Mutual Destruction, Chaotic Fate, A Glimmer of Hope for the Human Race

Only Sha Qi surged into the sky, and the blood essence of the Ancestor Witches made Pangu's Will sense it.

In an instant, Buzhou Mountain blazed with towering flames. Pangu burned his own will, instantly shattering the seals of Hongjun and the other Chaos Demon Gods, forcibly descending the true form of the Ancestor Witches.

"No—!"

Hongjun's heart-wrenching roar echoed.

Crackling...

The World-Destroying Divine Thunder also appeared at that moment.

The entire sky of the Primordial World turned pitch black, so dark that one couldn't see their hand before their face.

Yet faintly within, a one-armed giant was seen, standing tall between heaven and earth.

Though his chest was incomplete, fortunately, his frame remained.

He gripped the Sky-Opening Divine Axe with a single hand.

His eyes slowly opened.

Buzz—

In that instant, those eyes transformed into endless golden light, piercing through all illusions.

"Father God—!"

The Three Pure Ones all knelt down at that moment.

But what greeted them was Pangu's furious, cold snort.

Pfft—

The Three Pure Ones instantly spat blood.

Before Hongjun could react, Pangu's gaze had already pierced into the River of Destiny.

In an instant, he saw the course of the Primordial World and the fate of the Witch Race.

Enraged, he directly stirred the River of Destiny.

A crashing sound arose as monstrous waves surged within the River of Destiny.

Hongjun was terrified—Pangu was trying to forcibly alter the fate of the Primordial World. How could this be allowed?

"Pangu, stop—!"

Hongjun went all out, sacrificing his magical power and blood essence, burning his own Primordial Spirit. The Jade Butterfly of Creation erupted with terrifying radiance.

Waves of Dao resonance blanketed the heavens and earth, directly enveloping the entire Primordial World.

"Fellow Daoists, lend me your strength—!"

With a furious roar, Hongjun, sparing no cost, charged into the River of Destiny.

The other Chaos Demon Gods at this moment also threw caution to the wind.

Rumble...

Only the endless chaos beyond the Primordial World, in all directions, Instantly exploded.

Chaotic tides surged for billions upon billions of miles.

Within the River of Destiny, a cataclysmic battle erupted.

In an instant, the entire Primordial World trembled unceasingly, streaks of Great Dao patterns flashing.

Countless living beings, unable to withstand this terrifying might, instantly exploded and perished.

In the sky, the Eye of Heavenly Punishment also appeared, and the World-Destroying Divine Thunder fell, striking Pangu's body.

In that instant, the Witch Race's fortune plummeted again.

Even Pangu's physical form crumbled further into ruin.

"Pangu, stop! You have already fallen—why must you appear again? The Primordial World was created by you; do you intend to destroy it?"

Hongjun shouted ceaselessly:

"Look at your Witch Race descendants! If you continue to sustain the Pangu True Body, the Twelve Ancestor Witches will surely be utterly destroyed because of you. And the Human Race's fortune is already linked to the Witch Race's—do you truly want mutual annihilation?"

Both sides were gambling.

As if hearing Hongjun's words, Pangu looked toward Chu Yan.

In the darkness, two beams of golden light shot straight at Chu Yan. In that moment, their gazes met.

In that instant, Pangu saw Chu Yan's past and present lives.

Likewise, Chu Yan seemed to see Pangu's entire life, and even the changes in the River of Destiny from moments ago.

"Alas—."

Suddenly, a sigh rang out from Pangu's mouth.

After a melancholy sigh, the Pangu True Body slowly rose, leveling with Buzhou Mountain.

His gaze also turned to Hongjun.

Hongjun understood instantly—if he didn't give a satisfactory explanation today, Pangu might truly be willing to bring everything to ruin together.

"Pangu, let today's matter end here. Chu Yan may serve as the teacher of the Human Race. From this day forward, we each rely on our own means. You shall not interfere, or else I, Hongjun, would rather perish together with you."

The voice pierced through the entire Primordial World. Countless Great Powers were stunned upon hearing this.

Had Chu Yan truly carved out a path of life for the Human Race?

Tongtian also smiled in relief—his own principles had indeed been correct.

But Nuwa grew anxious.

"Teacher..."

"Silence."

Hongjun was furious, wishing he could glare Nuwa to death with a single look. Look at what kind of mess you've created!

Forcing down his anger, Hongjun continued: "Nuwa has, after all, added a new race to the Primordial World. Her ascension to sainthood is already a fixed outcome. Pangu, This Seat has already taken a step back. Do not press too hard."

The two sides faced off for a moment. Pangu's Will slowly dissipated, but he still turned his head to glance at Chu Yan.

That single glance contained far too much.

