Two Sides Suffer Heavy Losses, Destiny Thrown into Chaos, a Thread of Life for the Human Race

He saw baleful energy surging into the heavens. The aura of the Ancestor Witch Essence Blood had reached Pangu's Will.

In an instant, raging flames blazed across Buzhou Mountain. Pangu burned his own will, shattered the seal imposed by Hongjun and the other Chaos Demon Gods, and forcibly descended into the Ancestral Witch True Body.

"No—!"

Hongjun let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Crash...

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

The entire sky over the Primordial World turned pitch-black. You couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Yet amid the darkness, a one-armed giant stood between heaven and earth.

Though his chest was incomplete, his frame remained intact.

He held a Sky-Opening Divine Axe in one hand.

His eyes slowly opened.

Buzz—

In an instant, his eyes blazed with endless golden light, seeing through every illusion.

"Father God—!"

The Three Pure Ones immediately fell to their knees.

But Pangu answered them with an angry snort.

Pfft—

The Three Pure Ones instantly spat blood.

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

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

In his fury, he directly stirred the River of Destiny.

A crashing sound rang out as enormous waves surged across the river.

Hongjun was horrified. Pangu meant to forcibly alter the fate of the Primordial World. How could he allow that?

"Pangu, stop—!"

Hongjun went all out as well. He sacrificed his cultivation and essence blood, burned his own primordial spirit, and made the Jade Disc of Creation erupt with terrifying light.

Wave after wave of Daoist resonance swept across the heavens, enveloping the entire Primordial World.

"Fellow Daoists, lend me your aid—!"

After his furious shout, Hongjun spared nothing as he charged into the River of Destiny.

At that moment, the other Chaos Demon Gods also threw everything into the fight.

Rumble...

Beyond the Primordial World, boundless Chaos stretched in every direction.

It exploded in an instant.

Tides of Chaos surged for billions upon billions of kilometers.

A world-shaking battle erupted within the River of Destiny.

The entire Primordial World trembled violently, and patterns of the Great Dao flashed into view.

Countless living beings couldn't withstand the terrifying power and burst apart in an instant.

The Eye of Heavenly Punishment appeared in the sky, and World-Destroying Divine Thunder crashed down upon Pangu.

In an instant, the Witch Race's fortune fell once more.

Even Pangu's body was left in ruins again.

"Pangu, stop! You've already fallen. Why have you appeared again? You created the Primordial World—do you mean to destroy it?"

Hongjun kept trying to stop him.

"Look at your descendants in the Witch Race! If you keep sustaining the Pangu True Body, the Twelve Ancestor Witches will surely perish because of you. And the Human Race's fortune is already tied to the Witch Race's. Do you truly intend to drag everyone down with you?"

Both sides were gambling everything.

As if he'd heard Hongjun's words, Pangu turned his gaze toward Chu Yan.

Two beams of golden light shot through the darkness toward Chu Yan. At that instant, their gazes met.

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

Likewise, Chu Yan seemed to see Pangu's entire life—and even the changes that had just occurred in the River of Destiny.

"Alas..."

A sigh suddenly escaped Pangu's lips.

After a melancholy sigh, Pangu's True Body slowly grew until it stood as tall as Buzhou Mountain.

His gaze turned to Hongjun.

Hongjun understood at once. Unless he gave Pangu an acceptable explanation, Pangu might truly drag them all down with him.

"Pangu, let today's matter end here. Chu Yan may serve as the Human Race Teacher. After today, we each rely on our own means, and you must not interfere. Otherwise, I, Hongjun, would rather perish together with you."

His voice rang across the entire Primordial World. The countless Great Powers who heard him were stunned.

Had Chu Yan really carved out a path to survival for the Human Race?

Tongtian smiled with relief. It seemed his sense of justice had been right after all.

But Nuwa grew anxious.

"Teacher..."

"Silence."

Hongjun was furious. He wanted to glare Nuwa to death. Just look at what she'd made!

Suppressing his anger, Hongjun continued:

"Nuwa did, after all, add a new race to the Primordial World. Her becoming a Sage is already set in stone. Pangu, I've already taken a step back. Don't push me further."

The two sides faced off for a while. Pangu's Will slowly faded, but before it vanished, he turned to look at Chu Yan once more.

That glance held so much.

Suddenly, Pangu's True Body began to disintegrate.

Rumble...

