This battle quickly reached its conclusion.
Su Ming had actually defeated the Twelve Ancestral Magi all by himself!
This proved that he was the true Descendant of Pangu, the divine heir!
One had to know that Hongjun had yet to become a sage at this point.
The Twelve Ancestral Magi were the ceiling of combat power in the Primordial Wilderness!
Yet now, even the twelve of them working together were no match for Su Ming alone!
Dijiang, Gonggong, Zhu Jiuyin... The gazes of the eleven Ancestral Magi were locked tightly onto Su Ming!
Their eyes were filled with shock, absurdity, and a trace of unease from the depths of their bloodlines that even they themselves had failed to notice.
This kid was not only powerful.
He was also incredibly arrogant!
The Twelve Ancestral Magi had been formed from Father God's blood essence, and they had always prided themselves on being Pangu's most orthodox descendants!
In this Primordial World Heaven and Earth, who would dare falsely claim to be a "True Descendant of Pangu" before them?
"You insolent brat, stop acting so arrogantly!"
Zhurong, whose temper was the most explosive, struggled up from the ground. Half his body was still embedded in a crack in the wall. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and roared, "Our Wu Clan was formed from Father God's blood essence. What are you supposed to be? How dare you..."
However, before he could finish speaking, his voice abruptly cut off.
A vast pressure that words could not describe suddenly erupted from Su Ming's body!
This pressure was neither magical power nor a divine ability. It was an aura that was even more ancient, more primordial, and more supreme!
It was the aura of a supreme bloodline!
"Buzz—!"
Inside Pangu Hall, the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Magi began to tremble violently beyond their control.
The Ancestral Wu blood essence within them seemed to boil at this moment, surging and roaring madly, as if worshipping—or perhaps fearing!
A feeling of submission originating from the deepest part of their lives surged into their hearts, impossible to suppress.
It was as if lowly creatures fallen into the mortal world had encountered the god who created the world!
"This... This is... Father God's aura!"
Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, which could see through the river of time, revealed horror for the first time.
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible! Father God transformed into all things long ago. How could such pure Father God bloodline still exist in this world?!" Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang, the leader of all the Ancestral Wu, forcibly resisted the suppression of his bloodline, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably.
Their bloodlines originated from Pangu.
Yet the bloodline of the man before them felt as if it were... Pangu himself!
Su Ming swept his gaze over their faces, each one filled with shock and terror. His expression remained calm.
He said nothing more and merely moved his mind.
"Boom!"
A heartbeat that seemed to come from the depths of primordial chaos suddenly rang out inside Pangu Hall.
The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every Ancestral Wu, shaking their souls and resonating with their bloodlines!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The heartbeat grew faster and louder, like the drums of Heaven and Earth, like the rumbling of the Great Dao!
Under the terrified gazes of the Twelve Ancestral Magi, a dazzling crimson divine light slowly condensed and emerged behind Su Ming.
It was the phantom image of a heart!
A gigantic Heart of Pangu that seemed to contain the vitality and power of the entire universe!
Every beat caused the entire Pangu Hall to tremble. The Dao Runes carved into the walls flickered between light and darkness, as if worshipping it. Outside the hall, all of Buzhou Mountain—and even the vast Primordial World Great Earth—seemed to produce a faint, almost imperceptible rhythm in time with the heartbeat!
The instant the phantom image of this heart appeared, the minds of all the Ancestral Magi went blank.
All their doubts, disbelief, and fury vanished without a trace at this moment.
All that remained was... piety and belonging from the deepest part of their bloodlines!
The Heart of Father God!
It was actually the Heart of Father God!
According to the legends, Father God had transformed into all things, and his heart had vanished without a trace. Who would have thought that it had transformed into human form and become the man before them!
No wonder!
No wonder his physical body could be so unbelievably powerful!
No wonder he could crush the famously powerful Zhurong with a single punch!
No wonder his bloodline could exert absolute suppression over the Twelve Ancestral Magi!
Because they had been formed from Father God's blood essence, while he... was the source of Father God's power and vitality!
