True Form Emerges from the Primordial World, Shocking All; Strength Surges, Hongjun Panics

The moment that figure, trillions of miles tall, appeared at the foot of Mount Buzhou—features obscured yet commanding sincere awe from every living soul in the Primordial World—even those who had witnessed the True Form of Pangu before, including the Three Pure Ones, felt an irrepressible urge to weep and kneel.

This was their shared Father God, Pangu.

Yes, for the Primordial World, even every blade of grass and every tree was created by Pangu.

Although Pangu himself would not, and could not, care about such trifles, that did not change the fact that even every blade of grass and tree had to acknowledge Pangu as their Father God.

Just as not every human was molded by Nuwa, that did not prevent every human from having to acknowledge Nuwa's status as the Holy Mother of the human race.

Of course, the fact that Nuwa later ignored the human race when they faced slaughter by the Demon Race was an entirely different matter.

However, immediately after shaking off the spiritual impact brought by the True Form of Pangu, countless living beings were suddenly struck by a more pressing question: What was the Witch Race planning to do?

For the Ancestral Witches to lead the entire Witch Race out of their Ancestral Land was already a grave matter.

At the very least, both the Demon Race and the great powers watching this scene felt as though a storm was brewing.

But now, with the Ancestral Witches having deployed the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation, their panic deepened.

Damn it, the Ancestral Witches had even brought out their trump card; this was clearly a sign that they were ready to fight to the death.

"Kunpeng, tell me, what are the Ancestral Witches trying to do by setting up the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi were completely panicked.

Kunpeng couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Obviously, they're here to finish you two off. Do you think they're here for me?"

"If they were mainly here for me, they wouldn't need the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation, would they?"

It was like the Dragon Kingdom mobilizing a regiment; all of Southeast Asia would panic.

But if the Dragon Kingdom mobilized three group armies, well, everyone could just sleep soundly.

If the Dragon Kingdom wanted to finish me off, would they need three group armies?

Whether it was because they were too tense or because they hadn't intended to hide it at all, Kunpeng's eye-roll was instantly caught by Di Jun and Tai Yi.

The two birds didn't even have time to be angry; they hurriedly summoned Baize. "Go, hurry! Tell the other nine Demon Gods to lead all the demons of the Heavenly Court to gather at Tongming Hall."

"Also, summon the demons from across the entire Primordial World. Tell them the Heavenly Court is in danger, the Demon Race is in danger! Every demon must report to the Heavenly Court. Otherwise, once the Heavenly Court falls, the countless demons of the Primordial World will surely become meat in the mouths of the Witch Race!"

"Yes!"

After hearing Di Jun's order, Baize did not hesitate. He immediately unleashed his divine abilities, broadcasting an emergency summons to every corner of the Heavenly Court.

Yet, a scene unfolded that left the great powers watching the Witch Race's Ancestral Land both relieved and slightly disappointed.

When the Twelve Ancestral Witches summoned the True Form of Pangu, they did not command it to launch an attack on the Heavenly Court.

"Axe, come!"

The command was like a law of nature, spoken and instantly fulfilled.

In that very instant, Laozi, who had obtained the Taiji Diagram, Yuanshi, who held the Pangu Banner, and Tai Yi, who had been born wielding the Chaos Bell, all felt their respective supreme treasures shake violently. It was as if the artifacts were struggling to break free from their control to return to the embrace of their true master!

"Impossible!"

"How can this be allowed!"

"In your dreams!"

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

It was also at this moment that the three of them elevated their wariness of the Ancestral Witches to a new level.

To them, the treasures in their hands were infinitely precious, but now, the Ancestral Witches seemed capable of seizing them. This was something they absolutely could not tolerate.

On the other side, seeing that the three supreme treasures had not arrived despite his summons, the True Form of Pangu sighed heavily.

At this moment, the True Form of Pangu, which should have been controlled by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, seemed to possess a sliver of consciousness and soul.

That sigh made Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tai Yi feel a sincere sense of guilt and unease, as if something profound and mysterious had been stripped away from them.

But the feeling vanished in a flash, as faint as a breeze passing through a dream, leaving no trace.

The three treasures did not come, but that did not mean the True Form of Pangu was entirely out of options.

Truth be told, while theoretically all Twelve Ancestral Witches could control the True Form of Pangu they summoned, the power it could unleash varied greatly depending on who was in command.

When ordinary Ancestral Witches like Gonggong or Zhurong controlled the form, they were at least a full major realm weaker than Dijiang or Houtu.

If Dijiang could make the True Form of Pangu erupt with the strength of the late Hunyuan Second Heaven, then in the hands of Gonggong and Zhurong, it could at most reach the late Hunyuan First Heaven.

Because Dijiang had always been the recognized leader of the Witch Race, he had always been the one to lead the summoning.

But this time, it was different.

Since Zhu Jiuyin had secured the highest decision-making power of the Witch Race, the role of leading the True Form of Pangu had naturally shifted from Dijiang to him.

Zhu Jiuyin's current strength was already enough to rival Dijiang and Houtu combined, and over the past thirty thousand years, the cultivation of the Ancestral Witches had progressed rapidly.

Thus, at this moment, as Zhu Jiuyin controlled the True Form of Pangu, Hongjun, far away in the Purple Heaven Palace, saw his expression change abruptly.

"How is this possible? In a mere thirty thousand years, the power the True Form of Pangu can unleash has surged to the level of a half-step Hunyuan Third Heaven. This is more than twice as strong as before!"

"The strength of the True Form of Pangu is inextricably linked to the strength of the Ancestral Witches themselves and the controller. Does this not mean that the strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has more than doubled in just thirty thousand years?"

Thinking of this, how could Hongjun not be nervous?

Although he was the destined spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, he had not yet merged with the Dao.

Therefore, under the current circumstances, bolstered by the Heavenly Dao and the fragments of the Jade of Creation, he could exert at most the strength of a half-step Hunyuan Fourth Heaven.

With only one major realm separating them, coupled with the Ancestral Witches' innate ability to defy the heavens and earth and overcome the strong with the weak, the True Form of Pangu they had manifested was truly capable of trading blows with Hongjun for several rounds, even with him pulling out all the stops.

Hiss... This won't do. I cannot wait any longer; I must merge with the Dao immediately.

Otherwise, if I were to be wounded by the True Form of Pangu one day, I, the Dao Ancestor, would have no prestige left in the Primordial World.

How can the Heavens bleed!