, a small number had already broken through to the early Quasi-Saint stage.

As a result, the remaining Ancestral Witches had no choice but to personally take action.

Otherwise, if Quasi-Saint great powers were allowed to deal with lower-realm opponents, it would be like tigers charging into a flock of sheep. The consequences would be unimaginable.

The casualties would be unimaginably severe.

Seeing the battle situation worsening, Dijang's heart tightened, and he immediately shouted:

"Brothers, form the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation!"

Before his words had even faded, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together in perfect coordination.

Their hands formed seals, and their incantations moved in unison as they began to set up the formation.

The next moment, their auras blended together, indistinguishable from one another.

Judging by their presence alone, they were practically one person.

At the same time, baleful energy between heaven and earth surged wildly toward them, shrouding the entire Witch Race.

Then, a great formation overflowing with baleful energy took shape.

Its power was almost comparable to the descent of a Saint, sending countless people into terrified shock.

Dijun and Taiyi's expressions changed as a sense of foreboding rose in their hearts.

"Pangu True Body, condense!"

With an enraged roar, a phantom of Pangu, hundreds of millions of zhang tall, slowly appeared in the sky.

"This is... Pangu's phantom!"

Whether they were powerful observers or Dijun, Taiyi, and the others, all of them cried out involuntarily.

Every expression on their faces revealed the shock in their hearts.

Especially at that aura comparable to a Saint's.

As the phantom gradually condensed, its oppressive force spread in every direction.

At that moment, even Quasi-Saint existences could not help holding their breath.

"How is this possible?!"

Nuwa suddenly screamed and leaped down from Tongtian's arms.

Who was Pangu? There was likely not a single living being in the Primordial Wilderness who did not know.

And now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had actually summoned Pangu's phantom. Wasn't that far too outrageous?

With such a formation unleashed, who beneath the Saints could possibly withstand it?

"Oh, it's only Pangu's phantom. Is there any need to make such a fuss?"

Tongtian waved his hand helplessly.

He was not putting on an act. With his current strength, unless Pangu True Body itself descended—

A mere phantom could not harm him in the slightest.

Before his words could finish, a deafening rumble resounded through heaven and earth.

Rumble!

A colossal figure that reached from heaven to earth slowly emerged, surrounded by an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Rolling blood-red baleful energy spread like a tide, engulfing the void for countless trillions of miles.

The Heavenly Vault, once bright as day, now became dim and lightless.

A violent wind suddenly arose, as though roaring in fury.

In an instant, heaven and earth turned crimson.

The sun and moon lost their radiance, while the stars dimmed.

"An axe!"

The phantom completely solidified.

Accompanied by an enraged roar that seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds.

The phantom of the Sky-Opening Axe appeared as well.

Immediately afterward.

A pressure that made the entire Primordial Wilderness tremble swept in every direction from Pangu's phantom.

"Break!"

The instant the word fell.

A streak of white light that tore through the darkness burst from the blood-red baleful energy.

That ray of light crossed time and space, reducing all things in its path to dust.

Three Thousand Laws manifested beneath this force, trembling madly without end.

The will that seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth apart followed closely behind, its power overwhelming.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The Heavenly Vault collapsed, and the Heavenly River poured downward.

Endless space crumbled and shattered amid the thunderous blasts.

The vast Great Desolation Continent shook violently under that terrifying strike.

In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color.

Pfft!

Even though the great powers resisted with all their strength, they could not withstand this world-shaking blow.

The Demon Race experts led by Dijun each spat out blood, their faces pale as paper.

"Damn it! How could it be this strong?! How does the Witch Race possess such a terrifying formation?!"

Dijun roared inwardly, knowing full well that this battle had already been lost.

His face was filled with despair and unwillingness.

"Kill!"

The attack had not yet ceased when Pangu's phantom swung the second axe.

If the previous strike had merely been a test, then this axe was the true killing move.

Before it even fell, heaven and earth had already changed color, and mountains and rivers trembled.

Wind, earth, water, and fire quietly emerged within the void.

That vast pressure, like Heavenly Punishment itself, contained endless killing intent.