"Plop!"
Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Magi and master of spatial speed, was the first to drop to both knees. He bowed deeply toward Su Ming and the beating phantom image of the heart behind him.
His movements held not the slightest hesitation or reluctance. There was only... submission and fanaticism from the bottom of his heart!
"Descendant of the Wu Clan, Dijiang..."
"Paying respects to... the Great Venerable!"
Following Dijiang's prostration, the other eleven Ancestral Magi, including Zhurong, who had looked like a madman moments ago, also knelt without hesitation. Their expressions were agitated, their voices hoarse, and they used all their strength to cry out from the depths of their souls:
"Paying respects to the Great Venerable!"
"Paying respects to the Great Venerable!!"
The twelve voices merged into one, raising rolling waves of sound throughout the magnificent Pangu Hall and making the entire palace hum.
Su Ming quietly watched the Twelve Ancestral Magi kneeling before him as the phantom image of the Heart of Pangu behind him slowly faded away.
He could sense the excitement and piety in the hearts of these twelve top-tier experts of the Primordial Wilderness. They had not submitted to strength, but returned to the source of their bloodlines.
Su Ming had no ill will toward the Wu Clan.
This was a race that stood tall between Heaven and Earth and would rather break than bend. They revered Pangu and battled Heaven and Earth.
They were reckless, but never lacking in heroic spirit.
"Rise."
Su Ming spoke indifferently.
As his voice fell and he accepted the identity of the Wu Clan's "Great Venerable," a mysterious Destiny/Luck descended upon him.
At the same time, the dormant word-entry panel in his mind suddenly underwent a world-shaking transformation!
[The host has been detected to have become the Wu Clan's Great Venerable and gained control over the Twelve Ancestral Magi. Conditions fulfilled...] [Word entries: Law of Time, Law of Space, Law of Metal, Law of Wood, Law of Water, Law of Fire, Law of Earth, Law of Wind, Law of Rain, Law of Thunder, Law of Lightning, Law of Weather... Fusion commencing!] [Fusion successful!] [Congratulations, host. You have obtained the Primordial-level word entry—Primordial Twelve Heavenly God-Demon Array!]
Su Ming's heart stirred.
A vast and profound Information Torrent surged into his mind.
This was the true Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Great Array!
With the Heart of Pangu as the array core and the Twelve Ancestral Magi as the array flags, this array could condense the Pangu True Body and possess supreme might capable of splitting the sky and cleaving the earth!
Compared with the incomplete array of the Twelve Ancestral Magi in later generations, which required them to sacrifice themselves just to activate it reluctantly, the complete version he had obtained was not only worlds apart in power, but also had no side effects whatsoever!
"Thank you, Great Venerable!"
Dijiang and the others respectfully rose. Their gazes at Su Ming were now filled with fanatical worship.
The Great Venerable formed from the Heart of Father God would surely lead their Wu Clan toward unprecedented glory!
Su Ming's gaze swept over them before finally settling on the empty ground of Pangu Hall.
"Does the Wu Clan now consist of only the twelve of you?"
At these words, Dijiang's expression dimmed. He respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Great Venerable, since our birth, there have only been the twelve of us siblings."
This was the Wu Clan's greatest predicament.
Compared with the Yao Clan's astonishing reproductive ability,
although individual members of the Wu Clan were powerful, their population was insufficient.
In the future Witch-Demon Calamity, the reason the Wu Clan would suffer a crushing defeat was not only that they lacked primordial spirits and did not understand the Heavenly Mandate, but also that their numbers were far inferior to the Yao Clan's. This was one of the deadliest causes.
Since Su Ming had become the Wu Clan's Great Venerable, he naturally would not sit by and watch them walk toward annihilation.
Changing the Wu Clan's fate would begin with solving their problem of reproduction.
"Follow me."
Su Ming offered no further explanation. He turned and walked toward the depths of Pangu Hall.
Although the Twelve Ancestral Magi were puzzled, they did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately followed respectfully.
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