Dao Ancestor Hongjun reversed time and space, forcibly dragging the Witch-Demon Battlefield, which had stood on the brink of total destruction, back to the moment of its first clash. His supreme might shook the universe, yet the heavy price of it quietly began to show.
As the law-borne pressure that had blanketed the Primordial Era and that enormous face slowly faded away, what remained was not merely the Witch and Demon Races, spared from calamity.
It was also the surging aftermath that stirred countless undercurrents and overturned countless perceptions across the entire Primordial Era.
The Witches Returned to Their Places, Seeds of Inner Demons Sown
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Killing Intent slowly settled. The Twelve Ancestral Witches returned to Pangu Hall, and its enormous doors slammed shut, sealing off the inside from the outside.
Within the hall, the fervor and certainty of victory from before their campaign were gone, replaced by an oppressive silence.
In every Ancestral Witch's eyes lingered the terror of that blood-red character "Calamity" descending—their Primordial Spirits nearly shattering, their bloodlines wailing in grief.
And... the strange helplessness of having their very existences forcibly "turned back" as time flowed in reverse.
"Old Hongjun... to think he is this powerful!" The flames around Zhurong flickered unstably, his voice carrying a tremor so slight it was nearly imperceptible.
He had the most violent temper, yet he was also the one who could best feel the despair brought by that absolute disparity in power.
Dijiang remained silent for a long while, laws of space flashing chaotically around him. "Reversing local time and space—affecting you and me, Taiyi and Dijun, hundreds of millions of warriors, even the Heavenly Court Origin and calamity balefulness... Such a method can no longer be described merely as that of a 'Saint.' Heavenly Dao...