Half an epoch passed. Suiming Clan left only a faint mark upon history before quietly fading away.
After that, Fuxi became the leader of the Fengyan Tribe and gained the support and affection of many surrounding tribes. Meanwhile, Li Fan and the others were still troubled over Dutian Divine Thunder.
Suddenly, a cold wind rose outside Grand Unity Palace. Xuanming arrived upon the wind, bringing shocking news the moment she spoke. "Heavenly Emperor, there is no need to search any further. Dutian Divine Thunder is not tolerated by heaven and earth!"
The moment those words fell, everyone in the hall was startled. Li Fan stepped forward and asked in a grave voice, "Xuanming, what do you mean by that? How can heaven and earth not tolerate it?"
Xuanming raised her hand, and an extremely faint shadow of black lightning appeared in her palm. It was precisely the aura of Dutian Divine Thunder:
"During the Wu-Demon Tribulation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together and used the Twelve Dutian Divine Fiend Formation to condense the Pangu True Body. We originally intended to summon Dutian Divine Thunder to suppress and kill the Demon Clan, but the Primordial World seemed unwilling to allow it. An invisible pressure descended between heaven and earth, and even the Pangu True Body trembled slightly. Thus, we did not force the matter."
She paused, her tone growing even more solemn. "Dutian Divine Thunder is the core thunderbolt Father God used to create heaven and earth. It bears the power of creation, destruction, and rebirth. Its might far exceeds the limits of what the Primordial World can contain."
The grave atmosphere in the hall was disrupted by those unexpected words. Everyone instinctively turned, their gazes falling upon Wangshu. Their eyes were full of expectation and inquiry, as though hoping she