Ancestral Magi Submit, Su Ming Becomes Great Venerable of the Magi Clan

This battle concluded swiftly.

Su Ming had actually defeated the Twelve Ancestral Magi with his own strength alone!

Proving that he was the true True Descendant of Pangu, the descendant of the gods!

One must understand, at this time, Hongjun had not yet attained sainthood.

The Twelve Ancestral Magi were the ceiling of combat power in the Primordial World!

And now, even the combined might of the Twelve Ancestral Magi was no match for Su Ming alone!

Dijiang, Gonggong, Zhu Jiuyin... the gazes of eleven Ancestral Magi locked tightly onto Su Ming!

Their eyes interweaved shock, absurdity, and a trace of a tremor from the depths of their bloodline that even they themselves had not yet detected.

This brat was not only immensely powerful.

But also extremely arrogant!

They, the Twelve Ancestral Magi, were born from the essence blood of Father God, and from birth, they had proclaimed themselves the most orthodox descendants of Pangu!

In all the Primordial World Heaven and Earth, who dared to call themselves the "True Descendant of Pangu" before them?

"Yellow-Mouthed Child, do not be so insolent!"

Zhurong, the most hot-tempered of them, struggled to rise from the ground, half his body still embedded in the cracks of the wall. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and roared, "Our Wu Clan was born from the essence blood of Father God! What do you think you are, to dare..."

However, his words were cut short before they could finish.

An indescribably vast pressure erupted from within Su Ming's body!

This pressure was not magic power, nor divine ability, but an aura more ancient, more primal, more supreme!

It was the aura of supreme bloodline!

"Woom--!"

Inside Pangu Hall, the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Magi trembled uncontrollably.

The Ancestral Magi essence blood within them seemed to boil at this moment, surging and roaring wildly, as if in worship, as if in fear!

A sense of submission from the deepest part of their lives surged irresistibly into their hearts.

As if lowly beings fallen into the world had encountered the creator god!

"This... this is... the aura of Father God!"

Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin, whose eyes had seen through the long river of time, revealed a look of horror for the first time.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible! Father God has long since transformed into all things; how could there still be such pure Father God bloodline in this world?!" Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang, as the leader of the magi, forcibly resisted the suppression of that bloodline, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.

Their bloodline originated from Pangu.

And the bloodline of the man before them felt to them as if it were... Pangu himself!

Su Ming swept his gaze across the faces filled with shock and horror, his expression still calm.

He did not say another word, merely moved his mind.

"Thump!"

A heartbeat, as if coming from the depths of chaos, suddenly sounded within Pangu Hall.

The sound was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Ancestral Magus, shaking their souls and resonating with their bloodlines!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heartbeat grew faster and louder, like the drums of heaven and earth, the roar of the Great Dao!

Under the horrified gazes of the Twelve Ancestral Magi, a cluster of dazzling, extreme blood-colored divine light slowly coalesced and emerged behind Su Ming.

It was the phantom of a heart!

A heart of immense size, as if containing the life and power of the entire universe—the Heart of Pangu!

With each beat, it caused the entire Pangu Hall to tremble, the Dao runes inscribed on the walls flickering dimly, as if bowing in worship. Outside the hall, the entire Buzhou Mountain, and even the vast Primordial World Great Earth, seemed to produce a faint, imperceptible tremor in response to this heartbeat!

The moment this phantom heart appeared, the minds of all the Ancestral Magi went blank.

All doubt, all disbelief, all anger vanished in that instant.

Leaving only the deepest devotion and belonging from the depths of their bloodlines!

The Heart of Father God!

It was actually the Heart of Father God!

Legend had it that Father God transformed into all things, and his heart had vanished without a trace—only to have taken human form, becoming the man before them!

No wonder!

No wonder his physical body was so inconceivably strong!

No wonder he could crush Zhurong, famed for his strength, with a single punch!

No wonder his bloodline could exert absolute suppression over them, the Twelve Ancestral Magi!

Because they were born from the essence blood of Father God... and he was the source of Father God's power and life!

"Thump!"

Dijiang, the foremost of the Twelve Ancestral Magi and master of space and speed, was the first to fall to both knees, bowing deeply toward Su Ming and the phantom of the beating heart behind him.

His movement held no hesitation or reluctance—only heartfelt... submission and fervor!

"Dijiang, descendant of the Witch Clan..."

"Pays homage... to the Great Venerable!"

With Dijiang's prostration, the other eleven Ancestral Magi, including Zhurong who had been raging like a madman moments before, knelt without a moment's delay, their expressions fervent, voices hoarse, pouring every ounce of strength into a cry from the depths of their souls:

"Pays homage to the Great Venerable!"

"Pays homage to the Great Venerable!!"

The twelve voices converged, rolling into a thunderous wave within the majestic Pangu Hall, shaking the structure to a resonant hum.

Su Ming watched the twelve Ancestral Magi prostrate before him in silence as the phantom of the Heart of Pangu behind him slowly faded.

He could feel the fervor and devotion stirring in the hearts of these twelve peak Primordial Realm powerhouses—they were not yielding to force, but submitting to the source of their bloodline.

Toward the Witch Clan, Su Ming held no ill will.

This was a race that stood tall and unbending, revering Pangu and battling heaven and earth.

Reckless, yet not without boldness.

"Rise."

Su Ming spoke calmly.

As his words fell, accepting the identity of the Witch Clan's "Great Venerable," a profound and mysterious thread of Destiny settled upon him.

At the same time, the dormant panel in his mind underwent a cataclysmic transformation!

[Detected: Host has become Great Venerable of the Witch Clan, commanding the Twelve Ancestral Magi, conditions met...]
[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... beginning fusion!]
[Fusion successful!]
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the Primordial-level entry—Primordial Twelve Heavenly God-Demon Array!]

Su Ming's heart stirred.

A vast and arcane torrent of information flooded into his mind.

This was the true Twelve Heavenly God-Demon Array!

With the Heart of Pangu as the array's eye and the Twelve Ancestral Magi as its flags, deploying this formation could condense the Pangu True Body, wielding the supreme might of Sky Splitting!

Compared to the incomplete version of later generations, which required the Magi to sacrifice themselves just to barely activate it, the complete version he had obtained was not only incomparably more powerful but also came with no side effects whatsoever!

"Thank you, Great Venerable!"

Dijiang and the others rose respectfully, their gazes fixed on Su Ming now brimming with fervent worship.

The Great Venerable, incarnated from the Heart of Father God, would surely lead their Witch Clan to unprecedented glory!

Su Ming's eyes swept over them, finally settling on the empty expanse of Pangu Hall.

"The Witch Clan—are there only the twelve of you now?"

At this, Dijiang's expression dimmed, and he replied with reverence: "Reporting to the Great Venerable, since our birth, we twelve siblings have been all there is."

This was the Witch Clan's greatest plight.

Compared to the Demon Race, whose reproduction was formidable.

Though the Witch Clan's individual strength was immense, their population was woefully insufficient.

In the future Witch-Demon Calamity, the Witch Clan's crushing defeat stemmed not only from lacking a Primordial Spirit and understanding of the Heavenly Mandate but also from their numbers falling far short of the Demon Race—one of the most fatal factors.

Now that Su Ming had become the Witch Clan's Great Venerable, he would not sit idly by and watch them march toward annihilation.

Changing the Witch Clan's fate began with solving the problem of reproduction.

"Follow me."

Su Ming offered no further explanation, turning and walking toward the depths of Pangu Hall.

Though the Twelve Ancestral Magi were puzzled, they followed without a shred of hesitation, respectfully trailing behind him.