A Strike That Pierced Through Time, Space, and Destiny, Hongjun Saw Another Self

What kind of concept is this?

Generally speaking, three thousand Purple Heaven Divine Lightning bolts possess the power to annihilate a Sage or a master of the Hunyuan realm. Theoretically, ten thousand bolts are sufficient to slay any living being below the fourth heaven of the Hunyuan realm.

If the quantity of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning were to be increased to the magnitude of one hundred thousand, even an existence at the peak of the ninth heaven of the Hunyuan realm would not dare guarantee their absolute survival.

Therefore, at this moment, the instant those one hundred thousand bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning appeared in the Primordial World, every living being who sensed this power felt a tremor and a sense of dread spreading from the depths of their souls and true spirits throughout their entire bodies.

This is the instinctive perception of living beings when faced with a power that transcends the limits of their own cognition.

BOOM!

When the one hundred thousand bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning struck heavily upon the protective barrier autonomously condensed by Pangu Hall, this Chaos Spiritual Treasure—which could not even manifest one ten-thousandth of its peak power—finally reached its limit.

CRACK!

One could see spiderweb-like cracks suddenly erupting across the translucent protective barrier, appearing as though it were about to be completely shattered.

At this very moment, far away in the countless ages of the past, Pangu, who was in seclusion, felt a stirring in his heart.

"Insolent!"

His brows furrowed slightly as Pangu extended his index finger and flicked it gently toward the void!

WHOOSH!

In an instant, a terrifying and powerful force pierced directly through the endless space-time and causality. Even the threads of fate were snapped asunder by this single strike, ultimately landing directly upon the Eye of the Heavenly Dao that hung high above the nine heavens.

DRIP!

At this moment, several drops of purple-gold blood slowly dripped from the Eye of the Heavenly Dao. The one hundred thousand bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning, which had been surging forward and seemed capable of piercing the final defense of Pangu Hall in the next flick of a finger, dissipated along with it.

This is Pangu, the Son of the Great Dao; this is the terror of the Law of Strength.

Where strength arrives, all space-time, causality, and even fate are mere illusions. Ultimately, strength completely rewrites everything, allowing one's will to determine the final outcome of the matter.

Terrifying—it is truly that terrifying.

This is the first time the Heavenly Dao has been injured since its birth.

Yet, for the first time, the Heavenly Dao felt an instinctive emotion: fear.

The Heavenly Dao is ruthless, but it possesses the instincts of all intelligent beings.

Targeting and suppressing any individual or force that might potentially surpass the Heavenly Dao is an instinct.

Fear and the desire to survive are likewise instincts.

Under these circumstances, the Heavenly Dao realized for the first time that it, the nominal supreme ruler of the Primordial World, was nothing more than this.

"Th-this, what kind of power is this? To be able to so easily disperse one hundred thousand bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning and even injure the Heavenly Dao... terrifying, simply terrifying!" Jie Yin muttered.

"No, there can be no mistake. This is the aura of Father God. This is Father God, from across infinite space-time, saving the Witch Race and warning the Heavenly Dao!" Tongtian's eyes were wide as saucers. As one of the Three Pure Ones of Pangu, he could never mistake this power.

"Could it be that Father God is returning? Then what fate awaits me, Yuanshi, a primordial sacred being transformed from the Primordial Spirit of Pangu?" Yuanshi was truly frightened at this moment, his soul somewhat unsettled.

"To be able to injure the Heavenly Dao... across the entire Primordial World, only that man could achieve such a feat! Pangu, oh Pangu, your strength truly transcends the limits of what the beings of the Primordial World can imagine!" Di Jun looked at Tai Yi and sighed softly.

In fact, after a brief moment of shock and horror, the vast majority of the great powers had already guessed who the master of this power was.

Following that came a heartfelt admiration for the great power of Pangu, who could sever causality and fate across infinite space-time to strike directly at the Heavenly Dao.

"Hahaha! Father God is supreme! Father God is above all! With the protection of Father God, what can the Heavenly Dao do to me!"

At this moment, thunderous cheers erupted within the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race.

For the billions of the Witch Race, Pangu's intervention meant that their long-standing persistence was worth it, and it also meant that everything they had done was seen by Pangu.

Zhu Jiuyin let out a heavy breath.

Heaven knows how worried he had been just moments ago when the Heavenly Dao unleashed one hundred thousand bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning upon the protective barrier.

One hundred thousand bolts of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning—that was a strike that could truly wipe out the entire Witch Race in an instant!

The Heavenly Dao was afraid, the great powers understood, the Witch Race was joyful, but Hongjun was stunned.

"This... there can be no mistake. I could never be wrong. Even after tens of billions of years, I still remember—this is the aura of Pangu."

"Could it be that Pangu did not die?" A certain speculation surged in Hongjun's heart once more.

"No, that's not right. Pangu never died in the first place. As an existence at the Half-Step Great Dao realm, how could he possibly die? He simply lived on permanently in the Chaos era before the creation of the world."

"Yes, I must not frighten myself. If Pangu were truly capable of interfering with the current trends of the Primordial World, he would have been reborn or appeared long ago, rather than just injuring the Heavenly Dao with a single ray of divine light."

"So, there must be some power preventing Pangu's reappearance, or perhaps Pangu himself is unwilling to reappear in this era?"

Hongjun was indeed Hongjun. At this most critical moment, in the face of the powerful force of Pangu manifesting in the Primordial World and awe-inspiring the Heavenly Dao, he returned to calmness and rationality at the fastest possible speed.

He caught a glimpse of the constraints that prevented Pangu from acting at will, despite his terrifying power.

He did not know where this restrictive power came from, but he knew that before the Immeasurable Tribulation, Pangu would not return.

Hongjun felt at ease.

However, Hongjun also knew that this offensive against the Witch Race had failed completely.

Pangu had already issued a warning; if he were to continue targeting the Witch Race and insist on breaking the defense of Pangu Hall, that would be truly shameless.

Hongjun was well aware that Pangu intended to annihilate the Heavenly Dao, and that strike just now had been more than enough to do it.

Although Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao had not yet merged, their intentions were one and the same.

Once Hongjun conveyed his analysis to the Heavenly Dao, it finally shook off its instinctive fear, though it no longer wished to remain here any longer.

"I leave all of this to you; handle it as you see fit."

Then, with a flash of mysterious light, the Heavenly Dao returned to the Chaos Heaven.

With the Heavenly Dao gone, the task of cleaning up the aftermath naturally fell into Hongjun's hands.

When Hongjun looked down at Zhu Jiuyin once more, he was met with the gaze of Zhu Jiuyin, who was looking right back at him.

Hongjun had originally assumed that Zhu Jiuyin would be triumphant, arrogant, or perhaps even provocative at a moment like this.

However, Hongjun was surprised to find that there was only extreme calmness and indifference in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes.

For the first time, Hongjun began to truly regard this Time Ancestral Witch of the Witch Race with seriousness.

To Hongjun, a momentary setback meant nothing; from the Chaos Era to the present, he had experienced countless failures and devastating injuries.

Yet, Hongjun knew clearly that the temperament of an opponent was the most important factor.

Come to think of it, whether it was Beast Emperor Shenni or Devil Ancestor Luohou, both had been defeated at the very peak of their power, at their most arrogant moments.

But now, the calmness and indifference of Zhu Jiuyin made Hongjun feel as if he were looking at another version of himself, one that was still growing.