The Grand Pure One Laozi's Golden Cloud of Merit

The 365 Great Zhou Tian Star Banners erupted with a roar, Like the scorching sun hanging in the sky, dazzling and brilliant.

Over 300 powerful Demon Clan experts roared in unison, Stars revolved, and waves of heat surged.

The surrounding 14,000 Lesser Zhou Tian Star Banners, Flashed like a myriad of stars, shining brightly.

Amidst the pervasive starlight, Billions of demon generals beat their war drums, shaking the heavens, Muffled thunder rumbled, and heaven and earth resonated.

Streams of starlight, like stars surrounding the moon, Circled the blazing sun and stars.

As the starlight scattered, ancient stars bloomed, For a time, heaven and earth lost their color, and the Primordial World trembled.

In the eyes of all living beings, heaven, earth, sun, and moon disappeared, Only the stars shone, filling the firmament.

Vast stellar power emerged, The great experts watching from afar trembled, They were shocked to realize:

Even a trace of this starlight, Was enough to cause their death and annihilation!

The might of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation was fully displayed.

Amidst the brilliant starlight, A monstrous aura surged to the heavens.

The brighter the starlight, The more ferocious the Du Tian Shen Sha Great Formation became.

The Pangu phantom gazed at the rolling stars, As if recalling the time of creation, before chaos was separated.

He slowly raised the giant axe in his hand, "No need to hold back!"

"Activate with full power!"

Dijiang let out a great roar, The power of creation converged and took shape.

The ultimate Magic Treasure was unleashed, The innate divine ability was performed, The edge of the Sky-Opening Divine Axe flashed with a silver light.

The remaining eleven Ancestor Witches also attacked simultaneously, Streams of divine abilities carrying the force of creation, And Magic Treasures displayed world-shattering power.

In an instant, the Pangu phantom solidified as if real.

The Pangu True Body descended upon the Primordial World, heaven and earth changed color, mountains and rivers shattered.

The Four Seas surged, as if the Milky Way had poured down.

The might of the Father God was fully revealed, and the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation wavered.

The Pangu True Body stood tall, the divine axe held aloft, and the Dao rhythm flowed.

"Open!"

A roar that shook the Primordial World, the axe fell, and the stars shattered.

Billions of demons were instantly annihilated, returning to chaos.

Within the sea of stars, the void cracked open, and the great formation collapsed.

Light dimmed, the sky tilted, and the Primordial World lost its color.

"How could this be?"

Di Jun vomited blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

At the moment the Magic Treasure appeared, he already understood—

The twelve Ancestor Witches had actually formed Primordial Spirits!

This was an act against Heaven!

Lost in thought for only a moment, the Du Tian Shen Sha Great Formation continued its rampage.

The divine axe swept across the Heavenly Court, its sky-opening power unleashed.

Tens of millions of demons turned to ash.

The thirty-three heavens collapsed, layer by layer.

The sky fell and the earth cracked, as if the end of days had arrived.

All living beings looked up, filled with terror.

"The Witch Clan... actually has Primordial Spirits?"

Deep within the Sea of Blood, Ming He whispered, his face drained of color.

The Witch Clan, relying solely on their physical bodies, already held a dominant position in the Primordial World.

If they gained Primordial Spirits as well, who could contend against them?

Where did such a change come from?

His thoughts shifted, and he suddenly looked up towards Wuji Heaven, murmuring:

"Could it be... Immortal Venerable Changsheng's doing?"

At the same moment, within Wuji Heaven.

Lu Changsheng sensed the commotion outside. With a flick of his finger, he divined the Heavenly Secrets.

"Strange, why would the Witch and Demon Clans go to war again?"

He felt a slight surprise.

Logically speaking, the second war between the Witches and Demons was still a million years away.

On the other side, Kunpeng, who was organizing his Magic Treasures, also sensed the terrifying nature of this battle.

If the fighting continued, the Primordial World would surely shatter.

Kunpeng couldn't help but feel fortunate. Thankfully, I followed the right master and didn't get involved in this war. Otherwise, I would surely perish.

With this thought, he looked respectfully at Lu Changsheng and reported:

"Great Master, the Witch-Demon War has been going on for a hundred years. All beings are in fear, and no one has come to exchange Merit anymore."

Upon hearing this, Lu Changsheng frowned slightly:

"This won't do. If they keep fighting like this, when will I ever spend all these trillions of Merit?"

Hearing his muttered words, Kunpeng fell silent for a moment.

