Deep within Qing Huan Daoxin, warning signs surged like a raging tide.
A sudden realization:
This 490,000-foot-long dragon body is a trial ruler lowered by the Heavenly Dao, measuring the rise and fall of a race and marking the ultimate boundary that all spirits can reach.
The towering Buzhou, standing firm against the sky, is the Primordial Wilderness pillar formed from Pangu's spine, silently enduring the immense pressure pouring down from the Thirty-three Heavens.
The Pangu Temple, a sacred Sacred Hall standing atop the sacred mountain, bathed in the most ancient Chaos Qi since the Heaven-Opening, has thirteen towering figures standing like ancient rocks outside its simple and desolate gates.
These were the thirteen Ancestral Witch, who were powerful and influential Primordial Earth, born from the Pangu's Essence Blood, and whose physical bodies were incomparably strong.
However, at this moment, the thirteen Ancestral Witch lost their usual arrogance and haughtiness, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
Even... a hint of horror, hidden deep in his eyes but impossible to erase.
His gaze, like a divine iron weighing billions of tons, was fixed firmly on the Thirty-three Heavens Palaces.
There, not was the magnificent scene of the Heavenly Court Palace, but a colossal creature that stretched across the nine heavens and stirred the universe—the Golden Dragon of the Demon Race Fortune!
That can no longer be described as enormous.
Its dragon body was winding, its scales and claws flying, stretching out in an astonishing 490,000 zhang!
This length is beyond that of an ordinary golden dragon. Each dragon scale is not made of gold, stone, or jade, but is formed from the purest and most magnificent Luck of heaven and earth, flowing with a tangible golden flame.
The intense light was as if billions of Greater Yang were burning simultaneously. Even though they were separated by endless time and space, it still pierced through the sea of clouds and scorched the senses of the Ancestral Witch on the Buzhou Mountain.
With each breath of the golden dragon, a surge of spiritual energy covering billions of miles was unleashed, causing the Primordial Wilderness void to distort and hum.
Each meandering movement seemed to stir the pulse of the entire Primordial World, emitting a deep and majestic dragon roar, like the voice of the Great Dao, proclaiming the glorious and powerful rise of the demon race, which was blessed by heaven and earth!
Golden light poured down, landing on the weathered boulder of the Pangu Temple, producing a faint hissing sound, as if this temple, originating from the Father God, was also resisting the erosion of this external, overwhelming Luck.
A halo enveloped the thirteen Ancestral Witch, reflecting different halos onto their respective Ancestral Witch True Body, each with its own distinct attributes.
The space around Di Jiang distorted like ripples on water; fragments of time flickered uncertainly around Zhu Jiuyin; and flames of unyielding resistance leaped across Zhurong's body.
Gonggong's feet, a deep, chilling current seemed to surge...
"Big brother..."
The voice of the Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin, unusually dry, broke the suffocating silence.
Those deep eyes, capable of peering into fragments of the River of Time, now reflected the enormous figure of the golden dragon, filled with disbelief and intense dread.
"This demon race... is far too favored by heaven and earth! The Golden Dragon of Destiny has increased so wildly, it's unprecedented in history!"
My mind was in turmoil, and countless fragments of images glimpsed from the River of Time flashed wildly.
The Demon Court was imposing and solemn, with all demons bowing their heads. The Power of the Stars was like a prison and a vast sea, while the figures of the Witch Clan gradually blurred and faded away on the desolate land...
A chilling premonition gripped me:
"This situation has been established. The demon race led by those two scruffy birds is destined to be our mortal enemy!"
Such Luck and auspicious situation... could it not be a sign that the Witch Clan, formed from the bloodline of my Father God, will one day... withdraw from this Primordial Wilderness stage!
The last few words were spoken with unusual Zhu Jiuyin, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Snort!"
A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shattered the oppressive silence.
The Ancestral Witch Zhurong Rong was engulfed in flames that soared hundreds of feet high, his crimson hair standing on end like burning thorns.
