The Yuanshi and the Ancestral Witch were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to yield, and were about to continue their attack.
"Well!"
At this critical moment, a soft sigh suddenly came from Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
The sigh was soft, yet it instantly froze the previously boiling battlefield. Even the enraged Yuanshi paused, and his Three Corpses Incarnations involuntarily returned to their original forms.
A figure in gray robes appeared silently between Yuanshi and the Ancestral Witch; the newcomer was none other than Hongjun, the Spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao.
Hongjun Dao Ancestor stood there quietly, holding a bamboo staff, as if he were one with the entire Primordial World.
With just a gesture of raising his hand, the Saintly Might surging around Yuanshi melted away like snow meeting the morning sun.
"Teacher!" Yuanshi's expression changed drastically, and he quickly straightened his clothes and bowed.
Hongjun's gaze swept across the battlefield, and everyone he looked at was struck as if by lightning.
He first looked at Yuanshi, his voice calm yet sending chills down the Saint's spine. "Yuqing, as Saint, how can you act as you please and be so reckless?"
Yuanshi opened his mouth, but ultimately dared not argue.
Hongjun then turned to the Ancestral Witch. Dijiang and the others felt as if they were carrying Shanyue on their backs. Before they could react, Hongjun waved his sleeve again, and the Pangu figure, which was formed from Baleful Qi, dissipated on its own.
The Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Great Array collapsed instantly. Before the Ancestral Witch could recover, the formation had dissipated, yet none of them were harmed.
"This conflict between the two races ends here. From now on, the demons will rule the heavens, and the witches will rule the earth." Hongjun's words silenced all debate, and the Heavenly Dao Decree resounded in everyone's heart. "No war is permitted for a million years."
The Witch-Demon are currently too powerful; if they were to actually fight, it would cause too much damage to the Primordial Desolation World.
Hongjun looked at the wandering Hongmeng Purple Qi again, and suddenly flicked his finger. The Purple Qi emitted a mournful light and broke into three sections. The broken Hongmeng Purple Qi turned into Three Paths of light and disappeared into the void. However, no one present dared to stop it.
"Teacher!" Yuanshi exclaimed urgently, "That Purple Qi..."
"You have your own destiny, you don't need to worry about it." Hongjun interrupted calmly, and with a wave of his sleeve, the world spun around, and millions of the Demon Clan soldiers, along with the Heavenly Cycle Stars Great Formation, were moved back to the Heavenly Realm.
This Divine Ability of Moving Stars and Changing Constellations caused even the Three Pure Ones to shrink in the pupils.
The matter was resolved, and Hongjun's figure gradually faded away.
Above the central part of the Primordial World, the figure of Hongjun Dao Ancestor had already disappeared, but the oppressive aura that silenced heaven and earth still shrouded the battlefield as if it were a tangible force.
The long, flowing hair of the Yuanshi Tianzun Venerable moved without wind, and the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi trembled violently in his palm. He stared intently at Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witch, the Yuqing Immortal Light flickering around him, as if he were about to launch an attack at any moment.
"Second Brother!" Laozi shouted softly, and the golden bridge formed by the Taiji Diagram stretched between Yuanshi and Ancestral Witch. "The Dao Ancestor's decree has been issued; you must not act rashly."
A flicker of struggle crossed Yuanshi's eyes, but he ultimately let out a cold snort and put away his Magic Treasure.
He raised his hand and retrieved the shattered fragments of the Nine Heavens Crown, then ignited the Yuqing Immortal Fire at his fingertips, burning them to ashes.
"Today's humiliation will be avenged tomorrow."
These words were like the Nine Nether Ice, causing the temperature to plummet for miles around.
Just as Dijiang was about to retort, Houtu suddenly grabbed his arm. "Eldest Brother, look."
She pointed into the distance, where the Witch Clan youths who had been affected by the Chaos Sword Qi had miraculously recovered from their injuries. Their broken limbs had regrowed, and their shattered internal organs had healed on their own, as if time had reversed.
"This is..." Qiangliang's eyes widened.
Laozi stroked his beard and said, "The Dao Ancestor is merciful and has reversed your life and death." He gave the Twelve Ancestral Witches a meaningful look, "Take care of yourselves."
A clear, melodious bell suddenly rang out from the direction of the Starry Sky, causing the Qingping Sword at the waist of the Sect Master Tongtian to tremble slightly.
