Grand Unity Is Hard to Destroy, Summoning Pangu

Boundless light, boundless radiance, transformed into a boundless rain of arrows.

They covered everything, they destroyed everything!

Matter was annihilated, primordial energy was dissociated, and swathes of space shattered, leaving the firmament here scarred.

True Immortals would die, Golden Immortals would die, die beyond death.

Only a demon spirit of Grand Unity level was still clinging to life.

However, it didn't look like it would live much longer.

Because, that rain of arrows seemed to never cease, capable of lasting for eternity!

--Condensing the light of sun, moon, and stars, high-definition, environmentally friendly, and sustainably utilized, striking with maximum overload to completely obliterate any enemy still breathing before them!

The entity that designed this long-range, saturation bombardment strike seemed to have a particular preference—more is better!

Under the relentless bombardment of this countless rain of arrows, the surviving Grand Unity fierce bird wailed, its flesh and blood a bloody mess, not a single part intact.

The Dao fruit it had cultivated and attained through eons of practice was about to vanish in an instant.

Great Witches didn't even need to act; just a hundred thousand Golden Immortal Witch Clan members could slay a Grand Unity... Theoretically, the gap between major realms was insurmountable. Let alone a hundred thousand Golden Immortals, even a million or ten million swarming forward would only die in droves facing a single Grand Unity.

Alas!

These Golden Immortals were from the Witch Clan!

Within their bodies, a trace of the supreme Pangu's bloodline power from the creation of heaven and earth was contained.

No matter how small this trace of Pangu's bloodline was, it originated from Pangu, the most powerful being in the past, present, and future!

Even a mere trace could bestow unparalleled talent and potential. It might not compare to Innate Divine Beings, but it could absolutely crush ninety-nine percent of the races in the Primordial Era, with the remaining ones only being able to match it.

But, did races similar to the Witch Clan dare to compete with the Witch Clan in numbers?

And besides their physique, they also cultivated supreme scriptures passed down from the Ancestral Witches, expounding on the ultimate concepts of heaven and earth and the supreme laws of time and space!

The best potential, the strongest driving force, coupled with the most top-tier weapons—equipment meticulously designed and approved through joint discussions by the Ancestral Witches. The symbols and patterns on these weapons and treasures, if analyzed in detail, contained mysteries that would make even Grand Unity powerhouses feel like they had found a treasure.

What kind of power would such top-tier, excellent basic units unleash when combined through battle formations?

One hundred thousand Golden Immortals, and Grand Unity bows its head!

An ordinary Grand Unity that dared to invade would almost certainly be annihilated without any resistance... The scene unfolding now was like a microcosm of the future great war between the Witch and Demon Clans, displayed in advance.

The Witch Clan is peerless! The Witch Clan is supreme!

Is it a joke for the power of one clan to contend against the countless races of the Demon Clan?

When trillions upon trillions of elite Witch Clan warriors stepped out from Mount Buzhou, it would be the most terrifying calamity capable of shaking the entire Primordial Era!

"Screech!"

The fierce bird wailed, filled with fear, pain, and terror.

Facing an opponent it could not possibly defeat, its life felt like it had regressed to its vulnerable youth, struggling arduously in the wind and rain.

The army that had charged the Four Symbols Battle Formation had already been destroyed.

Those remaining were then struck by the covering rain of arrows, with almost none surviving.

Perhaps, it was the last spirit monster still gasping for breath here.

It did not want to die.

It still wanted to struggle a bit longer.

"Boom!"

Feathers burst from its body, and its boundless magic power burned, propelling it forward, tearing through countless layers of void dimensions.

Within the void, there were countless worlds, containing everything from flowers and grass to sand and stones... the convergence of the other aspect within the duality of existence, linked and influencing each other through mysterious and indescribable means in the void.

This was a level that only Grand Unity beings could see and interfere with, a fundamental authority of this major realm.

A Grand Unity body is like the universe; its combat power is hard to say, but it possesses certain transcendent characteristics.

Using this authority, it took the Ganges-like number of secondary worlds as stepping stones, 'compressed and packaged' its life information, and 'sent' it out. Sometimes, it could traverse the astronomically vast distances of the Primordial Era in an instant, a supreme method for killing, arson, and escaping.

Unless it fell into a special domain—like the Four Symbols Battle Formation previously, which formed its own world and sealed the void—it could not escape.

This Grand Unity fierce bird had good luck; it was a step slower when charging and a step faster when escaping, always remaining outside the battle formation, thus managing to grasp this sliver of hope.

