The Primordial World is Doomed

The Primordial World fell silent; countless powerful beings were shocked and dumbfounded.

Houtu was defeated by Ling Xiao and lost the battle of their origins.

Who could have imagined beforehand that Houtu, who controlled both the Earthly Dao and Human Path, would be defeated by Ling Xiao in a contest of primal power?

Once defeated, it will inevitably cause terrible damage to one's Dao, which will be difficult to recover from.

This is not a trivial matter that can cause no harm.

The Minghe exploded on the spot, Ruomu like a wooden chicken, its soul trembling, chilled to the bone.

Just moments before, they were proud of having found the right powerful backer; now, they are utterly desperate.

Utterly disappointed!

"Minghe, are you alright? Should we pack up and run away quickly? It's not too late to run now, otherwise, once the Dao Venerable Master has a free hand, he'll twist your head off!"

Yang Mei, someone appeared out of nowhere, stroking his beard and mockingly offering a radiant smile.

That feels so good!

"Yang Mei! Don't be so smug. Empress Houtu is a descendant of Pangu, how could she possibly lose to Ling Xiao? I don't believe it, she must have another trick up her sleeve!"

Minghe came to his senses and said indignantly, whether it was stubbornness or something else, he was very firm and did not want to run away in such a humiliating way.

"Hehe, I love your confident look." Yang Mei eyebrows and laughed heartily, head held high, as proud as a victorious rooster.

Zhurong, Xuanming, Queen Mother of the West, Houtu and other powerful beings from the Earthly Dao all knelt down, utterly despairing and nearly driven mad with fear.

Time and again, even with the support of the Father God, Houtu still couldn't defeat Ling Xiao and was defeated.

"Father God, please help us from heaven!" Zhurong prayed, babbling incoherently.

It's too hopeless; if Houtu is gone, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Putting everything else aside, the extinction of the Witch Clan is inevitable.

They could at least leave some bloodlines before, but after this uproar, they'll all be wiped out.

"This Ling Xiao is truly monstrous; how could the powerful Houtu be no match for him?"

In a certain place in the Primordial World, the Time Demon God and the Creation Demon God watched this scene in horror.

My scalp is tingling.

This was a battle completely beyond their level; it was terrifying.

"It seems that Houtu's desire to revive Pangu is now impossible," the Creation Demon God said, feeling both relieved and regretful. He was torn between wanting Ling Xiao dead and not wanting Pangu to live.

"I've always had a question: Pangu was one of the three thousand gods and demons, so why wasn't he resurrected after his death by the Great Dao?"

Shichen suddenly spoke, his eyes deep and complex.

After the death of these Chaos Demon God, over a long period of time, the laws of the Great Dao are reborn, and they will all be resurrected in the Chaos Demon Nest.

But there was no news of Pangu.

This puzzled him greatly.

The Creation Demon God cast a surprised glance his way. He too found the question strange. After a pause, he slowly spoke, saying:

"Perhaps it's because... Pangu isn't one of the three thousand demon gods."

That's just how they see it; they've never considered Pangu to be Chaos Demon God.

"Is it possible that Pangu was resurrected long ago, but we just don't know it?" Shichen continued, making a startling statement.

Even the Creation Demon God was startled, shuddered, and felt inexplicably terrified.

It's absurd, yet it makes perfect sense.

The light and terrifying aura of the heavens permeated every corner of the world, even reaching the Chaos.

Why is this happening?

Houtu's aura weakened, her eyes filled with resentment, and a powerful, unyielding spirit surged forth. She gritted her teeth, her expression one of shock and madness, unable to accept all of this.

She was only one step away from resurrecting the Father God Pangu —by devouring the Heavenly Dao —but this final step prevented her from making any progress and she could not cross it.

She could have endured the darkness if she had never seen the light.

This sentence perfectly describes Houtu's state of mind at this moment.

If she hadn't seen any hope of resurrecting Father God Pangu, then she wouldn't have felt such despair and regret.

"Father God... I can't do it!"

Houtu cried out in her heart, calling out Pangu's true name, while Ling Xiao stood like an insurmountable divine mountain blocking her way.

It made it insurmountable for her.

Ling Xiao watched expressionlessly, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him. He could understand Houtu's feelings, but on this matter, he could not back down.

Moreover, in his view, this matter was somewhat suspicious, and there might be ulterior motives and calculations involved.

Therefore, he would not back down no matter what, even though in the eyes of all living beings in the Primordial World, he was preventing the resurrection of the Great God Pangu.

He's like a colossal villain.

But all of this is inexplicable, and need no explanation.

With this thought, Ling Xiao's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to unleash a beam of Destruction light, aiming it at Houtu's brow. Whether there would be any problems or not, they would be decided now.

This beam of Destruction light, like a meteor streaking across the void, chased straight for Houtu, locking onto her aura, leaving her no way to escape.

Houtu watched helplessly as the beam of light shot towards her, offering no resistance; she was too badly injured to fight back.

The bright flame of hope in her beautiful eyes gradually died out and dimmed.

She gave up resisting and slowly closed her eyes.

The Destruction beam struck mercilessly, landing instantly between Houtu's eyebrows, about to shatter her head and extinguish her life.

But the next moment, a vast power suddenly erupted from Houtu's body, forming a distinct protective shield of laws that enveloped Houtu beautifully.

The beam of Destruction could no longer advance and gradually dissipated and melted away.

Upon seeing this, Ling Xiao's expression shifted slightly, but he didn't seem surprised, as if he had expected it.

He didn't continue attacking because Houtu's aura seemed a bit off.

That magnificent, ancient, and supreme aura, like that of Pangu, became increasingly real.

This surprised and skeptical Ling Xiao. Could it really be that simple to resurrect Pangu?

At this time.

Houtu, lying Houtu in the void, suddenly opened her eyes, a look of inexplicable surprise and disbelief flashing in them, as if even she herself had not expected it.

She didn't die; in fact, her injuries began to heal.

At the same time, many unfamiliar memories, inherited from Pangu, flooded her mind.

In the blink of an eye, Houtu comprehended and mastered it all.

Immediately, Houtu showed surprise, and a complex, flickering light, filled with doubt and suspicion, flashed in her eyes, as if she had learned of a great terror.

She abruptly stood up, her delicate brows already furrowed, staring directly at Ling Xiao, and said in a heavy voice, "Ling Xiao! Let's call a truce for now. There's something more important I need to discuss with you."

Houtu's murderous aura vanished, replaced by a solemn expression. Her words astonished even Ling Xiao.

At this moment, Houtu regained her composure and restored the demeanor and bearing of the Earthly Dao's mother, who embodies the virtue of nurturing all things.

"What is it?" Ling Xiao asked curiously, wanting to hear what insightful opinions Houtu had to offer.

"If you still want to devour the Heavenly Dao, then forget about it."

Houtu frowned, then slowly said, "The Primordial World is about to end!"