His eyes were crimson gold, fixed intently on the golden dragon in the sky, as if he wanted to tear it apart and burn it to ashes.
"So what if our Luck is strong?! It's just a show of bravado! Those Beasts with Fur and Horns, Creatures Born of Wetness and Eggs demons are only fit to be food for our Witch Clan's sons to hone their bodies and skills! Di Jun, Tai Yi?"
Zhurong grinned, revealing his menacing white teeth; his smile was full of violence and disdain.
"Two mere birds, lucky enough to have received the favor of Heavenly Dao, dare to occupy the Heavenly Court and command the demons? If these two brothers dare to meddle in our affairs and interfere in the matters of our Witch Clan, today we will storm the Thirty-three Heavens, smash the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, crush the Chaos Bell, and twist off their heads to use as footballs!"
Zhurong's rage was like a wildfire, instantly igniting the warlike tendencies flowing in the blood of most of the Ancestral Witch.
The Ancestral Witch Qiang Liang was surrounded by wildly crackling electric snakes, and he grinned maliciously:
"Fifth Brother is right! Let's charge straight in!"
Eight phantom heads faintly appeared behind the Wind Ancestral Witch, Tian Wu, accompanied by howling winds.
"That's exactly right!"
The Ancestral Witch Xuan Ming, exuded a chilling aura. "Freeze the Heavenly Court to pieces!"
The Poison Ancestral Witch She Bi Shi green eyes flashing. "Let them taste the agony of ten thousand poisons corroding their bones!"...
In an instant, the energy fluctuations of the Ancestral Witch True Body the temple surged violently, the space trembled, and the baleful aura soared into the sky, briefly repelling some of the oppressive power of the dazzling golden light.
The three ancestral witches —Ru Shou (the Gold Ancestral Witch), Gou Mang (the Wood Ancestral Witch), and Earth Ancestral Witch) —were not completely swept up in this Houtu.
Houtu and Gou Mang exchanged a glance, both seeing deep worry and even a hint of barely perceptible panic in each other's eyes.
This panic stemmed from what the two possessed—a primordial spirit—that their Ancestral Witch siblings lacked.
The Ancestral Witch were born from the physical power of the Father God Pangu. They did not cultivate their primordial spirit, but only revered their physical bodies. They regarded the laws of Heavenly Dao as nothing and believed that their fists could crush everything.
What they saw was the overwhelming power of the demon race, a target to be killed, an opponent that had to be suppressed.
However, Houtu is different from Gou Mang.
The existence of their primordial spirits allowed the two to perceive more clearly the trajectory of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, understand the entanglement of Karma and effect and karma, and see through the true meaning behind the Great Formation of the Stars that covered the entire Primordial Wilderness —it was by no means just a protective array for the demon race!
Houtu took a deep breath, suppressing the tremor in her heart, and stepped forward. Her clear yet solemn voice rang out, piercing through the clamor of the Ancestral Witch:
"Eldest Brother! Fellow brothers and sisters! Please hear what your younger sister has to say!"
Her voice carried a calming power, like soothing the earth, bringing a brief respite to the clamor.
Di Jiang's chaotic and blurry face turned towards her, Power of Space subsided slightly.
Fragments of time flowed through Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, casting an inquiring gaze.
Houtu's small face was tense, her brows slightly furrowed. She pointed to the enormous golden dragon in the sky, which had almost become the backdrop of the Primordial Wilderness, and her tone was urgent and earnest:
"Please look, everyone! That Great Formation of the Stars is no longer just a protective array for the Demon Court! It communicates with the origin of the stars and operates the Primordial Wilderness spiritual energy. It has long been bound to the entire Primordial Wilderness world, inseparable from it!"
Now, on the Primordial Earth, billions of living beings, whether they are intelligent spirits or ignorant plants and trees, or even those Innate Deities, are all enjoying day and night the blessings created by the demon race through the great formation—the amplification of star essence and the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth!