Request Pangu

Countless Great Powers turned their gazes toward Chu Yan, stunned by the bizarre scene before them.

The Chu Yan who had feared nothing before—why was he kneeling now?

Even Hongjun was taken aback. Could it be that Chu Yan had finally come to his senses?

Yet in the next instant, Hongjun felt his heart race as a wave of dread washed over him.

"Great God Pangu above, blessed by your World Creation, you forged this brilliant Primordial Era. Countless Living Beings are all grateful for your grace. Today, the Human Race faces calamity. I beseech Great God Pangu to lend your aid, to shield my race from oppression. I, Chu Yan, the first of the Primordial Human Race, inheriting your benevolence, swear here and now that the Human Race shall repay this debt a hundredfold in days to come."

As these words rang out, the countless Great Powers of the Primordial Era were shaken to their core.

"Damn, he's actually calling upon Great God Pangu?"

Hongjun's heart leaped with alarm.

All they saw was Chu Yan kneeling toward Buzhou Mountain:

"I implore Great God Pangu to save our Human Race. The Human Race shall never forget your great grace for all eternity!"

Chu Yan had played his trump card—this was his final gambit.

If even this couldn't secure a sliver of hope for the Human Race, then Chu Yan was ready to face death.

Rumble...

Suddenly, thunder roared.

Countless Living Beings' expressions shifted in shock:

"How is this possible? Chu Yan is actually kneeling to Great God Pangu?"

The countless Living Beings were utterly dumbfounded.

In the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall, the Twelve Ancestor Witches abruptly stood up, all staring toward Buzhou Mountain.

Rumble...

Whoosh—

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted.

On Buzhou Mountain, waves of dreadful energy began to reverberate.

"This... how is this possible? Chu Yan really summoned Great God Pangu?"

"How can this be? Is this Chu Yan's true background? Why would Great God Pangu help the Human Race?"

The countless Great Powers of the Primordial Era were crushed to the ground by the oppressive might, unable to move.

Taiqing, Yuanshi, and the others all glared fiercely at Nuwa, as if to say, See? This is the race you created. Are you satisfied now?

The Twelve Ancestor Witches were also stunned.

"Father God—it truly is Father God's aura. The Human Race has actually moved Father God."

"Then we, the Witch Race, must surely lend them our aid."

"Indeed."

Whoosh—

On Buzhou Mountain, Pangu's aura erupted fully.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire Primordial Era.

The terrifying Power Law exploded forth in that single moment.

Ptoo—

Hongjun spat blood on the spot and immediately fell to his knees.

Tongtian, Yuanshi, Taiqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti were already crushed to the ground, unable to rise.

"We... we pay homage to Great God Pangu."

Hongjun's face was pale with terror, his mind flashing back to the chaos where Pangu had slaughtered in all directions.

A deep, ineradicable fear erupted from the core of his being.

"We pay homage to Father God."

The Three Pure Ones were now sobbing uncontrollably, especially Tongtian, who was filled with deep regret.

They could feel the anger radiating from Pangu's aura.

Deep in the Chaos, those Demon Gods jolted awake, their eyes filled with terror.

"This is impossible—it's Pangu's aura! Isn't he supposed to be dead?"

Ptoo—

Spitting blood, the Chaos Demon Gods saw the wounds they had barely healed tear open once more in that instant.

Crackle, crackle...

Boom—

In an instant, the Eye of Heavenly Punishment collapsed directly.

"Not good—."

Hongjun's expression shifted drastically.

In that moment, the Jade Plate of Creation erupted with terrifying radiance.

"Pangu, you have already fallen, why do you still interfere with the Primordial World?"

A great roar rang out, but the only response was Pangu's fearsome will.

"Pfft—."

Hongjun spat out a mouthful of blood.

He saw the Eye of Heavenly Punishment crack open, and a drop of golden blood seeped out.

The entire sky was shrouded by Pangu's will.

Vaguely, above Buzhou Mountain, the phantom of a Sky-Supporting Giant could be seen taking form.

Its two eyes swept across like laser beams, heading straight for Chu Yan.

The phantom raised the axe in its hand, intending to sever the Karma of the Human Race.

"Not good, all of you, strike quickly to suppress Pangu, or else you will surely face Death of body and soul—."

Hongjun let out a great roar and instantly transformed into his true form.

His terrifying Chaos Demon God body erupted with dreadful might.

This roar reached straight into the Chaos.

The Chaos Demon God Willow and the others heard it clearly in an instant.

Rumble—.

Deep within the Chaos, a colossal willow tree manifested its true form, its endless branches stretching forth.

Many Demon Gods had survived from the Chaos; after the great battle with Demon Ancestor Luohu, aside from the two Hongjun had tricked, some still remained.

Now, they had no choice but to act again.

"Daoist Pangu, since you have fallen, why struggle further?"

"Daoist Pangu, the Chaos is already broken, why are you so stubbornly deluded?"

In an instant, several Chaos Demon Gods descended upon the Primordial World.

Hongjun held the Jade Plate of Creation, unleashing boundless might.

"Roar—."

On Buzhou Mountain, the phantom of a giant man roared up to the heavens, and the entire Primordial World began to tremble.

Rumble, rumble...

Hongjun's manifested Chaos Demon God true form, joined by several other Chaos Demon Gods, clashed with Pangu.

But with just a single encounter, Hongjun and the others suffered losses.

"Damn it, this Pangu has already fallen, yet he is still this powerful. Fellow Daoists, stop holding back. Suppress Pangu, or the Primordial World will shatter, and none of you will have any chance of survival."

This was a battle among Chaos Demon Gods.

With such a terrifying formation, the Heavenly Dao could no longer intervene.

The battle expanded rapidly, and the Primordial World seemed on the verge of collapse.

Hongjun hastily threw the Jade Plate of Creation in his hand to shield the Primordial World.

At the same time, a terrifying willow tree appeared in the sky, its size surpassing the Primordial World itself.

The other Demon Gods all manifested their true forms, intent on suppressing Pangu's Will.

Seeing this, Chu Yan's eyes lit up—an opportunity had arrived.

He immediately turned and shouted at the hundred thousand Innate Humans behind him:

"I, Chu Yan, the first of the Primordial World's Innate Human Race, hereby declare to all the endless Living Beings of the Primordial World: Today, I, Chu Yan, shall sever the bond between the Human Race and Nuwa. All matters of the Human Race shall be borne by me. The Human Race..."

Crackle, crackle...

Suddenly, a bolt of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder struck, instantly blasting Chu Yan until he spat blood.

Hongjun had made his move.

At the same time, Hongjun roared loudly:

"Now that the Heavenly Dao does not manifest, and Heaven's might is absent, Pangu has been held back by us. The Primordial Human Race has no protection left. If not now, when will you kill Chu Yan?"

His voice rolled like thunder, instantly resounding in the minds of all his disciples.

"Chu Yan, your life is mine—."

The first to erupt was Nuwa. Chu Yan had severed her chance at enlightenment—this was a deep grudge.

Nuwa struck first, aiming directly at Chu Yan.

"Not good. Damn it, I forgot about this."

Chu Yan's expression shifted drastically.

He had thought that inviting Pangu would ensure peace of mind, but now he realized he had still miscalculated.

After all, Pangu was merely a will, while Hongjun and the others were still alive.

What was he supposed to do now? Could the Primordial Human Race truly not change their fate?

He watched as Nuwa's attack came crashing down.

"Fuck it. I'll go all out."

With a thought, Chu Yan instantly gathered the will and fortune of ten thousand Innate Humans, manifesting the phantom of a Sky-Supporting Giant.

"Come fight me—!"