Holding the Divine Hall in One Hand, the Far South

Inside the Pangu Temple, the Ancestral Witch roared in exasperation, and the golden divine flames made them feel as if they were in a furnace.

"Hiss..."

They clashed fiercely, unleashing a vast power of laws that empowered the Divine Hall.

The entire sky was burning, Pangu Temple, like a golden sun, hung in front of Mount Buzhou, melting the surrounding Witch Clan warriors.

Under the terrifying intertwining of magical powers, divine might was immeasurable; gods who stood in its way were slain, and all living beings were annihilated.

Ling Xiao held the Pangu Temple on his hands, engaging in fierce combat. Divine power illuminated the universe, reaching towards the high heavens.

"Boom!"

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked; ghosts wailed and gods howled.

The blood of the Ancestral Witch flowed from the Pangu Temple, sizzling and crackling as it burned in the divine fire.

The entire Witch Clan Ancestral Land was in an uproar, filled with an atmosphere of impending Destruction.

The world was shocked; all the powerful beings were dumbfounded and frozen in place.

This is outrageous and shocking.

He single-handedly stormed into the Witch Clan Ancestral Land and confronted the Pangu Temple head-on.

He single-handedly crushed the entire Witch Clan.

It's absolutely dreamlike.

Their relaxed and carefree demeanor even gave them the feeling that they could do it too.

But they knew it in their hearts.

I'm really not good at it.

The truth is, without exaggeration, that a single Ancestral Witch could sweep across half of the Primordial World.

They fought from east to west without even breaking a sweat.

Ling Xiao's overwhelming power made them feel that the Ancestral Witch were as fragile as children.

"A bunch of useless trash! These Ancestral Witch are so easily defeated that they couldn't even seriously injure Ling Xiao."

Zhun Ti, who was hiding in a secluded corner, suddenly burst into a tirade of curses, completely destroying his peaceful demeanor.

He was so disappointed.

In his view, the ideal situation would be for the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Ling Xiao to both suffer heavy losses, preferably all of them being critically injured and on the verge of death, or even to perish together.

As a result, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were unilaterally and thoroughly defeated by Ling Xiao.

You should at least let him get hurt.

Excuse me.

It's impossible.

Not to mention Zhun Ti was furious, Jieyin also looked extremely unpleasant, deeply wondering how he had lost to the Ancestral Witch in the first place.

You hit me hard, but went easy on Ling Xiao, huh?

Of course, he was only thinking this way; it could only be said that he had underestimated Ling Xiao's combat strength.

"Hmph! That's fine too. We can reclaim Mount Sumeru without lifting a finger."

Jieyin changing the perspective, the outcome suddenly didn't seem so unacceptable.

With the Witch Clan reduced to such a wretched state, how could they possibly have the capacity to care about Mount Sumeru?

It's already good enough that they didn't go and seize Mount Buzhou.

"That's true, but Ling Xiao's strength makes me uneasy," Zhun Ti said with a solemn expression.

He originally thought the Twelve Ancestral Witches were their number one enemy, but now it seems that Ling Xiao is.

"It's alright. We are disciples of the Dao Ancestor after all. Even if Ling Xiao wanted to kill us, he would have to think twice."

"There is a fundamental difference between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Ling Xiao. Those barbarians of the Ancestral Witch never consider the consequences of their actions, but I believe Ling Xiao does; he still has a sense of propriety."

Jieyin smiled and said, with an expression of complete confidence.

Upon hearing this, Zhun Ti's solemn expression lessened somewhat; it was indeed as his senior brother had said.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were completely brainless; they never considered the consequences of their actions.

Imagine, what normal living being would go out of their way to raid someone else's home?

"Let's go, let's take back our Mount Sumeru!"

Jieyin to his feet, his head radiating a dazzling halo. He spoke with great spirit, as if he were about to reclaim Mount Sumeru from the Twelve Ancestral Witches. But in reality, Mount Sumeru at this time was only occupied by some minor members of the Witch Clan.

But he insisted on making his words earth-shattering and with overwhelming momentum.

"Alright!" Zhun Ti emphatically, looking as if he would go even if there were millions of people against him.

Then, they quietly slipped out of the secluded corner, afraid of being discovered.

The battle outside was earth-shattering. Under the watchful eyes of many powerful beings, the towering Pangu Temple was forcibly blasted into deep space, staining vast swathes of starfields red along its path.

Some even saw enormous limbs fall from the Divine Hall and float in the boundless starry sky.

The Pangu Temple was indestructible; the Ancestral Witch hid inside as if in a tortoise shell, yet they still suffered such a miserable fate, demonstrating the intensity of the battle.

Ling Xiao left the Witch Clan Ancestral Land and headed towards the southern part of the Primordial World. His body was surrounded by countless strands of the Great Dao Laws, like a silver river, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

Wherever it passed, all things fell silent, until it disappeared from sight.

The powerful figures looked at the devastated Witch Clan Ancestral Land and sighed deeply. The Witch Clan, which had always wantonly destroyed the lands of Human Race, probably never dreamed that this day would come.

"Let's go back, let's go back. I told you Ling Xiao Lingxiao could handle it."

On the clouds in the eastern part of the Primordial World, Hong Yun and Zhenyuanzi stood side by side. They had come to help, but they couldn't get involved at all from beginning to end.

It was Hong Yun who spoke. He had a blind confidence in Ling Xiao, believing that even the Ancestral Witch was no match for him.

"If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have come. I wouldn't have been of any help anyway!" Zhenyuanzi said irritably, flicking his sleeves and turning to leave.

This is so disheartening. I thought I could come here to help out and repay the kindness of borrowing this Nine Heavens Soil, but all I can do is offer my assistance with my eyes. Ling Xiao himself isn't even good enough to kill.

"Hehe, isn't this a good thing?" Hong Yun said as they walked away, their figures gradually disappearing into the distance.

Nanming Volcano, also known as the Undying Volcano, is located in the southernmost part of the Primordial World wilderness. It is thousands of miles high and stretches endlessly, with divine fire burning eternally in the sky.

Especially the central peak, which is shrouded in endless flames year-round, occasionally emitting a chilling aura.

Now, a figure suddenly appeared above the Nanming Volcano, the domain was vast, the laws of order surged, and thousands of auspicious rays fell.

Ling Xiao gazed at the perpetually burning, boundless volcano, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

It is said that this is the place of Yuanfeng's rebirth, where he was trapped. As for whether he actually perished, that remains unknown.

"The final, missing spark for the Law of Fire lies here..."

Ling Xiao murmured to himself, his gaze fixed intently downwards, trying to feel the mystery of this ancient volcano.

There are subtle yet powerful fluctuations here, though of course, they are still far from being as strong as they are to me.

Finally, Ling Xiao stepped down and entered the Nanming Volcano, bringing with him the laws of the Great Dao and the wondrous scenery.

The creatures of the southern Primordial World were stunned. They tried desperately to see through the Ling Xiao as it entered the volcano, but they could see nothing at all, and their eyes were almost blinded.

Just as the Primordial World was engulfed in the aftermath of the war, in the endless Chaos, the ancient palace, which seemed to Eternal time immemorial, suddenly emitted a strange fluctuation, which lingered and spread far and wide.

Within the mysterious space of the Purple Heaven Palace, the figure of an old man in a Daoist robe materialized from nothingness, exuding an inexplicable Daoist aura that changed in an instant.

"The path to enlightenment is always one step short; the secrets of heaven are about to change..."

Hongjun spoke calmly, a strange glint in his eyes.