His True Form Appeared Again, Shocking the Primordial World; His Strength Soared, and Hongjun Panicked

The moment that towering figure, trillions of li tall and its features impossible to make out, appeared at the foot of Mount Buzhou, all the living beings of the Primordial World felt an instinctive reverence. Even though they had seen Pangu's True Form before, they—including the Three Pure Ones—still couldn't stop themselves from wanting to weep and fall to their knees.

This was their common Father God, Pangu.

Yes, to the Primordial World, even every blade of grass and every tree had been created by Pangu.

Although Pangu himself would not—and could not—care about every blade of grass and every tree, that didn't stop even the smallest plants from recognizing Pangu as their Father God.

It was just like how not every member of the Human Race had been molded by Nuwa herself, but that didn't stop every human from recognizing Nuwa as the Holy Mother of the Human Race.

Of course, the fact that Nuwa later watched the Human Race face slaughter at the hands of the Demon Race without lifting a finger was another matter entirely.

But after barely recovering from the shock that Pangu's True Form had dealt to their hearts, countless living beings suddenly thought of a more pressing question: What was the Witch Race planning to do?

The Ancestral Witches had brought the entire Witch Race out of their Ancestral Land. That alone was serious enough.

At the very least, the Demon Race and the mighty figures watching this unfold both felt that a storm was brewing.

But now that the Ancestral Witches had even set up the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation, they were even more panicked.

Damn, the Ancestral Witches had even brought out their trump card. They were going all out!

"Kunpeng, what do you think the Ancestral Witches are planning by setting up the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation?"

Di Jun and Tai Yi were completely panicked.

Kunpeng couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Obviously, they're coming for you two. What, did you think they were coming for me?"

"If they were only coming for me, they wouldn't need the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation."

It was like the Dragon Kingdom sending out a regiment: all of Southeast Asia would start to panic.

But if the Dragon Kingdom sent out three army groups, then forget it. Everyone would sleep like a log.

Would the Dragon Kingdom need three army groups to come after me?

Whether Kunpeng was too tense or simply hadn't thought to hide his feelings, Di Jun and Tai Yi immediately caught his eye-roll.

The two birds were so worried that they didn't even have time to get angry. They hurriedly summoned Baize. "Go! Quickly, tell the other nine Demon Gods to gather every demon in the Heavenly Court at Tongming Hall."

"Also, summon the Demon Race from across the Primordial World. Tell them the Heavenly Court is in danger, the Demon Race is in danger, and every demon must report to the Heavenly Court. Otherwise, if the Heavenly Court falls, countless demons throughout the Primordial World will become meat in the Witch Race's mouths!"

"Yes!"

After hearing Di Jun's orders, Baize didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately used his divine powers to send an emergency summons throughout the Heavenly Court.

Yet just as the mighty figures watching the area beyond the Witch Race's Ancestral Land breathed a sigh of relief—and felt a little disappointed—something happened.

After the Twelve Ancestral Witches summoned Pangu's True Form, they didn't direct it to attack the Heavenly Court.

"Come, axe!"

The instant he called for it, it was as if his words became law.

In an instant, Laozi, who had already obtained the Taiji Diagram; Yuanshi, who had the Pangu Banner; and Tai Yi, who had possessed the Chaos Bell since the day he was born, all felt the supreme treasures in their hands shake violently. It was as if they wanted to break free of their control and return to the embrace of their true master!

"Absolutely not!"

"How could we allow that!"

"Dream on!"

Three furious roars burst from Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tai Yi, and they immediately exerted all their strength to suppress the treasures' struggle.

At that very moment, their wariness of the Ancestral Witches rose to a whole new level.

To the three of them, the treasures in their hands were incomparably precious. But now, the Ancestral Witches seemed capable of taking them away. That was something they absolutely could not tolerate.

Meanwhile, when Pangu's True Form saw that the three supreme treasures still hadn't come despite his summons, it let out a mournful sigh.

At that moment, Pangu's True Form—which should have been controlled by the Twelve Ancestral Witches—seemed to have acquired a hint of consciousness and a soul.

That sigh filled Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tai Yi with heartfelt guilt and sorrow. At the same time, it seemed as if something mysterious and profound had been stripped from them.

But the feeling vanished in a flash, so faint it was like a breeze brushing past them in a dream—silent and leaving no trace.

The three supreme treasures hadn't come, but that didn't mean Pangu's True Form was completely helpless.

In theory, all twelve Ancestral Witches could control the Pangu's True Form they summoned. But the strength it could unleash varied greatly depending on which Ancestral Witch was in control.

When ordinary Ancestral Witches like Gonggong and Zhurong controlled Pangu's True Form, its strength was at least one major realm below what it could achieve under Dijiang or Houtu.

When Dijiang had controlled Pangu's True Form before, it had been able to unleash power at the late stage of the Second Heaven of Hunyuan. In Gonggong and Zhurong's hands, however, it could unleash power at no more than the late stage of the First Heaven of Hunyuan.

And since Dijiang had always been recognized as the Witch Race's leader, he had always taken charge when they summoned Pangu's True Form.

But this time was different.

Now that Zhu Jiuyin had obtained supreme decision-making authority over the Witch Race, naturally, control of Pangu's True Form had shifted from Dijiang to him.

Zhu Jiuyin was already strong enough to contend with Dijiang and Houtu working together. On top of that, the Ancestral Witches' cultivation had advanced at an astonishing pace over the past thirty thousand years.

So at that moment, when Zhu Jiuyin controlled Pangu's True Form, Hongjun, far away in the Purple Heaven Palace, couldn't help but turn pale.

"How is this possible? In a mere thirty thousand years, Pangu's True Form has already grown strong enough to approach the half-step Third Heaven of Hunyuan. It's more than twice as powerful as before!"

"Pangu's True Form's strength is closely tied to the Ancestral Witches' own strength and to the strength of the one controlling it. Doesn't this mean that the Twelve Ancestral Witches have more than doubled their strength in a mere thirty thousand years?"

How could Hongjun not feel nervous at that thought?

Although he was the appointed Spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, he hadn't merged with the Dao yet.

Thus, with the support of the Heavenly Dao and the fragments of the Jade of Creation, he could only unleash power at the half-step Fourth Heaven of Hunyuan at most.

They were separated by only one major realm. And with the Ancestral Witches' ability to battle heaven and earth and overcome the strong despite being weak, the Pangu's True Form they had summoned could now truly trade several blows with Hongjun at full strength.

"Hiss... No, I can't wait any longer. I have to merge with the Dao immediately."

"Otherwise, if Pangu's True Form ever injured me with its axe, my title as the Dao Ancestor would carry no weight in the Primordial World."

"Heaven cannot bleed!"