Aftermath

Pangu's Will completely dissipated, the terrifying pressure that had enveloped both inside and outside Buzhou Mountain also vanished.

With a thought, Zhou Ming, together with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, removed the Twelve Divine Fiend Formation.

The majestic Pangu True Body transformed into specks of Mystic Light and dissipated into the world, revealing the figures of Zhou Ming and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Call..."

Zhu Rong exhaled a long Turbid Qi and grinned, "That was exhilarating! Truly exhilarating! Brother, let's see if that Old Man Hongjun still dares to look down on our Wu Clan!"

"Old Man Hongjun has really suffered a great defeat this time, even the Heavenly Dao has been driven away, hahaha!" Gong Gong also laughed heartily, his voice shaking the surrounding area.

Although the other Ancestral Wu were not as flamboyant as Zhu Rong Gong Gong, the excitement and pride between their brows were hard to conceal.

They won, defeating the Dao Ancestor honorably and even forcing back the Heavenly Dao Will!

Seeing the Wu Clan dispel the great formation, the Great Powers watching the battle around them had various thoughts.

Some people wore stiff smiles, but their feet moved forward involuntarily.

Clearly, they wanted to take the opportunity to approach this newly crowned "overlord" of the Primordial Wilderness and try to establish a relationship with him.

Of course, many people were also uneasy and just wanted to leave this place of turmoil that had just experienced an earth-shattering battle as soon as possible, fearing that something else might go wrong.

After all, the Dao Ancestor and the Heavenly Dao had just been driven away, and the power of the Wu Clan was already overwhelming!

Zhou Ming took in all the complexities of life, and spoke calmly, his voice clearly reaching the ears of every living being:

Fellow Daoists.

"This battle at Buzhou Mountain was not the intention of our Wu Clan. It was the Demon Clan race that went too far, leaving us no choice but to rise up in resistance."

He paused, then continued, "Gentlemen, there is no need to worry. Although our Wu Clan was fortunate to win this time, we have absolutely no intention of dominating the Primordial Wilderness."

"I, Zhou Ming, hereby swear in the name of my Father God, the Pangu."

"Our Wu Clan will never dominate the Primordial Wilderness!"

"The Wu Clan's wish is to protect this Primordial World created by the Father God, and for this Primordial Land to develop better, so that all living things may have a place to thrive and multiply."

"Moreover, this Primordial Wilderness has never belonged to any one family or Primordial Wilderness, but to all living beings of all Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial Wilderness Primordial Wilderness!"

"I hope that from this day forward, Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial Wilderness can live in peace, with less killing and conflict, and refrain from easily igniting unnecessary wars that only increase casualties."

Hearing Zhou Ming swear in the name of Pangu that he would not dominate the Primordial Wilderness, many Great Powers present breathed a long sigh of relief.

"The righteousness of the Wu Clan!"

"Zhou Ming Ancestral Wu, is of noble character and integrity!"

At this moment, Zhou Ming's tone changed, becoming somewhat sharp:

"However, our Wu Clan loves peace, but that doesn't mean Wu Clan are weak and easily bullied, or that we can be manipulated by others!"

"If I discover anyone daring to plot against my Wu Clan behind my back, then don't blame my Wu Clan for turning ruthless!"

"At that time, be prepared to fight my Wu Clan to the death!"

As he finished speaking, Zhou Ming's gaze slowly swept over every Great Powers present.

They lingered a little longer on the future Saint, especially the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti.

Hiss--!

Gasps of astonishment filled the air.

They had no doubt that, given the strength and determination the Wu Clan had demonstrated today, they were absolutely capable of both saying and doing!

Especially the last phrase, "to the death," combined with his overwhelming power in defeating the Heavenly Dao, made everyone's heart skip a beat.

Those Great Powers who had previously harbored some strange thoughts were now sweating profusely and quickly suppressed all inappropriate ideas.

"No! No!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, Zhou Ming Ancestral Wu!"

"The existence of such a great race as the Wu Clan, who cherish the Primordial Wilderness and love peace, is truly a blessing for all the spirits of our Primordial Wilderness!"

"Anyone who dares to plot against the Wu Clan is an enemy of all peace-loving beings of the Primordial Wilderness! I will be the first to object!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, rest assured, we have absolutely no such intention!"

For a time, flattery arose everywhere.

These Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness, which one of them wasn't shrewd and intelligent? Seeing that the Wu Clan had gained overwhelming power and even the Heavenly Dao had suffered a great loss, how could they dare to show the slightest disrespect?

Zhou Ming neither agreed nor disagreed with the others' statements, simply saying, "That's for the best."

He knew in his heart that these people's words were best taken with a grain of salt; they shouldn't be taken seriously. True order, in the end, must be maintained by strength.

"Today, the Father God's Will descended and deterred the villains, but the road ahead is still long."

Then, he flipped his palm, and the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner appeared.