The Primordial World was on the verge of collapse, yet the Great Master was still solely focused on how to spend his Merit?

Truly the greatest spendthrift in the Primordial World!

Lu Changsheng paid no mind to Kunpeng's thoughts. After a moment of consideration, he spoke:

"Kunpeng, come with me for a trip!"

As soon as the words fell, heaven and earth suddenly trembled.

Above the Demon Race Heavenly Court.

The Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation, which covered the thirty-three heavens, was now on the verge of collapse.

With a deafening roar—

To the horrified gazes of countless demons, stars shattered, and the sun and moon lost their brilliance.

The formation completely disintegrated.

Innumerable stars fell, like fireflies descending towards the earth.

"No—!"

Di Jun roared hoarsely, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with despair.

The Demon Clan's last reliance was shattered!

"Hahaha!"

Dijiang laughed heartily, raising his arm and shouting:

"Witch Clan warriors, follow me and flatten the Heavenly Court!"

"Flatten the Heavenly Court!"

"Flatten the Heavenly Court!"

Billions of Witch Clan warriors beat their war drums, ascending into the sky with unstoppable momentum.

The vast Heavenly Court trembled ceaselessly.

Billions of battle Witches pressed forward step by step.

Countless Demon Clan members retreated in despair.

At this moment.

Golden Crow True Blood overflowed from Eastern Emperor Taiyi's lips.

His face contorted with rage, he roared to the sky:

"Get out!"

His roar shook the heavens.

The battle Witch formation remained completely orderly.

The eyes of the Twelve Ancestor Witches gleamed with ferocity!

"Dong--"

A vast bell chime suddenly rang out.

Like the sound of the world's creation.

It pierced through the universe!

The Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell, flew from Eastern Emperor Taiyi's hand.

Its divine might was boundless and eternal!

Eastern Emperor Taiyi roared:

"Even if the heavens and earth shatter, and all realms sink!"

"If you wish to fight today, then I shall fight!"

The magic power around him circulated madly.

The Chaos Bell grew in size against the wind.

It was as if heaven and earth were inverted!

The sound of the bell chimed endlessly!

The sky seemed to fall!

The earth seemed to sink!

Just as the Demon Clan resolved to fight to the death.

Heaven, earth, time, and space suddenly froze.

Vast purple energy stretched for tens of millions of miles.

A long bridge was paved with multicolored clouds filling the sky.

Golden lotuses ten thousand feet high surged ceaselessly.

Daoist rhymes flowed.

Auspicious energy in a thousand streams.

An old Daoist in green robes stepped upon the eternal River of Time and Space.

And arrived gracefully.

In an instant.

The majestic Saint's might swept across the eight desolate lands.

Invisible Daoist rhymes flowed ceaselessly.

Multicoloured clouds illuminated tens of millions of miles.

Golden lotuses bloomed in all realms!

Teacher of all Saints!

Ancestor of the Xuanmen!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun descended upon the Primordial World!

All beings in the Primordial World trembled!

The phenomenon of heaven and earth freezing.

Alerted all the Saints in the Primordial World.

On the peak of Kunlun Mountain, Primordial Heavenly Lord's eyes suddenly opened.

Stars flowed within his pupils.

Billions of living beings cycled through birth and death!

"Master has actually descended again?"

Primordial Heavenly Lord's heart was shaken.

Ever since Hongjun's three sermons and his integration with the Dao to become the Ancestor.

The Dao Ancestor rarely appeared in the Primordial World.

The last time he descended was during the initial battle between the Witches and Demons.

"Could it be... my Master intends to stop the Witch-Demon War?"

At the same time, the Grand Pure One Laozi on Shouyang Mountain also sensed something.

He looked towards the Demon Court, his eyes filled with shock: "My teacher has descended upon the Primordial World once again?"

Since merging with the Dao, Hongjun had rarely interfered in the affairs of the Primordial World. He would only appear to intervene when a great tribulation was violated or when the Heavenly Dao was defied.

His sudden descent this time must mean a major change had occurred in the Primordial World.

On the other side, the twelve Ancestor Witches also saw Hongjun's figure, but showed no fear.

Dijiang looked at Hongjun, a surge of indignation rising in his heart.

During the fierce battle between the Witches and Demons years ago, they had fought their way to the Demon Court and were on the verge of shattering it when Hongjun descended. Citing "devastation of living beings," he stopped the war, established the rule of "Demons govern the heavens, Witches govern the earth," and ordered a million-year ceasefire.

