Pangu

It's good to be a clear observer.

Inside the Taiqing Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

The Radiant Light Technique water mirror cast by Grand Pure One Laozi still clearly reflected the extremely brutal Witch-Demon War at the peak of Buzhou Mountain.

Dao Xuan and the Three Pure Ones, like detached spectators, silently watched this catastrophe sweeping across the Great Desolation.

Within the water mirror, time flowed.

The Witch and Demon clans had been locked in a fierce battle at the peak of Buzhou Mountain for a full three thousand years!

Three thousand years of blood and fire!

Three thousand years of slaughter!

Buzhou Mountain, this pillar supporting heaven and earth in the Great Desolation, was no longer as majestic as it once was.

Its surface was crisscrossed with ravines and densely covered with cracks, as if it had been struck by countless giant axes!

The dark red blood of the witches and the colorful blood of the demons had soaked into the rocks, forming thick scabs that exuded a sky-piercing aura of resentment and malevolence!

The divine mountain, once filled with immortal spiritual energy, had now become a purgatory of carnage!

On the battlefield at the peak, corpses piled up like mountains. Broken weapons, shattered armor, snapped feathers, and enormous skeletons... covered every inch of the land!

Of the Witch Clan warriors, less than three in ten remained.

The billions of witch soldiers, who once had blood essence like dragons and killing intent that reached the heavens, were now just scattered remnants. Many warriors, covered in blood and with severed limbs, still roared and fought.

Nearly half of the hundreds of Great Witches had fallen!

Xing Tian, with one arm and one leg severed, his remaining single eye burning with mad battle intent, wielded his axe and shield, but he was no longer as mighty as he once was.

Hou Yi's divine arrows were almost depleted, his bowstring snapped. He was pierced by several poisoned arrows from the Demon Clan, his aura weak.

Nine Phoenix's nine heads had four severed, her feathers shed, her wind and fire dimmed.

Feng Bo, Yu Shi, and others were also covered in wounds.

The Demon Clan's army had also suffered heavy losses.

More than half of the tens of millions of demon soldiers were lost!

Countless demon kings and demon saints had fallen. The demon clouds were sparse, and their formations were scattered.

Among the demon marshals, Fei Lian was heavily wounded by an arrow from Hou Yi, Gui Che had one head severed by Xing Tian, and Qin Yuan's poison sac was ruptured, leaving him barely breathing.

All ten great demon marshals were wounded, no longer possessing their former might.

Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Xihe, and Changxi, though Quasi-Saints, had fought continuously for three thousand years. Their magical power was greatly depleted, and they were mentally exhausted.

Dijun, the Heavenly Emperor, his imperial robe torn, his face pale, the light of the River Diagram and Luo Book above his head dimmed.

Taiyi's golden crown was askew, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, the Chaos Bell hummed incessantly, and the Mysterious Yellow Qi was no longer as potent as it once was.

Fuxi's Fuxi Qin had two strings broken, its eight trigram projections flickering.

Xihe and Changxi's Sun and Moon Twin Wheels had their brilliance retracted, their auras fluctuating.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches' true bodies were also covered in wounds.

Dijiang's spatial power flowed sluggishly.

Zhurong's blazing flames no longer burned the heavens.

Gonggong's heavy water's might was greatly reduced.

Houtu's Earthen God Light dimmed.

Jumang's Wood Qi's vitality was weak.

After three thousand years of bloody battle, both sides were at the end of their rope!

"Roar--!"

Within the water mirror, the roar of the Ancestral Witch Dijiang, shaking the universe and filled with boundless grief, indignation, and rage, echoed out!

He looked at the heavy casualties of the Witch Clan warriors below, at the mountains of Witch Clan corpses, his eyes blood-red!

"Brothers and sisters!"

Dijiang's voice resounded across the battlefield, filled with determination and madness!

"Our sons and daughters are all dead or wounded! This hatred cannot be borne!"