Zhou Ming looked at Taiqing and Primordial Lord, and bowed, saying, "Fellow Daoist Taiqing, Fellow Daoist Primordial Lord."

"I am deeply grateful to you two for your generous assistance in this great battle. I am deeply thankful for your help."

Taiqing and Primordial Lord's faces were extremely pale, almost as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Their own Innate Supreme Treasure was borrowed by someone else and used to attack their own teacher, ultimately even driving away the Heavenly Dao.

What kind of situation is this?

Taiqing took a deep breath, barely suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and took the Taiji Diagram from Zhou Ming's hand. "Fellow Daoist... you're too kind."

Primordial Lord's face was ashen, and he practically spat out the words through clenched teeth. "Fellow Daoist, you flatter me! I dare not accept such praise."

He turned around, ignoring the ashen-faced Three Pure Ones, and looked at Di Jun and Taiyi in the Demon Clan camp, whose faces were ashen.

Noticing Zhou Ming's gaze, Di Jun and Taiyi trembled violently, their hearts filled with extreme tension.

It's over!

Is the Wu Clan trying to exterminate them?

Even the Dao Ancestor and the Heavenly Dao have been defeated. Today, their Demon Clan is likely to be completely annihilated!

Taiyi's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Zhou Ming. If Di Jun hadn't been holding him back, he probably would have rushed forward to fight to the death.

Zhou Ming sized them up for a moment, his mind racing.

"Keeping them alive might be more useful than killing them outright..."

After a moment, he spoke, his voice still calm:

"Di Jun, Taiyi."

"The root cause of this War of the Wu and Demon and the Demon King lies in your two inflated ambitions and your attempt to dominate the Primordial Wilderness."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun and Taiyi felt their hearts sink to the bottom.

"However," Zhou Ming changed the subject, "Considering that even when the Father God's Will descended, he did not kill either of you."

"It must be the Father God's mercy that allowed the Demon Clan race a glimmer of hope."

"Today, I will spare your lives."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun and Taiyi could hardly believe their ears, their eyes revealing a wild joy at surviving a calamity.

His life... was saved?

However, Zhou Ming's next words plunged them into an icy abyss.

"However, while the death penalty may be avoided, punishment is inevitable!"

"That Chaos Bell, unparalleled in its offensive power, will only bring more bloodshed and Primordial Wilderness to the primordial world in your hands."

"From this day forward, the Chaos Bell will be held by my Wu Clan and suppressed within the Pangu Hall. This is a small punishment for the great war you have instigated."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun and Taiyi's faces turned deathly pale.

Chaos Bell!

That was Taiyi's innate treasure, the clan's most Demon Clan possession!

That's it... gone?

Taiyi his mouth as if to say something, but Di Jun held him back tightly.

The situation was beyond our control; being able to save our lives was already a great blessing, how could we dare to ask for anything more?

Without the Chaos Bell, the Demon Clan suffered a great loss of strength, but as long as they are still around, the Demon Clan will have a chance to rise again.

Di Jun bowed deeply to Zhou Ming, his voice hoarse. "Thank you... Ancestral Wu Zhou Ming, for sparing my life. The Demon Clan... will remember your teachings."

Taiyi stood to the side, trembling with rage, but could only remain humiliated in silence.

Zhou Ming stopped looking at them and instead cupped his hands in greeting to the other Great Powers watching the battle. "Fellow Daoists."

"Our Wu Clan has just experienced a great war, and we have many affairs to attend to, so we will not keep you any longer."

Please make yourself at home.

This is a dismissal order.

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and took their leave.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, we take our leave!"

"Fellow Daoists of the Wu Clan, take care!"

Nuwa nodded slightly to Zhou Ming as a greeting, then, with Fuxi, whose expression was complicated, she transformed into a rainbow of light and departed.

Zhou Ming then looked at Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, and said apologetically, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, I apologize for my neglect today."

"Once I have settled matters within my clan, I will personally pay you a visit and discuss the Dao with you two fellow Daoists over tea."

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, you're too kind. You should attend to your important business first."

"Hong Yun and I will return to Five Village Temple now, and await your arrival at any time, fellow Daoist."

Hong Yun also cupped his hands and said, "Take care, Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming. Until we meet again."

After they finished speaking, they left together.

Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with bitterness and resentment, yet neither dared to linger.

They hastily rallied the remaining Demon Army, who fled Buzhou Mountain in a panic, like stray dogs.

Zhou Ming gazed intently in the direction the Demon Clan had gone.

Of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Zhu Rong was the most impatient. He asked in a gruff voice, "Brother, are we just going to let them go like this?"

Gong Gong also said, "Yes, brother, why not strike while the iron is hot and kill him, completely eliminating this Demon Clan to prevent future troubles!"

Zhou Ming shook his head. "Killing them is easy. But keeping them alive is more useful than killing them."

"Let's return to the Pangu Hall first. We can discuss the rest later." Zhou Ming waved his hand.

"Yes, elder brother!" the Ancestral Wu replied.