Twelve figures crashed to the ground. The Pangu True Body dispersed, revealing the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

At that moment, however, the Twelve Ancestor Witches looked incredibly old.

They were like lamps running out of oil. This was the price of forcibly burning their Ancestor Witch Essence Blood to summon Pangu into the Ancestral Witch True Body.

Buzhou Mountain once again regained its former grandeur, but a large section had been taken by Hongjun.

And the burning of Pangu's Will had further weakened it.

The pressure from Buzhou Mountain had diminished considerably.

Even so, it was still no place that just any nobody could casually climb.

The waves in the Eastern Sea had settled, and the Primordial World's trembling had stopped.

The Chaos Demon Gods also withdrew.

Only the endless Chaos still roiled with surging tides.

Hongjun resumed his Dao Ancestor form. His face was deathly pale, and his aura unsteady.

Even so, he pressed on. With a wave of his hand, he once again bathed the land of the Primordial World in light.

He looked at Chu Yan as if he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Then he looked at the Witch Race. The Twelve Ancestor Witches were badly depleted and would need time to recover. They wouldn't be able to stir up trouble anytime soon.

Next, he looked at the Demon Race in the Heavenly Court. The Ten Demon Marshals had all passed out, and countless great demons had burst apart.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun had both aged considerably.

The Demon Race's fortune had plunged to rock bottom.

Then he looked at the Primordial Human Race. They were all listless, and their terrifying fortune had been cut in half.

But what shocked everyone was that the Human Race's fortune had begun to slowly rise again.

The Demon Race was so furious they could have spat blood.

What the hell kind of race was this?

Hongjun stepped forward, and golden light rained from the heavens.

"This battle has caused great losses across the Primordial World. The Witch and Demon Races must not wage war for the next ten thousand years."

The battle had left the Primordial World devastated, and Pangu had thrown the River of Destiny into chaos.

This battle had thrown the future destiny of the Primordial World into disarray.

The Heavenly Dao needed time to repair itself.

Besides, the Demon Race's fortune had bottomed out. If they fought again, the Demon Race would surely lose. That would run counter to the Heavenly Dao's plans.

"Nuwa created humanity and contributed to the Primordial World. Nuwa may become a Sage."

As his words fell, Hongjun forcibly poured the remaining half of the merit into Nuwa's body.

Taking advantage of the chaos in destiny and the Heavenly Dao's inability to make sense of things, Hongjun moved ahead of time to arrange all the Variables.

That way, once the Heavenly Dao had sorted out the River of Destiny in the Primordial World, every unexpected factor would become a Fixed Number.

Even an anomaly like Chu Yan would become a Fixed Number as long as Hongjun arranged things properly. Nothing would be able to change that.

Golden light rained from the heavens, and lotus blossoms bloomed.

Immortal music filled the air as dragons soared, phoenixes danced, and qilins appeared as auspicious signs.

Golden merit rained down from the sky, nourishing all things.

Rumble...

Nuwa's aura soared in an instant. She broke through the Quasi-Saint limit and stepped into Sainthood.

Her primordial spirit was entrusted directly to the Heavenly Dao.

"Congratulations on becoming a Sage, Junior Sister Nuwa."

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

"Congratulations on becoming a Sage, Junior Sister Nuwa."

Tongtian offered his congratulations as well, but Nuwa responded with a cold snort.

"We pay our respects to the Demon Race's Demon Saint."

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi hurriedly knelt. Nuwa belonged to the Demon Race, and with her becoming a Sage, the Demon Race would have a Sage to protect it.

Sure enough, the Demon Race's fortune, which had already bottomed out, suddenly blazed with boundless light.

The Demon Race's fortune had risen.

The countless Great Powers of the Primordial World were shaken.

"The Demon Race's fortune has risen so much that it has surpassed the Witch Race's. With a Sage suppressing its fortune, the Demon Race has actually come out ahead."

The sight filled the Witch Race with fury.

"We pay our respects to the Sage."

Countless beings across the Primordial World fell to their knees, as the Sage's pressure spread throughout the world.

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

The hell would they kneel to Hongjun? They certainly weren't going to kneel just because Nuwa had become a Sage.

The golden light faded. Nuwa had become a Sage, and she let out a sigh of relief.

After so many twists and turns, she'd finally become a Sage.

But in the next instant, Nuwa's expression changed dramatically.

"Chu Yan, you tricked me! So the conditions you set before were all part of your scheme against me. How dare you!"