As its feathers burned, like the light of metamorphosis, tearing open the worlds within the void, its form transformed into light, into electricity, and rushed in.

That light, that electricity, spread and expanded. The individual's life information was instantly replicated trillions of times, and with the support of its final burning magic power, it scattered in all directions, falling into countless lower worlds.

Some continued their journey, passing through one world after another, fleeing frantically—as long as I run fast enough, the enemy won't catch up.

Some, after traversing a few worlds, leaped out of those worlds again, "ascending" through the void, disappearing to an unknown corner of the vast Primordial Era—I don't even know where I am, so who can find me?

Others fell into secondary worlds, and the magic power that fueled them continued to shine, drawing attention as they surged forward. Their life information, however, secretly disembarked, changing according to the world's laws, hiding and lying dormant—the most dangerous place might be the safest.

When it felt the danger had passed, this hidden and dormant life information would reawaken... Even if all its strength was lost, its knowledge and wisdom remained, so it wasn't afraid of not being able to rise again.

For example, it could become a "fortune," waiting for a later arrival to discover it, perhaps through blood recognition or by being nurtured by magic power... transforming itself into an "old grandfather," tricking naive newcomers into dedicating themselves to its service.

Or perhaps, become a system, with a hundred and eighty hosts under my command, establishing a reward and punishment mechanism, making them run around while I stay in a hidden place and wait to collect taxes—would it be better to reward two and tax eight, or reward one and tax nine?

There are thousands upon thousands of ways to escape, but if even one succeeds, after tens of millions of years, this Taiyi fierce bird will eventually return and once again dominate the world.

The more powerful one becomes, the harder it is to die.

Unless targeted by a higher level of power—under the gaze of such a great existence, its escape becomes a joke.

"Commander Dayi, the Shooting Division has completed the combat order!" a minor witch reported, "Except for a few fugitives, the rest have been annihilated!"

"There are still survivors?" Dayi's expression was stern, "How could you allow this?!"

"Send a message to the Cursing Division, have them carry out a high-dimensional spacetime strike... Those who offend our Witch Clan will be punished, no matter how far away!"

"Understood!"

The minor witch took the order and left.

The next moment, an army guarding Ancestral Witch Dijiang moved.

One hundred thousand minor witches arrayed themselves, a faint spatial dao rhythm spreading and enveloping the battlefield.

The battlefield was very clean, with hardly any trace of blood, let alone mountains of corpses—because they had all been cleaned up.

The Witch Clan's war preparations could extract benefits from every part of the enemy, whether useful or not.

The demon souls were refined onto the battle flags, serving a similar purpose to the Investiture of the Gods. When released in future battles, they would become immortal cannon fodder to harass opponents.

The blood essence and origin became external forces for the Witch army's cultivation—like taking a potent ten-ingredient pill.

After stripping the bones and sucking the marrow, what was left of no value?

They wouldn't let that go either.

An army guarding Ancestral Witch Houtu specialized in a branch of the Houtu Great Dao Scripture, which dealt with the characteristic of the vast earth decomposing and digesting all things.

"Fallen petals are not unfeeling things; they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers."

Those useless scraps would be decomposed and digested by this power, becoming the most basic matter, and then reassembled into useful materials to strengthen the weapons and armor of the Witch army here, providing a subtle improvement.

According to the gossip Feng Xi had heard, the principles behind this process seemed to have drawn inspiration from a famous Innate Spiritual Treasure—

The Qiankun Cauldron!

Of course, it was definitely not as powerful as that spiritual treasure, which could even reverse the innate.

However, it was sufficient for this purpose. As time passed, the weapons and armor would grow with the soldiers. As long as they kept fighting, kept surviving, and kept upgrading... there was no reason they couldn't become peak Taiyi-level magic treasures one day.

Then, they could kill enemies even more effectively.

"Taken from the enemy, used for the enemy."

The might of the Witch Clan, worthy of the name Pangu's bloodline, was comprehensive, with no weaknesses, encompassing all fields.

Just like at this moment, facing the scattered and missing remnants of the enemy, they deployed a special army.

The space enveloping the battlefield listed the aura of all beings who had unleashed magic power, and then compared it with the number of demon souls absorbed into the battle flags.

"Retrieving... Retrieval complete!"

"Survivors, one hundred twenty-eight thousand three hundred and ninety-one... Fleeing!"

Intelligent information prompts appeared before every Witch present.

"Filtering... Filtering complete, tracing back aura information."

"Uploading to headquarters' big database, requesting computing power support, information comparison..."