The moment it erupted, mountains and rivers across countless trillions of miles shattered, and rivers ran dry.

Countless living beings were reduced to nothingness beneath that pressure before they could even cry out.

"Big Brother, retreat!"

Sensing that suffocating power, Eastern Emperor Taiyi burned his essence blood without hesitation.

He poured all his magic power into activating the Chaos Bell.

Bell chimes rang out one after another throughout heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, before this World Creation strike—

The layers of barriers formed by the Chaos Bell did not last even a breath before being effortlessly torn apart like paper.

"Could it be that heaven truly intends to destroy my Demon Race?" Taiyi muttered, his expression dazed.

Dijun and the others, meanwhile, endured their injuries and activated their spiritual treasures once again.

They could not accept helplessly watching Taiyi perish before their eyes.

Just as that strike capable of shattering heaven and earth was about to descend.

An unsurpassable pressure suddenly came from the depths of the Heavenly Vault.

A detached word—"Freeze"—spread throughout the Primordial Wilderness.

Hongjun appeared in midair and merely extended one finger.

With casual ease, he blocked that world-destroying strike.

"Disperse."

Another cold shout rang out.

A mysterious, unfathomable force enveloped Pangu's phantom.

The next moment—

Its body stood hundreds of millions of zhang tall, and its roar carried unwillingness and fury.

Before the horrified gaze of countless beings, that enormous figure suddenly collapsed and dissolved into nothingness.

Hiss—!

A chorus of gasps abruptly rose, like waves rolling in the wind, one after another.

Hongjun's gaze calmly swept across the surroundings. His voice was cold as ice as he slowly spoke:

"From this day onward, the Witch Race shall govern the earth, while the Demon Race shall rule the heavens. For one yuanhui, neither side may raise arms again.

Those who violate this decree shall face Heavenly Punishment!"

"We obey the Dao Ancestor's decree!"

Though Dijang was furious, he understood that there was no longer any room to turn things around.

Even the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation had been effortlessly broken by the other party. Other than lowering his head, he had no choice.

Cold light flickered in his eyes as he stared directly at Dijun.

"Dijun, I will spare your life for now.

After one yuanhui, my Witch Race will surely flatten your Demon Race Heavenly Court!"

"Hmph! After one yuanhui, I will make your Witch Race perish!" Dijun snorted coldly, though inwardly he felt relieved.

Had the Dao Ancestor not appeared, once Pangu True Body descended, the Demon Race would likely have already been annihilated.

Although the Demon Race had lost this battle, he was not discouraged.

If the Witch Race had not set up the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation, they would surely have been defeated today!

As for those harsh words, they were not empty bluster.

He was completely confident that after one yuanhui, the Demon Race would surely be able to break this formation!

Thus, a world-shaking battle that stunned the Primordial Wilderness came to an abrupt end.

The Wu and Yao Races each withdrew their troops, temporarily returning to peace.

But everyone knew that this was merely the calm before the storm.

The true decisive battle would begin after one yuanhui!

Within Nuwa's dojo.

Tongtian's expression was grave, his face slightly pale.

As a Saint, he had felt Hongjun's power most deeply just now.

That vast, boundless power of the Heavenly Dao was simply terrifying beyond imagination.

Even though his cultivation had now reached the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, he still felt a deep sense of unease.

No wonder people said that beneath the Heavenly Dao, even Saints were like ants.

Only now did he truly understand the meaning of those words.

He could not help but feel fortunate that he had chosen the path of attaining the Dao of Primordial Chaos, rather than the path of a Saint dependent on the Heavenly Dao.

Although Heavenly Dao Saints could wield the power of the Heavenly Dao, their strength was truly supreme.

But viewed from the other side, this was also an invisible shackle.

Once cultivation reached a higher realm, how could the Heavenly Dao allow you to break free of its restraints and rise above it?

Putting oneself in another's place, no cultivator would be willing to be bound.

Much less the cold and emotionless Heavenly Dao.

Tongtian finally understood why Hongjun had chosen to merge with the Dao.

With the road ahead cut off, only by merging with the Dao could he glimpse a more distant future.