Hongjun's Killing Intent, Merit Protects Him from the Great Dao

At this moment, it was not just the Three Pure Ones; even Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao looked upon the Witch Race with an inexplicable shift in their gazes.

Hongjun's previous incarnation was a Chaos Earthworm. While he could not be considered a Chaos Demon God, he certainly qualified as a Chaos Being.

When Pangu opened the heavens and split the earth, the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods were either killed or scattered, let alone those Chaos Beings whose strength was far inferior to them.

In fact, there was a karmic connection between Hongjun and Pangu.

Judging from the eventual outcome of the Primordial World's myths, whether it was the Ancestral Witches, the Three Pure Ones, or even all the Innate Demon Gods, almost none of them gained any real benefit in the end.

After all, every Innate Demon God nurtured by the Primordial World had countless threads of connection to Pangu.

In Hongjun's view, this was perhaps another form of "a father's debts being paid by his sons."

Therefore, from Hongjun's perspective, he already harbored dissatisfaction and resentment toward the Orthodox Pangu Lineage—the Ancestral Witches—who revered only Pangu and not the Heavenly Dao. Now, the Ancestral Witches even possessed the potential to summon Pangu back from the chaos into the Primordial World...

How could this ever be allowed!

Hongjun knew very well that if Pangu were to return, he, Hongjun, would likely be the first to die.

Perhaps only Hongjun himself understood how much he had done behind the scenes.

As it was for Hongjun, so it was for the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao was heartless, but it was not without wisdom.

One could understand the Heavenly Dao as an enhanced version of world consciousness.

So now, if Pangu were reborn, could the Heavenly Dao, the current controller of the Primordial World, continue to maintain its dominion?

Thus, even Zhu Jiuyin himself did not know that while Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao had previously only targeted and suppressed the Ancestral Witches to prevent the Primordial World from losing its balance—while also harboring the desire to slowly bring the Witch Race under their control—the situation had changed.

Now, the moment the True Form of Pangu appeared, the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun had instantly made a decision in their hearts: the Ancestral Witches could not be allowed to live.

It stood to reason; the Three Pure Ones originated from the same source and could be called brothers, yet they eventually fought amongst themselves for the sake of destiny. Now, what lay before the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun was the control of the entire Primordial World.

Between the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun, and Pangu, there existed not only immense interests but also a life-or-death crisis, which further ignited the wariness and murderous intent of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun toward the Ancestral Witches.

While the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones, and the various Innate Demon Gods of the Primordial World had already formed the intent to kill, the Twelve Ancestral Witches began to guide the True Form of Pangu to unleash its most powerful strike against Hongjun.

Facing this blow, Hongjun observed it for a moment and then smiled with ease.

"It is merely the power of the second level of the Sage realm. I am now at the third level; what can you do to me?"

"Enough, the longer this drags on, the more trouble it will bring. If Pangu's will were truly summoned, everything would be finished."

Thinking this, Hongjun slowly raised a hand, intending to dissipate the True Form of Pangu before him.

Suddenly, Mount Buzhou trembled slightly, and the True Form of Pangu before Hongjun surged tenfold in strength.

"This, this is impossible! This power is at least at the level of the fifth level of the Sage realm."

"Oh no, I cannot block this strike!"

At the critical moment, the Heavenly Dao intervened.

As the Heavenly Dao exerted its power, a surge of Heavenly Dao energy poured from a void undetectable to all observers directly into Hongjun's body.

Instantly, Hongjun's aura skyrocketed thirtyfold—this was the limit of the Heavenly Dao energy that could be bestowed upon him at this time.

But it was enough; Hongjun could now unleash the terrifying power of the sixth level of the Sage realm.

Relying on the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun unleashed the strongest strike of his life.

Of course, to the outside world—whether in the eyes of the Ancestral Witches or the countless beings of the Primordial World—Hongjun had merely swiped his palm lightly, cleanly and efficiently dissipating the True Form of Pangu, which had suppressed the entire Primordial World with its mere presence and forced even Quasi-Sage powerhouses to their knees.

With his murderous intent piqued, Hongjun prepared to launch a second strike to eradicate all Twelve Ancestral Witches once and for all.

However, he discovered that a will, vast and terrifying to the extreme in his eyes—one that even the Heavenly Dao could not compare to in the slightest—was locking onto him.

Hongjun was, after all, a Chaos Being; at this moment, he realized he had been locked onto by the Great Dao.

Hongjun pondered for a moment and understood everything completely.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches still possessed the immeasurable Merit of Opening the Heavens left behind by Pangu.

The Merit of Opening the Heavens was not Heavenly Dao Merit; it was Great Dao Merit.

To strike at a being who possessed Great Dao Merit was a clear sign that one did not hold the Great Dao in any regard.

At this moment, not only Hongjun but even the Heavenly Dao recoiled.

Before the Great Dao, even the high and mighty Heavenly Dao was no different from an ant.

From this point on, both the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun understood that as long as the Merit of Opening the Heavens on the Ancestral Witches was not exhausted, they could not directly attack them, or they would face severe punishment from the Great Dao.

Hongjun was indeed Hongjun; although he was incredibly annoyed, he appeared composed on the surface, fully embodying the demeanor of the "Dao Ancestor": "Within ten epochs, the Monster Race shall govern the heavens, and the Witch Race shall govern the earth. Neither race shall stir up conflict again!"

As he spoke, Hongjun waved his hand.

In an instant, the billions of the Witch Race, including the Ancestral Witches, were all shifted outside the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race.

This display undoubtedly shocked all the beings of the Primordial World, including the Ancestral Witches, to the core once again.

As long as one was not a fool, one could understand a simple question: if Hongjun could shift billions of the Witch Race outside the ancestral land with a wave of his hand, did that not mean he could also wipe out the entire Witch Race with a single slap?

The thought was terrifying!

Seeing this, Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged a glance with Kunpeng.

Kunpeng's face twisted in bitterness, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly, That bastard! Why does it always have to be me, Kunpeng, who gets stuck doing such humiliating tasks?!

Complaints were one thing, but he still had to do what was required.

It was much like how Kunpeng hadn't actually wanted to join the Demon Race, yet he still stood firmly within their ranks.

It was only because Di Jun and Tai Yi, those two Quasi-Sage powerhouses, had arrived at the North Abyss wielding the Chaos Bell and the River Map and Luo Scroll, leaving him with no choice but to join.

If only Kunpeng could have foreseen the future, he would have surely remarked, "He who understands the times is a hero!"

Kunpeng suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud and began to wail, "Dao Ancestor, you must seek justice for our Demon Race and all the countless living beings of the Primordial World!"

"The Witch Race usually treats the creatures of the Primordial World as food, and now they have recklessly started a great war, storming our Demon Court. If their madness is not stopped, once our Demon Race is wiped out by the Witch Race, won't all the countless living beings of the Primordial World become nothing more than a meal on the Witch Race's plate?"