"Elder brother, Master has summoned us to the Purple Sky Palace." He looked solemnly at the sky, "As if he has something important to discuss."
The Three Pure Ones exchanged a glance and disappeared together. Before leaving, Yuanshi glanced at the Witch Clan members one last time, a look that sent chills down the spine of Gonggong, who was usually fearless.
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the Purple Sky Palace.
The Three Pure Ones passed through layers of Chaos Aura and Incarnation in front of the palace gate. The once tightly closed gate of the Purple Sky Palace was now wide open, and the strange phenomenon of the rotating Star River inside could be vaguely seen.
"Teacher, why did you suddenly summon the three of us?" Yuanshi, adjusting his newly formed jade crown, frowned. "Could it be because of me today..."
Laozi shook his head and interrupted, "Let's go inside first."
The moment they stepped through the palace gates, their Primordial Spirit trembled simultaneously, as if they had suddenly fallen into the deep sea, enveloped by an invisible pressure.
The strangest thing is that the Yuqing, Taiqing, and Shangqing Immortal Light they had cultivated for hundreds of millions of years has now faded away like melting snow, replaced by Chaos Aura that spontaneously surges within their bodies.
"This is... the Pangu's Power?" Tongtian looked at the hazy gray energy swirling around his palm with surprise and uncertainty.
From the depths of the main hall came Hongjun's ethereal voice. "Come in."
In the center of the Main Hall, the Hongjun Dao Ancestor sat upright, with a slightly damaged Jade Disk of Creation floating in front of him.
At this moment, the scene of the Twelve Ancestral Witches casting the Capital Gods and Fiends Great Formation appeared on the Jade Disc, and the Pangu Phantom was lifelike.
"Do you know why I summoned you here?" Hongjun opened his eyes and looked at the Dao of Humanity.
Laozi Tzu bowed and asked, "Is it because of the Witch Clan's summoning of the Pangu Father God?"
Hongjun remained noncommittal, and with a slight wave of his sleeve, the image projected by the Jade Disk of Creation suddenly changed.
When the Pangu Phantom was summoned by the Witch Clan, the Primordial Spirit within the Three Pure Ones trembled simultaneously, with wisps of pure energy attempting to leave their bodies.
Yuanshi's expression changed drastically. "Teacher, what are you trying to say by showing the three of us this scene?"
"The three of you are manifestations of Pangu's Primordial Spirit," Hongjun's voice suddenly took on a chilling tone, "But do you really think Pangu has truly perished completely?"
These words struck the three of them like a thunderbolt.
Laozi asked, "What do you mean by this, Master? We, the Primordial World Living Beings, possess the inherited memories of the Heavenly Dao, which indeed record that after our Father God created Heavenly Empress world, he transformed into all things. How could this be false?"
When Yuanshi and Tongtian recalled the strange occurrence of their own Primordial Spirit when the Pangu Phantom appeared in the world, their minds were disturbed and they had some doubts.
Hongjun ignored the three's overreaction and continued, "Today, the Witch Clan summoned only a wisp of remnant spirit from the Primordial Desolation World. If the complete Pangu's Will were to awaken..."
He paused meaningfully. "Do you feel that your Primordial Spirit still belongs to you?"
The hall was deathly silent.
Laozi suddenly remembered that when he used the clone technique, he would combine a wisp of his Primordial Spirit with his Magical Power to create a clone. After using it, he would casually disintegrate the clone and retrieve his Magical Power and Primordial Spirit.
This situation is remarkably similar to that of his three brothers!
"Please enlighten us, teacher!" The Three Pure Ones knelt in worship.
Hongjun lightly tapped his fingertip, Three Paths Purple Qi entered the space between the eyebrows of the Three Pure Ones: "This is a Heavenly Dao Restriction, which can prevent others from spying on you and protect your Primordial Spirit' autonomy."
He suddenly changed the subject, "I know you've secretly formed Hongmen to oppose me."
Upon hearing this, the Three Pure Ones broke out in a cold sweat. "This disciple knows his mistake."
"There's no need for that. I don't care about such a trivial matter. You don't need to be alarmed."
You all surely know my origins, so in your opinion, what is the difference between the Chaos Demon Gods and you Primordial World Innate Demon God?
Upon hearing this, the three of them pondered it.