Boundless light, boundless radiance, transformed into an infinite rain of arrows.
They covered everything. They destroyed everything!
Matter was annihilated, Vital Energy was disintegrated, and stretches of space shattered, leaving the sky here battered beyond recognition.
True Immortals would die. Golden Immortals would die. They would die beyond all possibility of death.
Only one demon spirit at the Supreme Golden Immortal level was still clinging to life.
But it looked like it would not survive for much longer.
Because the rain of arrows seemed as though it would never stop, able to continue until eternity!
--Condensing the light of the sun, moon, and stars, with high-definition, environmentally friendly, sustainable use and maximum overloading bombardment, it would wipe out every breathing enemy before it cleanly and thoroughly!
Whoever had designed this long-range firepower coverage strike seemed to have a certain preference--the more, the better!
Under this countless rain of arrows and frenzied bombardment, the still-breathing Supreme Golden Immortal ferocious bird shrieked miserably. Its flesh and blood were mangled from head to toe, with not a single intact spot.
The Dao fruit it had attained through endless years of cultivation was about to vanish in a single day.
The Great Witches did not even need to act. A hundred thousand Golden Immortals of the Witch Clan could already slay a Supreme Golden Immortal against the odds... In theory, the gap between major realms could not be crossed. Let alone a hundred thousand Golden Immortals—even a million or ten million swarming forward would only die in waves before a single Supreme Golden Immortal.
Alas!
These Golden Immortals were members of the Witch Clan!
Within their bodies lay a trace of the bloodline power of the supreme Pangu, who had created Heaven and Earth.
No matter how little that trace of Pangu's bloodline was, it still originated from Pangu, the strongest lifeform in the past, present, and future!
A single trace was enough to grant unparalleled talent and potential. It could not compare to the divine beings born from the Innate, but it absolutely crushed ninety-nine percent of the races in the Primordial World. The rest could barely stand shoulder to shoulder with it.
But did any race comparable to the Witch Clan dare compete with them in numbers?
Aside from their physiques, they also cultivated supreme scriptures inherited from the Ancestral Witches, expounding upon the ultimate concepts of Heaven and Earth and the highest laws of space and time!
The best potential, the strongest driving force, and the finest weapons--equipment designed and approved by the Ancestral Witches after joint discussion for the highest cost-effectiveness. If the symbols and patterns on those weapons and Magic Treasures were analyzed in detail, their mysteries would be enough to make even a Supreme Golden Immortal feel as if they had found a priceless treasure.
What kind of power would such peerlessly excellent basic units possess when combined through a battle array?
A hundred thousand Golden Immortals, and the Supreme Golden Immortal bowed its head!
As long as an ordinary Supreme Golden Immortal dared invade, its fate was almost always annihilation without the slightest power to resist... The scene before them seemed like a miniature version of the future war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, displayed here in advance.
The Witch Clan was unparalleled! The Witch Clan was supreme!
With the power of one clan resisting countless races of the Demon Clan, how could it be a joke?
When trillions upon trillions of elite Witch Clan warriors marched out from Buzhou Mountain, they would become the most terrifying calamity capable of shaking the entire Primordial World!
"Caw!"
The ferocious bird shrieked miserably. It was terrified, in pain, and afraid.
Facing an opponent it could never defeat, its life seemed to have returned to its weak childhood, struggling desperately through wind and rain.
The army that had attacked the Four Symbols Battle Array had already been destroyed.
The remaining forces had then been struck by the covering rain of arrows, with almost no survivors.
Perhaps it was already the last monster still breathing here.
It did not want to die.
It still had to struggle a little.
"Boom!"
Feathers shot from its body one after another. Endless magic power burned and propelled them, tearing open countless layers of void dimensions.
Within the void were countless worlds, each a convergence of the other aspect in the unity of one body and two aspects--a flower or blade of grass, a grain of sand or stone... Through indescribably wondrous means, they were linked to and influenced one another within the void.
This was a level that only a Supreme Golden Immortal could see and interfere with, the basic authority of this major realm.
A Supreme Golden Immortal was equivalent to a universe. Its combat power was hard to say, but it possessed certain transcendent traits without exception.
Relying on this authority, it used countless secondary worlds like stepping stones, compressed and packaged its life information, then sent it out. Sometimes, it could cross the astronomically distant spacetime of the Primordial World in an instant, making it the perfect method for killing, arson, travel, and escape.
Unless it fell into a special domain--such as the previous Four Symbols Battle Array, which formed its own world-domain and sealed the void--there was nowhere to escape.
This Supreme Golden Immortal ferocious bird was quite lucky. It had been a step slower when charging forward and a step faster when fleeing for its life, remaining outside the battle array the entire time and thus managing to seize this slim chance of survival.