Suddenly, Pangu's True Body began to crumble.

Rumble...

Twelve figures crashed to the ground. Pangu's True Body dispersed, and the Twelve Ancestor Witches appeared.

Yet at this moment, the Twelve Ancestor Witches were utterly aged.

As if their oil had run out and their lamp had burned dry—this was the price of forcibly burning the Ancestor Witches' essence blood and having Pangu forcibly descend into the Ancestor Witches' true bodies.

Buzhou Mountain once again regained its majestic grandeur, but a large chunk had been torn away by Hongjun.

Moreover, due to the burning and consumption of Pangu's Will, the oppressive pressure of Buzhou Mountain had greatly diminished.

Even so, it was still no place for just any random cat or dog to ascend.

The waves of the Eastern Sea had calmed. The trembling of the Primordial World had stabilized.

The Chaos Demon God had also dispersed.

Only the endless Chaos continued to surge with waves.

Hongjun resumed his appearance as the Dao Ancestor, his face pale and his aura unstable.

Yet he persisted. With a wave of his hand, light once again enveloped the Primordial land.

His gaze fell on Chu Yan, as if he wished to devour Chu Yan's flesh and drink his blood.

Turning his gaze to the Witch Race, the Twelve Ancestor Witches were too depleted; they would likely need time to recuperate. In the short term, they could stir up no waves.

Looking next at the Heavenly Court's Demon Race, the Ten Demon Marshals had fallen unconscious, and countless great demons had exploded and died.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun were now aged far too much.

The entire Demon Race's destiny had plummeted to rock bottom.

Turning his gaze to the Primordial Human Race, each one was listless, and their terrifying destiny had been cut in half.

Yet what shocked everyone was that the Human Race's destiny began to slowly grow again.

It enraged the Demon Race to the point of spitting blood.

Just what kind of race was this?

Hongjun stepped forward. Golden light and heavenly flowers rained down.

"In this battle, the Primordial World has suffered grievous losses. For ten thousand years, the Witch and Demon Races shall not wage great war."

The Primordial World had been riddled with wounds from this battle, and the River of Destiny had been thrown into chaos by Pangu.

This battle had plunged the future fate of the Primordial World into disorder.

The Heavenly Dao needed time to repair itself.

Moreover, the Demon Race's destiny had bottomed out. If they fought again, they would surely lose—this ran counter to the Heavenly Dao's calculations.

"Nuwa created humanity, a merit to the Primordial World. Nuwa may become a Saint."

As the words fell, the remaining half of the merit was forcibly infused into Nuwa's body by Hongjun.

Taking advantage of this moment when fate was chaotic and the Heavenly Dao had yet to sort things out, Hongjun preemptively settled all variables.

Thus, once the Heavenly Dao straightened out the River of Destiny of the Primordial World, all these accidental factors would become fixed numbers.

Even Chu Yan, this anomaly, would ultimately become a fixed number under Hongjun's arrangement, impossible to change.

Golden light and heavenly flowers rained down, and lotuses bloomed everywhere.

Countless celestial melodies resounded, dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing, qilins heralding auspicious signs.

Golden merit descended from the heavens, nourishing all things.

Boom...

Nuwa's aura surged instantly, directly breaking through the Quasi-Saint limit and stepping into the Saint stage in one stride.

Her Primordial Spirit was directly entrusted to the Heavenly Dao.

"Congratulations, Junior Sister Nuwa, on attaining sainthood."

Taiqing, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti all offered their congratulations.

"Congratulations, Junior Sister Nuwa, on attaining sainthood."

Tongtian also congratulated her, but was met with a cold snort from Nuwa.

"We pay homage to the Demon Saint of the Demon Race."

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi hastily knelt. Nuwa was of the Demon Race; once she became a Saint, the Demon Race would have a Saint's protection.

Indeed, the Demon Race, whose fortune had already bottomed out, suddenly burst forth with endless radiance.

The Demon Race's fortune had risen.

This shocked the countless Great Powers of the Primordial World.

"The Demon Race's fortune has risen, directly surpassing the Witch Race. And with a Saint suppressing their fortune, the Demon Race has actually come out ahead this time."

This sight filled the Witch Race with blazing fury.

"We pay homage to the Saint."

Countless Living Beings of the Primordial World all prostrated themselves. The Saint's pressure permeated the Primordial World.

But there were two exceptions: the Witch Race and the Human Race.

They didn't even kneel to Hongjun; there was no way they would kneel for Nuwa's sainthood.

The golden light dissipated. Nuwa had become a Saint, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

After so many twists and turns, she had finally attained sainthood.

But in the next instant, Nuwa's expression changed drastically:

"Chu Yan, you tricked me. So the conditions before were all your schemes against me. How dare you!"