Ancestor Witch True Body, One Withers, One Flourishes

He steadied himself, yet instead of anger, his eyes blazed with even fiercer battle intent. He laughed wildly:

"Haha! Good! You've got some spine! Most of the cultivators I've met are soft eggs who only dare to toy with spirit treasures from afar—rare to find one who'll take my fists head-on like you!"

His blood qi and Wood Law surged once more, his aura fiercer than before. He bared his gleaming white teeth in a grin:

"If you can last a few exchanges with me, I'll spare your life today!"

Before the words faded, he had already turned into a green blur, charging again. His fists rained down like a storm, each strike carrying the terrifying force to tear mountains and stir the Spiritual Mechanism.

Watching the burly man charge once more, Donghua could only sigh. So this is the Witch Clan? The Great Way is simple—the strong rule.

He cast aside further thought, steadied his mind and breath, and let clear light swirl around him. Seeming slow yet swift, he raised his palm to meet the attack.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fist met palm in muffled, thunderous explosions. The scattered force carved deep ravines into the earth around them.

"Refreshing! State your name, and as long as you don't oppose my Witch Clan from now on, you'll be a friend of my tribe!"

"I am Donghua. May I ask which Ancestor Witch stands before me?"

"Listen well! I am the true lineage of Pangu Father God, one of the Twelve Ancestor Witches—Jumang, the Wood Ancestor Witch!"

His gaze burned, battle flaring like raging flames. An ancient pressure ten times stronger than before radiated from his body.

"Donghua, your strength is worthy. You deserve to see my Ancestor Witch True Body and fight me at full power!"

With that, Jumang threw back his head and roared. The sound waves shattered billions of miles of drifting clouds. His blood qi and Sha Qi surged skyward, forming a crimson pillar that connected heaven and earth!

Flesh swelled; laws thundered!

In an instant, that burly form swelled wildly, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang Divine Body!

His face remained that wild, unbridled man, but his torso had become a bird's body, covered in emerald-green feathers that gleamed with metallic cold light. His wings spread, blotting out the sun and sky. A single flap stirred up the Nine Heavens Gang Wind, tearing the void apart!

This was the true form of Jumang, the Wood Ancestor Witch!

This was no mere Dharma Image like Donghua had used—it was Jumang's most primal, most original form, the supreme manifestation born from Pangu's essence blood merging with the Miasma of the Earth!

Jumang stood between heaven and earth, surrounded by tangible chains of Wood Law. Two Primordial Azure Dragons coiled and roared at his feet, exuding a vast aura that made all things flourish—and all things wither.

Pure power crashed over Donghua like a wave. It felt as if Jumang could punch down stars with one fist and sink continents with one stomp!

"Donghua, to be defeated by this true body is your glory!"

Jumang's roar was like a primordial thunderstorm, shaking the laws of the Primordial Wilderness.

He simply raised his colossal arm, like Buzhou Mountain toppling, clenched his fist, and threw a single punch toward where Donghua stood.

"Boom!"

Space seemed to freeze in that moment, then let out a piercing, agonized shriek like shattering glass.

Where the fist passed, it wasn't simple air bursting—it formed a visible, reality-warping vacuum ripple!

The moment Donghua's fist met it, his brilliant Lesser Yang Qi dimmed sharply, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Donghua felt as if he had been slammed head-on by a torrent of ancient stellar debris. That force was brutal, pure, and unquestionable—it crushed his defenses in an instant.

The next moment, his body turned into a falling meteor, hurtling backward uncontrollably.

He flew for billions of miles, piercing clouds and tearing through the sky, leaving behind a long, shattered trail that the Heaven and Earth Laws could not mend for a long time.

"So... this is the true power of an Ancestor Witch?"

"Azure Emperor Longevity Body."

In an instant, strange phenomena erupted!

Lesser Yang Qi swirled around Donghua. Behind him in the void, a blurry yet supremely majestic Azure Emperor Phantom suddenly appeared, crowned and robed, wielding the power of spring's birth.

The phantom merged instantly with his true body.

"Hum!"

A boundless, surging life-force burst forth from every acupoint in his body.

The flesh torn by the Ancestor Witch's fist intent, nourished by this purest essence, healed at a visible speed.

"Ancestor Witch True Body, laws in step—truly worthy of the name. But that alone won't be enough!"

A flicker of surprise passed through Jumang's massive green eyes.

That punch of his seemed ordinary, but it carried his understanding of Wood Law. Those struck would be affected by Wither and Flourish, making recovery difficult.

Yet Donghua had healed in an instant, and the Supernatural Ability he used faintly touched the supreme mystery of the "birth and growth" path, sharing the same subtlety as Jumang's own Wood Authority!

"Good! Since you can take a punch from my true body, you're worthy of witnessing the true wonder of my Wood Law!"

His voice roared like ten thousand trees. His ten-thousand-zhang true body stood unmoving, but his arms suddenly spread wide, as if embracing the entire world.

In that instant, an invisible Law Domain exploded outward from him, covering ten thousand miles of void.

One thought—Wither and Flourish. Life and death, cycle and turn.

"Donghua, since you've shown the flourishing of life, let me show you the other side of Wood Law—the desolation of death."

"All Things Return to Origin!"

With this decree, a gray-white death domain rapidly expanded outward from Jumang at its center.

All around, a strange sizzling sound could be heard.

The vast forest sea stretching for billions of miles—the moment the gray-white death domain swept past—every blade of grass and every tree instantly lost its color, turning from verdant green to withered yellow.

Donghua felt his own vast life essence and magic power uncontrollably seeping out through his immortal light, strand by strand, drawn away and converging toward Jumang.

This was not destruction, but plunder. Within Jumang's Law Domain, all energy—especially life force—was forcibly returned to Jumang, the master of wood.

Donghua's form faltered slightly, like a lone tree standing in an endless forest sea, his life force being forcibly drawn out and assimilated by the surrounding laws.

Donghua ceased to pay any heed to the omnipresent draining force. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand, fingers spreading wide, as if to grasp the fading vitality.

Lesser Yang First Light—all things flourish in life.

"Ancestor Witch Jumang forcibly seizes the life force of all beings through his supernatural ability, yet he does not know that between heaven and earth, all things yearn for life!"

"Azure Emperor Holds Spring."

Within Donghua's eyes, it was as if two rising suns were concealed—gentle yet majestic.

A single point of pure, flawless light ignited at Donghua's fingertip.

That light was not blinding, yet it carried an aura that made all things instinctively draw close and yearn for it—the first spark of life, the origin of hope.

In the next instant, that point of first light suddenly burst forth!

Rustle, rustle!

In a trance, a vast and towering Azure Emperor Dharma Image materialized behind Donghua out of thin air.

This Dharma Image was not a physical entity, but condensed from the most fundamental Way of Lesser Yang. Its face was indistinct, yet it bore the supreme majesty of nurturing all things and presiding over the birth of spring.

In an instant, endless Lesser Yang Qi surged forth from within his body and from the hands of that Azure Emperor Dharma Image.

Endless Lesser Yang Qi poured forth from the void, no longer a violent torrent, but transformed into a warm, gentle radiance of life that shone upon all.

"You decree that all things wither; I declare that all things live!"