As feather after feather burned like the light of metamorphosis, tearing open and revealing the worlds within the void, its body transformed into light and electricity and shot inside.
That light and electricity spread and expanded. Its individual life information was instantly duplicated into hundreds of billions and trillions of copies. Supported by the burning of its final magic power, they fled in all directions and fell into countless low-level worlds.
Some continued forward, passing through one world after another in a crazed escape--as long as I run fast enough, the enemy cannot catch me.
Some traveled through several worlds, then leaped out of them and "ascended," shattering the void as they departed. No one knew which corner of the Vast Primordial Era they would appear in--I don't even know where I am. Who could know?
Others fell into secondary worlds. Their driving magic power continued shining and sprinted onward, drawing attention, while their own life information secretly jumped off the vehicle, adapting to the world's laws and changing, hiding and lying dormant--the most dangerous place might be the safest place.
Once it sensed that the storm had passed, the hidden and dormant life information would become active again... Even if all its power had been lost, its knowledge and wisdom remained. It would not fear being unable to rise again.
For example, it could become one "opportunity" after another, waiting for someone in the future to activate it--dripping blood to acknowledge an owner, nourishing it with magic power... It could transform into an "old grandfather," tricking inexperienced newbies into serving it wholeheartedly.
Or it could become a system, capturing a hundred or eighty hosts as forced laborers, establishing reward and punishment mechanisms, and making them run around everywhere while it stayed hidden and waited to collect taxes--would a two-eight split be better, or a one-nine split?
There were countless ways to flee for one's life. As long as even one succeeded, this Supreme Golden Immortal ferocious bird would eventually return after hundreds of thousands or millions of years and once again dominate the winds and clouds.
The stronger one was, the harder one was to kill.
Unless one was targeted by power of a higher level--under the gaze of such a great existence, its escape would become a joke.
"Commander Dayi, the Archery Division has completed its combat orders!" a Lesser Witch reported. "Aside from a few fugitives, the rest have been annihilated!"
"There are still survivors?" Dayi's expression was cold. "How could that be allowed?!"
"Send word to the Curse Division and have them launch a high-dimensional spacetime strike... Those who offend the Witch Clan must be exterminated no matter how far away they flee!"
"Yes, sir!"
The Lesser Witch accepted the order and departed.
The next moment, an army guarding Ancestral Witch Dijiang moved.
A hundred thousand Lesser Witches formed a battle array. A faint Dao Charm of space spread outward, enveloping the battlefield.
The battlefield was spotless. There was hardly even a trace of blood, let alone Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood--everything had been cleaned up.
The Witch Clan's war armaments could squeeze benefits from every part of an enemy's body, whether useful or not.
The demon souls were refined into the battle flags, serving a function similar to the Investiture of the Gods. When released in future battles, they would become undying cannon fodder to harass the enemy.
Blood Qi and origin became the external force driving the cultivation of the Witch army... It was like taking a supreme tonic pill.
After the bones had been picked clean and the marrow sucked dry, what about the remaining parts that truly had no value?
They would not be spared either.
An army guarding Ancestral Witch Houtu specialized in one branch of the Houtu Great Dao Scripture, possessing the characteristic of the boundless earth to decompose and digest all things.
Fallen flowers were not heartless things; they turned into spring mud to protect the flowers.
Those useless scraps would be decomposed and digested by this power, becoming the most basic materials. They would then be reconstituted into useful substances, strengthening the weapons and armor of the Witch army stationed here and imperceptibly improving them bit by bit.
According to a bit of hearsay Feng Xi had heard, the principles behind this process seemed to have borrowed from a famous Innate Spiritual Treasure--
the Qiankun Cauldron!
Of course, it was definitely not as powerful as that Spiritual Treasure. It could not even reverse something into the Innate.
But it was more than sufficient for use here. After endless time passed, as the weapons and armor grew alongside the soldiers, as long as they continued fighting, remained alive, and kept upgrading... perhaps one day they would become Magic Treasures at the peak Supreme Golden Immortal level.
Then they could kill enemies even more effectively.
Taken from the enemy and used against the enemy.
The Witch Clan's strength lived up to the reputation of Pangu's bloodline. It was comprehensive, without any weakness, and extended into every field.
Thus, at this moment, when facing the scattered remnants who had fled without a trace, they deployed a special army.
The space enveloping the battlefield listed the auras of every living being that had once released magic power, then compared them against the number of demon souls captured in the battle flags.
"Scanning... Scan complete!"
"Survivors: 128,391... fleeing!"
The intelligent information prompt appeared before every member of the Witch Clan present.
"Filtering... Filtering complete. Reconstructing aura information through reverse deduction."
"Uploading to the headquarters' main database. Requesting computational support. Comparing information..."
"Comparison complete. Please review the relevant results."