"Form the array! Let these feathered beasts and those who hatch from wet eggs, see our power!"

"Let them witness what it means to be Pangu's true lineage!"

"The Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Formation--Rise!!!"

Boom--!!!

Following Dijiang's command!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches moved instantly!

They took up their positions in an inscrutable, unfathomable, and unpredictable formation!

As if resonating with some trajectory of world creation from the primordial void!

"ROAR!!!"

Twelve roars, originating from the depths of their bloodlines, erupted simultaneously!

In an instant!

Heaven and earth lost their color, the sun and moon dimmed!

Endless chaotic malevolent energy surged forth from the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

The malevolent energy, thick as ink and viscous as blood, instantly enveloped the entire peak of Buzhou Mountain!

The water mirror image distorted violently, as if it had been cast into the primordial chaos before the heavens and earth were separated!

A terrifying aura, originating from the dawn of creation, vast, ancient, supreme, and causing all beings to tremble, erupted from the center of the chaotic malevolent energy!

Crack--!

Within the Taiqing Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

The water mirror, condensed by Grand Pure One Laozi's magical power, could not withstand the impact of this aura, and its surface instantly became covered in cracks!

For the first time, a look of solemnity appeared on Laozi's face, which was usually as calm as an ancient well.

He flicked his finger, and a beam of pure light flowed into the water mirror, forcibly stabilizing the image.

The Primordial Heavenly Venerate suddenly stood up, his eyes shooting out sharp light as he stared intently at the water mirror!

The excitement on Sect Master Tongtian's face had long since vanished, replaced by unprecedented shock and... a trace of indescribable emotion!

Dao Xuan's heart trembled violently, the phantom of the Twelve-Petaled Pure World White Lotus in his Primordial Spirit swayed wildly, and the Myriad Treasures Nine Dragon Seal hummed, as if it had encountered its natural nemesis!

With the enhancement of Laozi's magical power, the water mirror image became barely clear.

The chaotic malevolent energy that enveloped Buzhou Mountain slowly dissipated.

A figure, towering between heaven and earth, too majestic to be described in words, stood between heaven and earth!

Its height was immeasurable! Its head touched the chaotic firmament, and its feet trod upon the Great Desolation!

Its form was like ancient divine mountains, with muscles coiled, containing the supreme power of creation!

Its appearance was blurred, shrouded in chaotic currents, with only a pair of eyes, like two great suns of primordial chaos, indifferently looking down upon all beings in the Great Desolation!

Pangu!

The Great God Pangu who created heaven and earth!

Although it was merely a phantom formed by the essence blood, malevolent energy, and will of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

Yet, the pressure originating from the source of their bloodline, the supreme Dao rhythm of creation, was real and undeniable!

The Pangu True Body!

The ultimate profound meaning of the Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Formation—summoning the Pangu True Body!

At this moment!

The entire Great Desolation world fell into a deathly silence!

All was still!

All living beings, regardless of their cultivation level or location, felt a fear and submission originating from the depths of their souls!

It was the instinctual reverence of ants facing a creator god!

On Kunlun Mountain, in the Taiqing Palace.

The Primordial Heavenly Venerate's face turned ashen, his body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with complex and difficult-to-understand emotions, including awe, excitement, and a sense of indignant anger at being offended!

Sect Master Tongtian also wore a solemn expression, murmuring, "Father God... Is this the might of Father God..."

Grand Pure One Laozi's gaze was profound, as if he could see through time and space to witness the feat of creation. He slowly spoke, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor:

"Father God Pangu... Although a phantom, his power is already close to Primordial Chaos..."

Dao Xuan felt as if his Primordial Spirit was about to split. If not for Laozi's protection, even a mere residual ripple of pressure from the water mirror would have been enough to severely injure him!

He was horrified in his heart: "Is this the power of one of the ultimate killing formations of the Great Desolation? Summoning the Pangu True Body! Terrifying indeed!"

Within the water mirror.

