Jiu Feng's situation was equally difficult.
She was surrounded by flames that intertwined crimson and silver, and the space around them twisted and distorted at the edges of the flames, emitting faint crackling sounds.
Consciousness attempted to travel upstream along the River of Time, seeking the immense power that opened up chaos and established the primordial order of Primordial Wilderness and time. Before its eyes, countless fragments of light seemed to fly by—fragments of time, folds of space—with faintly visible figures of towering giants wielding axes... But these images were too fragmented and distant.
Each time she forcibly focused her consciousness to "see" clearly, it was as if her primordial spirit was being struck by an invisible giant hammer. Muffled groans kept escaping from her tightly pursed lips, and a faint golden line of blood meandered down from the corner of her mouth.
Di Jiang stood silently not far away, the space around him automatically forming a solid barrier, isolating the violent energy emanating from the two Ancestral Witch during their cultivation.
His rough, large hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. Looking at the Gou Mang undergoing a cycle of life and death, and at the glaring golden blood at the corner of Jiu Feng's mouth, the heart of this Witch Clan leader felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Cost!
This is the price one must pay for possessing a primordial spirit and attempting to touch the forbidden power of the Father God!
It could even be clearly felt that Gou Mang and Jiu Feng's originally surging blood and qi were being forcibly extracted and transformed by their primordial spirits to support the extremely difficult process of comprehension, like burning their own origin to light a faint lamp.
"Hold on!"
Di Jiang's voice was deep and thunderous, echoing throughout the hall, "The power of the Father God is the root of heaven and earth! Our bloodline is the bridge! Even if we are shattered to pieces, we will knock on this door!" His words carried an unquestionable will, forcefully injecting Gou Mang and Jiu Feng.
Meanwhile, Lingxiao Hall the Thirty-Three Heavens, the atmosphere was intensely heated.
Beneath the core star map of the Great Formation of the Stars, the River Diagram and Luo Script in Di Jun's hand suddenly shone brightly, and the star map rapidly rotated and deduced.
The light screen clearly reflected everything that was happening on the altar deep inside the Pangu Hall —the strange phenomenon of the withering and flourishing of plants beneath Gou Mang, the golden blood spilling from the corner of Jiu Feng's mouth, and the bloodline aura on their bodies that was violently fluctuating due to their forced comprehension of the power of creation!
"Hahahaha!" Tai Yi couldn't help but burst into laughter, his voice shaking the palace. The Chaos Bell in his arms also hummed. "Brother, look! Old man Di Jiang is panicking! Those two Ancestral Witch actually dared to try to forcefully inherit the power of Father God's creation of the world with their meager primordial spirits? They're simply courting death! Judging from their declining blood and qi and shattered primordial spirits, they'll probably collapse before they even achieve any comprehension!"
A cold smile curled at the corners of Di Jun's lips, and golden light flashed in his eyes.
The word "condensation" from Dijiang, which contained the power of the origin of space, was like a Dinghaishen Reef dropped in the violent storm of the sea of consciousness.
Jiu Feng's primordial spirit core, which was on the verge of collapse, was forcibly "nailed" in place by a powerful, stable force that carried the solid will of the Primordial Earth.
Those countless fragments of light, tearing through consciousness, struck this invisible "anchor point." Although they still brought violent shocks and excruciating pain, they were no longer rootless duckweed, but were completely torn to dust.
"Hmph..."
Jiu Feng took a deep breath, as if a drowning person had finally surfaced.
The crimson-silver flames that had almost been extinguished around her body suddenly rekindled with a "boom" as her primordial spirit stabilized.
But the flames were no longer the relatively stable surroundings they had been before; instead, they became extremely frenzied and violent, with crimson and silver-white flames intertwining, tearing, and colliding wildly. With each flick of the flames, deeper, visible black cracks were plowed into the space around her.
The subtle cracking sounds merged into a sharp shriek, and the air around the altar seemed to have turned into cracked glass, ready to collapse completely at any moment.
The cost was enormous.
The spurt of pale golden blood seemed to have taken away her last trace of color, leaving her face almost transparently pale. The blood vessels beneath her skin faintly glowed with a dim golden light, a testament to the barely maintained life force of her overexerted and nearly depleted bloodline. She could clearly "hear" the agonizing cries of her own bloodline, strained under its own weight.
Each surge of flames signified the complete incineration of a portion of the origin, transforming it into fuel that sustained her continued "view" of the creation of the world.
"Father God... created heaven and earth... established time and space... and set order..."
The shattered fragments of consciousness were painstakingly pieced together in her momentarily stabilized primordial spirit.
She no longer tried to "see" the complete giant wielding his axe, but instead focused all her remaining consciousness on the "patterns" contained in the distorted and broken fragments of spacetime itself—the "scars" left behind when space was torn apart, the "wrinkles" left behind after time was disrupted.
The bombardment of the invisible giant hammer did not stop. Each time it struck the "anchor point" of her primordial spirit, her body trembled violently, and fresh golden blood dripped down her chin. However, her consciousness was like the most stubborn reef, firmly "biting" onto those spacetime Dao Scars containing the afterglow of the power of creation.
Driven by her unconscious will, the crimson-silver flames began to imitate and simulate the shapes of those broken patterns. The edges of the flames were no longer simply destructive; they began to carry a subtle... sense of sorting and mending space?
This tiny change suddenly increased the pressure she was under to a whole new level, as if she were fighting against the backlash from the entire Primordial Wilderness world!
At the same time, Gou Mang's condition took a sharp turn for the worse!
Di Jiang's thunderous "Condensation" struck his chaotic mind like a heavy hammer, failing to stabilize him and instead acting as the last straw that broke the camel's back. The vortex of life and death beneath him, which had already accelerated out of control, suddenly collapsed inward!
Buzz--!
A deep, chilling thud resounded. The alternating interplay of vibrant green life and deathly desolation suddenly froze! All the strange phenomena of vegetation instantly transformed into an absolute, all-consuming "nothingness of darkness"! This darkness was not static; it was like a greedy black hole, frantically draining the remaining life essence from Gou Mang's body.
Gou Mang's mountain-like body visibly withered, his skin quickly lost its luster and became covered with bark-like wrinkles. His once surging blood and energy were now as weak as a candle flickering in the wind. Beneath his tightly closed eyelids, his eyeballs seemed to tremble violently, and his lips moved silently, as if he were enduring the immense pain of his soul being torn apart inch by inch.
The "Darkness of Nothingness" was not only devouring him, but also spreading outwards. Wherever it passed, the ancient and mottled stone surface of the altar quickly lost all color and texture, becoming fragile and weathered, as if it had been ravaged by billions of years. Even the stone that constituted the temple itself and contained the blood essence of the Ancestral Witch began to emit a faint sound of disintegration!
This is the complete loss of control and backlash of the laws of life and death; the power of death is annihilating everything, including the spellcasters themselves and the foundations that support them!