Feng Xi watched rows upon rows of information appear--
"Survival caused by racial characteristics; those who perished in battle were soul-splitting bodies or flesh-and-blood clones: 79,825."
"Survival caused by cultivation-method characteristics; soul division and flesh-and-blood splitting: 12,137."
"Survival caused by item characteristics..."
Line after line and column after column were written out with perfect clarity--this was the might of the Witch Clan's big data!
It gathered the knowledge of the entire Witch Clan, especially that of the Ancestral Witches. Its information was incredibly detailed, and it possessed computational power at the Great Luo level, making it a powerful aid in the Witch Clan's campaigns in every direction.
"Data statistics complete. Additional strike method recommended: curse technique--Pangu's Eye!"
"Ritual commencing. Pangu's Eye!"
The army of the Curse Division moved.
They stepped in mysterious patterns and chanted hymns to Pangu, communicating with Heaven and Earth and resonating with a grand spirit!
It was as if they were awakening a former life, or perhaps summoning a soul... Yet what they awakened was the former life of the entire world, and what they summoned was Pangu's soul!
Summoning Pangu's soul... If it succeeded, every Innate Divine Being in the present world would tremble in fear and flee in disarray.
After all, he was an unprecedentedly ruthless character!
The Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods had been slaughtered by a single person, dying horribly.
The funny thing was that Pangu himself had also been a Chaos Demon God, and could be considered a teammate of all three thousand Demon Gods.
And the result?
Sacrificing teammates to Heaven granted boundless power.
Pangu sacrificed three thousand teammates, activated an invincible super-god buff, and created the Primordial World!
Facing this master, who would dare thump their chest and say--I'm not afraid?!
However, summoning Pangu's soul with only these hundred thousand Lesser Witches... was impossible.
It would take the combined efforts of all Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Of course, they were merely pursuing some scattered remnants now, so there was no need for a curse technique of that scale.
The army of the Curse Division merely chose to resonate with the spirits of some of Pangu's organs.
And what could see more and farther than Pangu's eyes?
Vaguely, a strange phantom appeared above the army of the Curse Division.
It looked like an eye, yet also like a sun.
When Pangu created Heaven and Earth, his left eye transformed into the sun, and his right eye became the lunar star.
This was Pangu's left eye!
Some powerful experts possessed incredible divine abilities in their eyes. They could illuminate the Three Realms and look down upon the past, present, and future. In terms of investigation, perception, and exploration, they were absolutely no weaker than Primordial Spirit consciousness.
Let alone Pangu's eye at this moment!
Even if it was only an illusion!
Regardless of what it was, anything that could become associated with Pangu was destined to reach the heavens.
"The Curse Division's abilities are truly unreasonable." Feng Xi watched the scene and sighed. "Resonating with the spirit of Great God Pangu directly taints them with a higher-dimensional essence... On the surface they're only Golden Immortals, but even Supreme Golden Immortals would have to cower before them."
"This does not come without a price." Ancestral Witch Dijiang spoke indifferently. "Pangu's realm is too high. To become tainted by his traces... even if it is an insignificant speck, one will embark upon an irreversible path."
When you stared into the abyss, the abyss also stared into you.
Then how could staring at Pangu and resonating with Pangu possibly leave one unharmed?
"One day, they will be assimilated... They will sink into Pangu's vast and immeasurable spirit and lose themselves."
"Their bodies will remain alive, but their souls will already have transformed into the Dao."
Feng Xi fell silent. His emotions were too complex to describe as he stared blankly at the Curse Division's actions.
Above them, that ancient and profound eye first glanced at the auras of the survivors that had been filtered out, then turned toward the Vast Primordial Era.
In an instant, the locations of every target to be struck appeared in full.
Whether they ascended into the heavens or descended into the earth, hid in the starry sky or took shelter in the Nine Hells... unless they were protected by a supreme expert, none could escape the observation of this eye!
"Curse!"
"Curse!"
"Curse!"
The hundred thousand troops of the Curse Division shouted three times in unison, and something terrifying happened!
The phantom of Pangu's Eye closed!
What kind of concept did it represent for the eye corresponding to the sun star to close?
The heavens would darken, and the world would grow dim... When endless darkness ruled the universe and the most despairing cold spread across Heaven and Earth, the fire of life would eventually wither!
Thus, Pangu's Eye closing also meant that the enemies' flames of life had been extinguished.
The 128,391 survivors who had been fortunate enough to escape the meat grinder ultimately failed to cling to life until the end.
Silently and soundlessly, their souls shattered, and their True Spirits fell silent... They died cleanly and completely.
Whatever clone divine abilities or techniques of transforming into billions of incarnations they possessed, before this crushing force from a higher essence, they were all merely illusions and foam.
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