The Ancestor Witches were resentful, feeling Hongjun had favored the Demon Clan, but the situation at the time forced them to comply.

Now, the Witch Clan's fighting spirit had reawakened, and Hongjun appeared at this moment. Wasn't this still favoritism?

At this moment, Di Jun and the other Demon Emperors, who were blinded by the battle, also saw Hongjun descend. They all restrained their killing intent and bowed respectfully from afar.

Hongjun stepped on the River of Time and Space, looking down at the Witch Clan, and sternly rebuked:

"Audacious Ancestor Witches, how dare you defy the Saints' Edicts and break the rules! Do you know your guilt?"

As his voice fell, supreme saintly might swept across heaven and earth, affecting countless Witch Clan soldiers.

When a Saint rages, the heavens collapse and the earth cracks, and billions of stars shatter.

The twelve Ancestor Witches' faces contorted, their hearts unyielding.

They only respected Pangu, did not revere the Heavenly Dao, and would not kneel to Saints. They would rather break than bend!

Now that they were controlled again, anger showed on all their faces.

Dijiang's expression was solemn, his spirit like a rainbow. He loudly declared:

"We, the sons and daughters of the Witch Clan, do not revere heaven and earth, nor do we kneel to Saints—we only respect Father God Pangu!"

Countless Witch Clan warriors roared in unison, their momentum shaking the firmament.

The Witch Clan warriors roared in unison, their voices shaking the firmament:

"We, the disciples of our clan, do not kneel to heaven and earth, nor do we believe in Saints.

We only venerate Father God Pangu!"

Their roars echoed through the heavens, their spirits like rainbows, as if they were about to fight Hongjun and the Demon Clan to the death.

Just as both sides were in a standoff, on the verge of conflict—

A leisurely voice suddenly came from beyond the heavens:

"I believe what the Dao Ancestor said is not without reason."

This statement shocked everyone.

The Primordial World suddenly trembled.

In the clear blue sky, thunder boomed, and divine might surged.

Thousands of miles of clouds churned like dragons, coiling and surging, with lightning flashing.

Mist swirled within the clouds, and auspicious light flowed, the celestial phenomena changing in an instant.

As all beings were bewildered, the spiritual energy of the Primordial World surged like a torrent.

The spirits of heaven and earth chirped, and the essence of the four seas rose.

Where mist permeated, all living beings rejoiced.

Golden clouds of merit, ten thousand feet wide, covered the sky, vast and boundless, sweeping in.

In an instant, the sun and moon lost their order, the galaxies inverted, and the waters of the nine heavens poured down.

Heaven and earth became indistinguishable, chaos reappeared, as if returning to the beginning of the primordial era!

Golden auspicious clouds surged and churned, the sound of the Great Dao intertwined with the chants of creation.

Dao charm flowed, laws resonated, all heavens rejoiced, and all realms welcomed.

The Great Sage of the Demon Clan, Gui Che, witnessed this scene and couldn't help but be horrified:

"Boundless Heavenly Venerate! What kind of existence is this? Its power surpasses that of a Saint!"

Soldiers from both the Witch and Demon Clans looked up at the sky, awestruck by the spectacle that far surpassed any Saint.

"Stomp—stomp—stomp—"

Under the horrified gazes of all beings, the sound of footsteps shattered the void.

Deep within the vast golden clouds, a Purple-Gold Imperial Carriage tore through space and time.

Eight Dragon Horses arrived, treading through the torrent, their neighs shaking the universe.

Waves splashed from the River of Time and Space, and the void of the myriad realms shattered piece by piece.

The aura of the Heavenly Dao was majestic and boundless, causing the Primordial World to tremble.

The River of Years bowed its head, and all the heavens and myriad realms submitted.

Divine might swept across the land, the Dao followed nature.

The Dragon Horses shattered the void, and the golden carriage descended upon the world.

Spiritual Birds circled above the firmament, and Kunpeng spread its wings, obscuring the sun.

Myriad flying birds followed in its wake, shimmering like a galaxy.

Amidst the starlight, a figure stood tall, and with a wave of its sleeve—

Thousands of Spiritual Treasures paved the road, and billions of immortal plants adorned the journey.

Innate energy flowed, and treasure light radiated in all directions.

The Dragon Horses trod upon starlight, surrounded by the cheers of all spirits, welcomed by the Heavenly Dao, and astonishing all living beings.

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Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun showed a look of surprise, gazing at the eight-horse, dragon-drawn Purple-Gold Imperial Carriage galloping over amidst the immense radiance, its aura incredibly majestic!