The towering phantom of Pangu slowly lowered its head.

Those chaotic eyes indifferently swept over the Demon Clan's formation below, which resembled ants.

Wherever its gaze fell, Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, and other top Quasi-Saints felt a suffocating pressure, as if they were being rejected by the entire Great Desolation world!

The phantom of Pangu slowly raised its giant hand, which seemed capable of holding up the chaos and splitting the primordial void.

He did not attack directly.

Instead, he made a gentle gesture towards the void!

Buzz--!

Hummm...!

Hummm...!

Three distinct hums, each containing the dao rhythm of world creation, instantly echoed throughout the Great Desolation!

The first hum came from the Chaos Bell in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's hand!

The Chaos Bell vibrated violently, and the Mysterious Yellow Qi surged, as if trying to break free from Taiyi's control and fly towards the Pangu phantom!

"Not good!" Taiyi's expression changed drastically. He roared, and the Solar True Fire and Primordial Spirit power around his body surged into the Chaos Bell, suppressing it with all his might!

The second hum came from the Taiqing Palace on Kunlun Mountain!

The Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda above Grand Pure One Laozi's head dripped with Mysterious Yellow Qi like a waterfall. At this moment, the Taiji Diagram also trembled slightly, humming as if it wanted to tear through the void and fly away!

Laozi's gaze sharpened. The Auspicious Cloud above his head rolled, the Three Flowers swayed, and the Five Qi returned to the origin within his chest. A vast and effortless magical power surged out, instantly stabilizing the Taiji Diagram!

The third hum!

The Pangu Banner before the Primordial Heavenly Venerate roared, its surface rustling. Chaos sword energy erupted uncontrollably, tearing through the void. The banner pole shook violently, as if it wanted to return to its true master!

The Primordial Heavenly Venerate snorted coldly, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light erupted. The phantom of the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi appeared within the Auspicious Cloud, pressing down heavily and forcefully stabilizing the agitated Pangu Banner!

With a single move, the Pangu phantom actually caused the three world-creation supreme treasures to become restless simultaneously, wanting to return to their rightful place!

This scene filled all the great powers in the Great Desolation with terror!

If the three supreme treasures were truly summoned and fell into the hands of the Pangu phantom... the consequences would be unimaginable!

Seeing that its summoning was unsuccessful, the Pangu phantom's chaotic eyes seemed to flash with a trace of faint... disappointment?

Immediately, its indifferent gaze locked onto the Demon Clan's formation once more.

It specifically focused on Dijun, who was wearing the tattered robes of the Heavenly Emperor!

Dijun instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if the entire world had abandoned him, and the shadow of death enveloped his heart!

The Pangu phantom hesitated no longer.

The giant hand that held up the chaos slowly clenched!

There was no earth-shattering aura, no dazzling display of light.

It was simply, a single punch!

The fist struck!

Chaos split open!

Earth, water, fire, and wind were recreated!

Time and space seemed to lose all meaning before this punch!

Dijun's pupils contracted sharply!

He felt it! It was the pure, ultimate power of world creation!

Impossible to dodge! Impossible to resist!

"Your Majesty!" Taiyi's eyes were about to split!

"Big Brother!" Fuxi exclaimed!

"River Diagram and Luo Book! Stars of the Heavens! Block it for me!" Dijun let out a desperate roar, pouring his remaining magical power into the River Diagram and Luo Book above his head without reservation!

The River Diagram and Luo Book shone brightly, and the phantom of the Stars of the Heavens spun wildly, forming a brilliant river of stars as a barrier!

Xihe and Changxi's Sun and Moon Wheels also transformed into the shadows of the sun and moon, merging into the barrier!

Fuxi's zither music became urgent, and the Eight Trigrams formation layers protected Dijun!

However.

Before the Pangu phantom's seemingly slow, yet containing world-creation power, punch.

All these defenses were as fragile as paper!

Crack!