"Comparison complete, please review the relevant results."

Feng Xi looked at the rows of displayed information—

"Reason for survival: racial characteristics, fallen in battle: soul fragments, flesh and blood clones: seventy-nine thousand eight hundred and twenty-five."

"Reason for survival: cultivation technique characteristics, soul segmentation, flesh and blood splitting: twelve thousand one hundred and thirty-seven."

"Reason for survival: item characteristics..."

Line after line, column after column, clearly written—this was the power of the Witch Clan's big data!

It gathered the knowledge of the entire Witch Clan, especially the Ancestral Witches, with incredibly detailed information and the computational power of the Grand Unity level, serving as a powerful aid for the Witch Clan's conquests.

"Data statistics complete, additional strike method recommendation: Cursing—Pangu's Eye!"

"Initiating ritual, Pangu's Eye!"

The Cursing Division's army moved.

They stepped with mysterious strides, chanting praises to Pangu, communicating with heaven and earth, resonating with a grand spirit!

It was as if awakening a past life, or perhaps summoning a soul... except this was awakening the past life of the entire world, summoning the soul of Pangu!

Summoning Pangu's soul... If successful, all Innate Divine Beings in this era, without exception, would tremble and flee in disarray.

After all, he was an unprecedentedly ruthless character!

Three thousand Chaos Demon Gods were slaughtered by one person, dying miserably.

Ironically, Pangu himself was a Chaos Demon God, and could be considered teammates with the three thousand Demon Gods.

The result?

Teammates sacrificed, boundless magic power.

Pangu sacrificed his three thousand teammates, activating the boundless magic power divine buff, and opened up the Primordial Era world!

Facing this being, who would dare to pat their chest and say—I'm not afraid?!

However, to summon Pangu's soul with just these hundred thousand lesser witches... was impossible.

It would be more like the Twelve Ancestral Witches working together.

Of course, to hunt down some remnants now, such a grand spell wasn't needed.

The army of the Curse Department merely chose to resonate with a part of Pangu's organ spirits.

And what could see more, and farther, than Pangu's eyes?

Vaguely, a peculiar phantom appeared above the army of the Curse Department.

It resembled an eye, and also a sun.

When Pangu created heaven and earth, his left eye became the sun, and his right eye became the moon.

This was Pangu's left eye!

Some powerful great beings had incredible divine abilities in their eyes, able to see across the three realms, looking down on the past and future. In terms of detection and exploration, they were no less than Primordial Spirits or divine senses.

Let alone now, with one of Pangu's eyes!

Even if it was an illusion!

But anything that could bear Pangu's name was destined to ascend to the heavens.

"The Curse Department's abilities are truly unreasonable," Feng Xi watched this scene and sighed. "Resonating with the spirit of the Great God Pangu, directly touching upon a higher dimension's essence... it seems even Golden Immortals and Grand Unity beings would cower."

"This comes at a price," Ancestral Witch Dijiang said calmly. "Pangu's realm is too high. Touching his traces... even the slightest bit, will set them on an irreversible path."

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

So, how could gazing at Pangu and resonating with him not come with consequences?

"One day, they will be assimilated... lost in Pangu's vast and profound spirit, losing themselves."

"Their bodies will still live, but their souls will have already become Dao."

Feng Xi fell silent, his emotions complex and indescribable. He stared blankly at the actions of the Curse Department.

Above them, the distant and deep eye first glanced at the selected survivor auras, then turned towards the vast Primordial Era.

An instant later, the locations of all targets to be struck were revealed.

Whether they flew to heaven or burrowed into the earth, whether they hid in the starry sky or evaded in the nine netherworlds... unless protected by supreme great beings, they could not escape the gaze of this eye!

"Curse!"

"Curse!"

"Curse!"

The hundred thousand strong army of the Curse Department shouted thrice, and a terrifying thing happened!

The phantom of Pangu's Eye closed!

This eye, corresponding to the Sun Star, closing... what concept did that represent?

The sky would turn black, the world would become dim... when endless darkness ruled the universe, when the most desperate cold coated the heavens and earth, the flame of life would eventually wither!

Therefore, Pangu's Eye closing also meant the enemies' flames of life were extinguished.

The one hundred twenty-eight thousand three hundred ninety-one survivors who had narrowly escaped the meat grinder ultimately did not live to the end.

Silently, their souls shattered, their true spirits fell dormant... they died cleanly, thoroughly.

What were clones or myriad transformations against such a crushing force from a higher essence? They were but fleeting dreams.