An Illusion, Pangu's Gaze?

Ling Xiao was quite surprised. Even though he had already beheaded Rushou was still able to form an array with the life force that had not yet completely dissipated.

At this moment, the twelve streams of black energy had completely coalesced, roaring and howling like ghosts and gods.

Endless gales swept across the heavens and earth, sweeping across the Four Seas Eight Desolations, stirring up monstrous waves.

In a daze, all beings gazed into the endless horizon and saw an unreachable, magnificent phantom slowly solidifying.

This aura was supreme and immense, surpassing the imagination of all living beings. The entire Primordial World seemed to resonate with and respond to this figure.

"The Pangu Phantom has been formed, Ling Xiao is doomed!" a powerful being who was closely watching exclaimed, his mind shaken. The aura emanating from the Pangu Phantom was like the might of heaven, too terrifying.

"What a pity, the Witch Clan has won another great victory. Apart from the Sage, there is no power in the world that can restrain them."

"I'm tired. Let 'Destruction it."

The world was in an uproar. The powerful beings hidden in every corner of the Primordial World felt suffocated. The Witch Clan grew even stronger, and they didn't know how to survive.

No one wanted the ruthless, cruel, and unreasonable Witch Clan to rule the Primordial Land.

"Ling Xiao, what can you use to resist the will of our clan's Father God?" The Twelve Ancestral Witches, shrouded in the divine pillar, were impervious to all magic, enveloping Ling Xiao in the great formation.

This world has become Chaos, filled with countless lightning tribulations and heavenly fires, and black malevolent energy permeates the heavens and earth.

The Pangu Phantom stood there, amidst countless strange phenomena that defied description, his body shrouded in Chaos energy, possessing the power to create the world.

Ling Xiao gazed at the illusory figure of the Creator God, his eyes burning even brighter. "Once I take that final step, you'll know what you can use to resist!"

He said with a smile, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens. The Twelve Ancestral Witches had disappointed him; their strength was not enough to hone themselves and break through the barriers.

Now, the Pangu Phantom has appeared, which is exactly what he wanted. The Pangu Phantom, condensed by the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation, has power comparable to the physical body of Sage, but it is still quite far from being a true Sage.

With his current combat strength, perhaps it's worth a try.

"If you don't kill me today, I will surely achieve the Primordial Origin!"

Ling Xiao's fighting spirit surged, the laws in his eyes vanished, and he radiated Eternal immortal light.

The Primordial Cauldron took a Ling Xiao forward, his entire body radiant, his aura overwhelming heaven and earth.

He was about to take the initiative; his mastery of the arts and principles had reached its peak, and his belief in invincibility grew ever stronger.

"I will use the power of the Pangu Phantom to fight my way up to the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal!"

Ling Xiao formed hand seals, fusing multiple laws. With every gesture, he displayed grandeur and magnificence, exuding an aura of supreme dominance, as if he had searched the myriad realms and reigned supreme.

At this moment, the Pangu Phantom turned around, and instantly the stars shifted and boundless divine power swept away the Chaos.

The enormous hand, as vast as the world itself, rose and slowly slammed down towards Ling Xiao. It was an immense and boundless pressure, and for a moment, one could see that its eyes shone as brightly as the sun and moon.

At this moment, Ling Xiao saw Pangu's true appearance clearly. He was expressionless, like a sculpture, the creator god who was now just a shell.

"Boom!"

A colossal collision, a beam of light that Destruction Eternal, pierced the heavens and the earth, illuminating endless space and time. All living beings were distorted, seeing only a ball of light, their eyes nearly blinded.

The heavens split in two, dividing the world into eras. The laws and order collapsed, giving rise to all sorts of terrifying anomalies.

A great sun fell from the endless depths of the sky, possessing a world-destroying power, as if it were the end of the world.

This is Ling Xiao's Dharma form. Now, blood is stained at the corner of his mouth, and his Robe of Primordial Sun, Moon, and Stars is torn and mottled. If it weren't for the Primordial Cauldron protecting him, his body would have been shattered.

The divine power of the Pangu Phantom was terrifying; in a direct confrontation, the difference in strength was indeed considerable.

"Very good, again!" Ling Xiao's eyes shone brightly. Although this palm strike injured him, he could feel that the barrier of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal had become even looser.

At this rate, achieving the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal is not far off.

"Haha, Ling Xiao, now you know how powerful Father God is, right?" The Ancestral Witch, feeling instantly satisfied as she watched Ling Xiao being sent flying.

Even as the blood continued to flow, Zhurong remained defiant, her face contorted in a terrifying grimace.

"To presume to defy the Father God is utterly absurd!" Dijiang rebuked, his face showing contempt, finding Ling Xiao's actions foolish.

In their hearts, the Father God Pangu was invincible, and no being could contend with him. Any opponent was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, naive and foolish.

"Father God, kill him!" Gonggong roared, attempting to control the Pangu Phantom to deliver a fatal blow to Ling Xiao.

The thrill of impending revenge nearly drove him mad.

He was one of the Ancestral Witch who suffered the most at the hands of Ling Xiao, their feud beginning on the Three Immortal Islands.

Perhaps only Rushou and Zhurong were in a worse state than him, both of whom were on the verge of death and could pass away at any moment.

One of them has already left.

The Pangu Phantom moved again, looking at Ling Xiao expressionlessly. He raised his hand once more, gathering divine power in his palm, causing galaxies to dim.

"Come on, come on!" Ling Xiao's fighting spirit was high, his true blood was burning, and the divine power of the Ganges Sand Worlds in his body filled his limbs and bones. At this moment, he even had the strength to lift up the sky.

Suddenly, to Ling Xiao's surprise, the Pangu Phantom slowly withdrew its hand, and a hint of color seemed to appear in its ruthless and wooden eyes.

After a pause, the towering figure slowly faded away until it disappeared completely.

"That look in his eyes..." Ling Xiao was stunned, his face showing deep thought, his heart churning with turmoil.

For a fleeting moment, the Pangu Phantom seemed to come alive. Its eyes were incredibly real, indescribable, and even in an instant, a certain meaning could still be discerned.

"What does this mean?" Ling Xiao's gaze shifted, his eyes seeming to want to tell him something, which was very abrupt and very strange.

"Could it be that I'm seeing things wrong, or that I'm overthinking it?"

"What's going on? Where did Father God go?" The Ancestral Witch was utterly shocked as she stared at the vanished Pangu Phantom.

It's unbelievable, why did it disappear so quickly?

They were fine just a moment ago, then they slapped me and left.

"Brother, could it be that the evil energy wasn't enough, which led to Father God's departure?" an Ancestral Witch asked in alarm.

Dijiang was also completely bewildered. Even if the killing intent wasn't enough, it shouldn't have required him to withstand a single palm strike, right?

It's completely different from last time.

What caused Father God to lose his stamina?

"Could it be...?"

Dijiang looked at Rushou, who lay there like a celestial being, his life force faint, his heartbeat barely audible, his injuries compounded and on the verge of death.

"It must be due to the Rushou that the formation collapsed," Dijiang said earnestly.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and save the Rushou!"

With a roar, all the Ancestral Witch sprang into action.

Ling Xiao's eyes were filled with the interplay of laws and order. He stopped thinking about that look and began to deduce the final opportunity to achieve Primordial Origin.

A moment later, he suddenly turned around and looked towards the Primordial Land, towards the distant south.

"So that's where it was..."

Ling Xiao muttered to himself, his eyes clear, and he understood.

However, the Ancestral Witch must pay a price before we go!