The Eight Trigrams formation shattered first!

The shadows of the sun and moon instantly dimmed and dispersed!

The brilliant barrier of the Stars of the Heavens, like glass struck by a boulder, exploded with a roar!

The River Diagram and Luo Book let out a mournful cry, their light completely dimmed, and they flew back into Dijun's body!

Pfft--!

Dijun felt as if he had been hit by an eternal divine mountain, his Heavenly Emperor robes completely turned to dust!

His chest caved in deeply, his bones shattered!

Great gulps of golden-red imperial blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spewed out!

His aura instantly weakened to the extreme, like a candle in the wind, and he fell from the high heavens!

One punch!

One punch!

The Heavenly Emperor Dijun, who had advanced to the late Quasi-Saint stage with the merits of the Heavenly Marriage, and wielded the River Diagram and Luo Book, was severely wounded and on the verge of death!

The power of Pangu's phantom's punch was terrifying!

All living beings in the Great Desolation were struck speechless!

Dao Xuan, before the water mirror, gasped!

Sect Master Tongtian clenched his fists.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's expression was as dark as water.

Laozi's gaze was deep, lost in thought.

Pangu's phantom, after heavily injuring Dijun with one punch, did not stop.

Those indifferent, chaotic eyes locked onto the falling Dijun. The other giant hand was raised again, forming a fist!

Clearly, he intended to completely finish off this Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan!

"Big Brother--!!!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi went completely mad!

His eyes turned blood red, and the Solar True Fire ignited around his Golden Crow imperial robe!

"Do not harm my brother!"

Taiyi transformed into a burning golden stream of light, instantly blocking in front of the falling Dijun!

He raised the Chaos Bell with both hands, pouring his remaining magical power, vital blood, and even his Primordial Spirit's power into it without reservation!

"Chaos Bell! Block it for me!!!"

"Clang--!!!"

The Chaos Bell let out an unprecedented, tragic, and magnificent chime!

The Mysterious Yellow Qi became unprecedentedly dense, almost solidifying into substance, transforming into a giant Mysterious Yellow Bell that enveloped Taiyi and Dijun!

Pangu's phantom's second punch arrived!

Boom--!!!

An indescribable roar!

It was like the first thunderclap of creation!

The Mysterious Yellow Bell formed by the Chaos Bell vibrated violently!

The Mysterious Yellow Qi on the bell body scattered wildly!

Faint cracks actually spread across the surface of the bell!

"Pfft!"

Taiyi spat out a mouthful of vital blood, his golden crown shattered, his black hair danced wildly, and golden blood seeped from all seven orifices!

His body trembled violently, and the bones in his arms groaned under the unbearable weight, almost breaking!

But he gritted his teeth, burning his origin, and stubbornly withstood this second, world-shattering punch!

The Chaos Bell wailed, its light dimmed, and it retreated into Taiyi's hand.

Taiyi held the severely wounded and unconscious Dijun. His aura was also extremely weak, swaying precariously, with no strength left to fight!

Two punches!

Pangu's phantom's two punches!

Severely wounded the Heavenly Emperor Dijun!

Crippled Eastern Emperor Taiyi!

The two pillars of the Demon Clan collapsed in an instant!

The entire Great Desolation fell into a deathly silence.

Fear!

Boundless fear, like a cold tide, drowned the hearts of all living beings who witnessed this scene.

Kunlun Mountain, Taiqing Palace.

Silence reigned before the water mirror.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate slowly sat down, his expression extremely grim.

Sect Master Tongtian loosened his clenched fists. The excitement in his eyes was gone, replaced by deep apprehension.

Laozi silently watched the Pangu phantom, which reached the heavens, and the tragic state of the Demon Clan below in the water mirror. Finally, he simply closed his eyes slowly.

In Dao Xuan's heart, only one thought remained:

"Pangu... is this the power that created the heavens and earth?"

"The heavens of the Great Desolation are truly about to change..."