"Great Venerable... Is this... really true?" Dijiang's voice was exceedingly hoarse. Every word seemed to have been forced out with all the strength in his body.
Su Ming's gaze grew incomparably profound as he slowly revealed the secrets he had learned from Pangu's Remnant God.
"Father God split the sky and opened the earth with the intention of creating a perfect world where all beings were equal and all spirits were free. But just as the world was about to take shape, an anomaly was born."
"It was the Heaven Dao!"
"The Heaven Dao developed selfish desires. It did not want to see a world beyond its control, nor did it want to see Pangu, the creator god, stand above it!"
"So, it lured a Chaos Demon God into joining forces with it from within and without!"
Su Ming's gaze swept over the faces filled with shock and disbelief before he uttered the name that now resounded throughout the Primordial Wilderness.
"That Chaos Demon God is now hiding in Purple Cloud Palace. His name is Hongjun!"
"Together, they secretly set up a killing trap at the most critical—and most vulnerable—moment of Father God's Sky Splitting! Father God had to endure the backlash of splitting the sky from within while facing the schemes of the Heaven Dao and Hongjun from without. In the end, he died with hatred in his heart!"
"The so-called death from exhaustion and transformation into all things was nothing more than a lie they fabricated to conceal the truth!"
"They stole the fruits of Father God's victory. One became a hypocrite masquerading as the impartial Heaven Dao, while the other became the Dao Ancestor of the Profound Gate, Teacher of All Beings!"
"And we, the Wu Clan, were formed from Father God's blood essence. From birth, they regarded us as thorns in their sides and nails in their flesh! The so-called Tribulation and the so-called Witch-Demon Hegemony were nothing more than scripts they had written long ago. Their goal was to make the Wu Clan and the demon clan perish together, allowing them to seize complete control of this world!"
Complete silence.
A silence as dead as death.
Inside Pangu Hall, one could hear a pin drop.
The Twelve Ancestral Magi stood there blankly, as though they had turned into twelve stone statues.
This truth was too cruel, too earth-shattering!
What they had always believed in and revered had turned out to be nothing but a complete and utter deception!
Their great Father God had not been a hero who retired after achieving success. He had been a victim ambushed by despicable villains!
And the fate of their Wu Clan had been destined to be a tragedy from the very beginning!
"Crack..."
A soft sound rang out. Zhurong had crushed his fist, the sound of his knuckles grinding together.
Immediately afterward, a terrifying aura beyond description began to rise madly from the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Magi!
"Hong... jun..."
Zhurong's eyes instantly turned scarlet. Endless Southern Bright Leaving Fire gushed from his body, burning and collapsing the space around him until it twisted.
"Heaven... Dao..."
The veins on Gonggong's face bulged as the power of the Source of All Waters condensed behind him. The extreme chill caused the temperature throughout Pangu Hall to plummet to freezing point!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Zi, the Ancestral Witch of Lightning, threw back his head and roared. Billions upon billions of thunderbolts exploded around him!
"Roar—!"
The Twelve Ancestral Magi went berserk as one!
They were Pangu's descendants. Flowing through their veins was the most violent and unruly blood in all of Chaos!
Upon learning the truth about Father God's murder, the yearning and reverence they had suppressed for billions of years transformed entirely into overwhelming hatred and killing intent at this moment!
"Rumble—!"
All of Pangu Hall shook violently. Even the restrictions Su Ming had laid down groaned under the strain of the twelve savage forces crashing against them.
Outside the hall, every member of the Wu Clan sensed this anger originating from the depths of their bloodlines. Though none of them understood what was happening, they could not help but follow as baleful energy rose from them and they threw their heads back in furious roars!
In an instant, all of Buzhou Mountain was filled with a sea of baleful energy and a tide of killing intent. The winds and clouds changed color, and the heavens and earth mourned together!
Six-Eared Macaque was so terrified by this aura that he collapsed limply to the ground. With his divine ability to hear every sound in the world, all he could hear now were twelve boundless worlds of killing intent! He had no doubt that if even a trace of this power leaked out, all the living beings of the Primordial Wilderness would be buried alongside it!
Su Ming stood at the center of the storm, his expression still calm.
This was precisely the result he wanted.
A desperate army was bound to win!
"Take revenge for Father God!"
Zhurong's voice was hoarse. Every word seemed to be squeezed through his teeth, carrying hatred powerful enough to burn heaven and earth.
The Southern Bright Leaving Fire around him was no longer mere flame. It had transformed into scarlet Laws of Destruction. Wherever it passed, even the indestructible spatial barriers within Pangu Hall began to peel away layer by layer.
"Summon our warriors! Flatten Purple Cloud Palace and butcher that old bastard Hongjun!"
"And the Heaven Dao! This world was opened by Father God—what right does it have to rule it?"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The other Ancestral Magi were the same. Yellow-brown baleful energy surged around Houtu, Dijiang tore apart the space before him, and Jumang's Law of Wood transformed into thorns that strangled all things...
Twelve savage forces that were entirely different yet shared the same origin interwove and collided within Pangu Hall, forming a terrifying storm powerful enough to destroy the Primordial Wilderness.
They had already lost their reason. The truth of Father God's fall was like a red-hot brand that had scorched the deepest part of their souls, burning away all the rationality they took pride in.
At this moment, only one thought remained in their hearts.
Revenge!
Revenge at any cost!
However, just as this storm was about to tear Pangu Hall apart and surge toward the Ninth Heaven—
Su Ming slowly raised his eyes.
There were no words and no movement.
Only a single gaze.
Yet this gaze seemed to contain a will heavier than Chaos and vaster than a sea of stars.
"Buzz—!"
An indescribable pressure descended abruptly with Su Ming at its center!
This pressure was not simply the suppression of power. It was absolute dominion originating from a higher level of life and from the source of their bloodline!
It was as if... Father God himself had arrived!
Buzz!!!
The Twelve Ancestral Magi, who had been raging like demons and roaring about destroying heaven and earth only moments ago, seemed to have their necks clamped down by an invisible hand.
The Southern Bright Leaving Fire around Zhurong let out a whimper under this pressure and actually rolled uncontrollably back into his body.
The Source of All Waters condensed behind Gonggong instantly collapsed, transforming into the purest water vapor before dissipating.
The billions of thunderbolts beside Zi, the Ancestral Witch of Lightning, could not even flash a single spark. All of them were extinguished.
The twelve savage forces melted away without a trace beneath this gaze, like snow beneath the warm sun.
The storm within Pangu Hall, powerful enough to tear heaven and earth apart, came to an abrupt halt.
Complete silence.
A silence even more suffocating than before.
The Twelve Ancestral Magi stood frozen in place. The ferocity and madness had yet to fade from their faces, but their eyes were already filled with undisguised terror and... confusion.
They could clearly sense that the aura emanating from Su Ming shared the same origin as theirs. It was the bloodline of Pangu.
But... it was entirely different as well.
If they were rushing rivers, then Su Ming was the boundless ocean that received a hundred rivers!
If they were towering mountain ranges, then Su Ming was Buzhou Mountain, supporting the entire heaven and earth!
That was a qualitative difference! It was crushing superiority at the level of life's origin!
The Ancestral Witch True Body they took pride in was as tiny as dust before this aura.
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