The Twelve Ancestral Magi's Fury

"Great Venerable... these words... are they true?" Dijiang's voice was parched and hoarse, every syllable seeming to drain the last of his strength.

Su Ming's gaze turned profoundly deep as he slowly revealed the secret he had learned from Pangu's Remnant God.

"Father God split the sky, intending to create a perfect world where all beings are equal and all spirits free. But just as the world was about to take shape, an anomaly was born."

"That anomaly was the Heavenly Dao!"

"The Heavenly Dao developed selfish intent. It did not wish to see a world beyond its control, nor did it want to see Pangu, the Creator God, standing above it!"

"Thus, it seduced a Chaos Demon God to work with it from within and without!"

Su Ming's eyes swept over faces etched with shock and disbelief, and he uttered the name now echoing across the Primordial Wilderness.

"That Chaos Demon God now hides in the Purple Cloud Palace, and his name is Hongjun!"

"They joined forces, and at the most critical and vulnerable moment of Father God's Sky Splitting, they laid a deadly ambush in secret! Father God bore the backlash of creation from within, while facing the schemes of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun from without, and ultimately fell with bitter regret!"

"What they called 'dying from exhaustion, transforming into all things' was nothing but a lie they fabricated to cover the truth!"

"They stole the fruits of Father God's victory—one became the hypocritical mask of the Heavenly Dao's impartiality, the other became the Dao Ancestor of the Profound Gate, the Teacher of All Beings!"

"And my Wu Clan, born from Father God's essence blood, were naturally seen as thorns in their eyes, nails in their flesh! What they call the Tribulation, what they call the Witch-Demon Hegemony, is merely a script they wrote long ago, with the goal of making my Wu Clan and the Demon Race destroy each other, so they could fully control this world!"

Dead silence.

A silence like death itself.

Inside Pangu Hall, a pin drop could be heard.

The Twelve Ancestral Magi stood frozen, as if turned into twelve stone statues.

This truth was too cruel, too subversive!

Everything they had believed in, everything they had revered, was nothing but a complete fraud!

Their great Father God was not a hero who succeeded and retired, but a victim murdered by vile scoundrels!

And the fate of their Wu Clan, from the very beginning, was destined to be a tragedy!

"Crack..."

A faint sound—Zhurong had crushed his fist, the grinding of knuckles.

Then, an indescribably terrifying aura began to surge wildly from the Twelve Ancestral Magi!

"Hong... jun..."

Zhurong's eyes turned blood-red in an instant. Endless Southern Bright Leaving Fire erupted from his body, warping and collapsing the space around him!

"Heavenly... Dao..."

Gonggong's face bulged with veins. The power of the Source of All Waters gathered behind him, and the ultimate chill plunged the temperature of Pangu Hall to freezing point!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Zi, the Ancestral Witch of Lightning, roared to the sky, billions of thunderbolts exploding around him!

"ROAR—!"

The Twelve Ancestral Magi collectively went berserk!

They were Pangu's offspring, and in their bones flowed the most violent and unruly blood of the entire Chaos!

Learning the truth of Father God's murder, the accumulated reverence and adoration of billions of years transformed in an instant into overwhelming hatred and killing intent!

"BOOM—!"

The entire Pangu Hall shook violently. The restrictions Su Ming had set groaned under the strain of these twelve violent forces, as if on the verge of collapse.

Outside the hall, every Wu Clan member sensed this rage from the depths of their bloodline. Though they did not understand why, they could not help but let their Sha Qi surge and roar to the sky!

In that moment, the entire Buzhou Mountain became a sea of Sha Qi, a tide of killing intent. Wind and clouds changed color, heaven and earth mourned together!

The Six-Eared Macaque was so terrified by this aura that he collapsed to the ground. His divine ability to hear all sounds in the world now only perceived twelve boundless worlds of slaughter! He had no doubt that if even a sliver of this power leaked out, it would be enough to make all beings of the Primordial Wilderness pay with their lives!

Su Ming stood at the center of the storm, his expression still calm.

This was exactly the result he wanted.

An army of grief is invincible!

"Avenge Father God!"

Zhurong's voice was hoarse, every word squeezed through clenched teeth, carrying a hatred that could burn heaven and earth.

The Southern Bright Leaving Fire around him was no longer mere flames; it had transformed into a crimson Law of Destruction. Wherever it passed, the indestructible spatial barriers within Pangu Hall began to peel away layer by layer.

"Gather the warriors! Trample the Purple Cloud Palace! Slay that old bastard Hongjun!"

"And the Heavenly Dao! This world was created by Father God—what right does it have to rule it!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The other Ancestral Magi were the same. Houtu's earth-yellow Sha Qi churned, Dijiang tore through the space before him, Jumang's Law of Wood turned into thorns that strangled all life...

Twelve distinct yet homologous violent forces intertwined and clashed within Pangu Hall, birthing a storm terrifying enough to destroy the Primordial Wilderness.

They had lost all reason. The truth of Father God's fall was like a red-hot branding iron, searing into the deepest part of their souls, burning away every shred of the pride they once held in their rationality.

At this moment, only one thought remained in their hearts.

Revenge!

Revenge at any cost!

Yet, just as this storm was about to tear through Pangu Hall and surge into the Nine Heavens, Su Ming slowly lifted his eyes.

No words, no movements.

Just a single glance.

But that glance seemed to contain a will heavier than chaos itself, vaster than the sea of stars.

"Hum—!"

An indescribable pressure, centered on Su Ming, suddenly descended!

This pressure was not mere suppression of power, but an absolute dominion rooted in the essence of life, in the origin of bloodline!

It was as if... Father God Himself had arrived!

Hum!!!

The Twelve Ancestral Magi, who moments ago were raging like madmen, roaring to shatter heaven and earth, were suddenly seized by an invisible hand, gripping their throats.

Zhurong's Southern Bright Leaving Fire let out a mournful cry under this pressure, uncontrollably surging back into his body.

Gonggong's gathered Source of Ten Thousand Waters collapsed instantly, dissolving into the purest vapor and dispersing.

The billions of lightning bolts around Xizi could not even flicker a single spark, all annihilated.

The twelve violent powers, beneath that gaze, melted away like snow under a warm sun, vanishing without a trace.

Within Pangu Hall, the storm that could tear the heavens apart came to an abrupt halt.

Silence.

A silence more suffocating than before.

The Twelve Ancestral Magi stood frozen, their ferocity and madness still lingering on their faces, yet their eyes were already filled with unconcealable shock and... confusion.

They could clearly sense that the aura emanating from Su Ming shared the same origin as theirs—all from the Pangu Bloodline.

But... it was utterly different.

If they were surging rivers, Su Ming was the boundless ocean that embraced all streams!

If they were towering mountains, Su Ming was Buzhou Mountain, supporting the entire heaven and earth!

It was a gap in quality! A crushing disparity in Life Origin!

Their proud Ancestral Witch True Bodies, before this aura, were as insignificant as dust.