Di Jiang nodded. "Good! With Sister Houtu having refined the Destruction Stele, our Witch Clan has gained another supreme treasure."
Houtu smiled. "We have Pan Xuan's younger brother to thank for that. Had he not broken through those Innate Restrictions, we would never have obtained it."
Pan Xuan shook his head. "You're too kind, Sister Houtu. This treasure was destined for you. Refining it was your own achievement."
After they chatted and laughed for a while longer, Di Jiang suddenly grew serious. "The matter of the Destruction Stele is settled. Next, we should study the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation."
At these words, all the Ancestral Witches grew solemn.
The Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation was a grand formation passed down personally by Father God Pangu, a supreme formation through which the Twelve Ancestral Witches could join forces to summon the Pangu Phantom.
If they could establish this formation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' strength would unite as one, summoning their Father God's phantom and borrowing his power to sweep away everything.
"This formation requires twelve people working together, with the Great Dao of Strength as its foundation, our respective laws as its framework, and our bloodline as the link."
Di Jiang said gravely, "Although we received the method for establishing it in our inheritance, we have never actually used it.
Next, we must practice it repeatedly until we can establish it with proficiency."
Zhu Rong was eager to try. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's start now!"
Gong Gong nodded as well. "I also want to know just how powerful this Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation is."
The Ancestral Witches rose one after another and came to an open space before Pangu Hall.
Pan Xuan stood to one side, watching quietly.
He knew that the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation was the Witch Clan's trump card, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' strongest killing move.
Witnessing this formation in action would also be a rare opportunity for him.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches took their places in the open space, each occupying a position prescribed by the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation.
Di Jiang stood due east, the position of the Power of Space.
Around him, the Power of Space began to surge like invisible waves, spreading outward one after another.
Zhu Jiuyin stood due west, the position of the Power of Time.
Around him, the flow of time began to grow erratic, speeding up and slowing down, as though an invisible river flowed around him.
Zhu Rong stood due south, the position of the Power of Fire.
Around him, Southern Illumination Divine Flame blazed, scorching the surrounding air until it twisted and warped.
Gong Gong stood due north, the position of the Power of Water.
Around him, the power of Weak Water was deep as an abyss, forming a stark contrast with Zhu Rong's flames.
Xuan Ming stood to the northeast, the position of the Power of Ice.
Around her, bitter cold spread, freezing even the ground into ice.
Houtu stood to the southwest, the position of the Power of Earth.
Around her, the Power of Earth was heavy as a mountain, pressing the ground beneath her feet down slightly.
Jumang, Rushou, Qiangliang, Xizi, Shebishi, Tianwu.
The twelve Ancestral Witches each occupied a position and activated their own Natal Law.
Twelve different powers intertwined, collided, and fused before Pangu Hall, forming an unimaginable torrent of energy.
"Dutian Divine Fiends, arise!"
At Di Jiang's thunderous shout, the Twelve Ancestral Witches unleashed their full power together.
At that moment, the twelve kinds of Power of Laws fused into one, becoming a chaos-colored pillar of light that shot into the sky.
Within that pillar of light, a phantom slowly began to coalesce.
At first, it was only a vague outline, like a mass of mist before chaos had been split open.
But soon, that outline grew clearer and more solid.
It had the form of an innate Dao body, its head supporting the sky and its feet planted upon the earth, standing untold tens of millions of li tall.
It was Pangu's phantom.
The phantom slowly took shape. Though only a phantom, he radiated the mighty power to cleave heaven and earth apart.
In his hand, he held an enormous axe.
It was a phantom of the Pangu Axe, with chaos qi churning ceaselessly along its edge.
The instant the phantom fully formed, an unimaginable pressure emanated from him, enveloping the whole of Pangu Hall.
So powerful was that pressure that even the Twelve Ancestral Witches themselves felt their hearts tremble.
Within that phantom lay Pangu's power.
Though it was only an exceedingly small portion, it was enough to destroy heaven and earth, enough to sweep away everything.
Standing within the formation, Houtu's primordial spirit in her Niwan Palace suddenly lit up.
The Destruction Stele trembled faintly beside her, as though sensing something.
She could feel a subtle connection forming between her primordial spirit and the Pangu Phantom.
"Houtu, preside over the formation!" Di Jiang's voice rang out from within the formation.
With a thought from Houtu, the power of her primordial spirit connected to the Pangu Phantom.
The phantom's eyes, which had been nothing but murky chaos, suddenly lit up, as though gaining a trace of sentience.
With the support of a primordial spirit, the Pangu Phantom grew more solid and more real.
The enormous axe in his hand also became clearer, and the chaos qi along its edge churned even more violently.
The aura radiating from the phantom had grown far more than twice as powerful.
Zhu Rong exclaimed from within the formation, "Sister Houtu's primordial spirit really does help! This phantom is so much stronger than before!"
Gong Gong was equally astonished. "With a primordial spirit presiding over it, the formation's might has actually increased this much!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches drove the formation with all their strength, and the Pangu Phantom grew taller and larger, almost reaching the dome of Pangu Hall.
The aura radiating from the phantom also grew stronger and more terrifying, as though it might erupt at any moment.
Pangu Hall trembled faintly, and ripples spread across the Pangu Blood Pool within.
The Xuanhuang Qi and Merit Golden Light intertwined and swirled, firmly concealing the formation's manifestations within the hall and preventing even a trace of its aura from leaking out.
Outside Pangu Hall, Mount Buzhou still towered majestically, the great sun of the Primordial World still rose in the east and set in the west, and the war between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans continued.
No one knew that within this ancient hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were deploying a formation powerful enough to change the balance of the Primordial World.
Pan Xuan stood to one side, quietly watching the Pangu Phantom, a thousand feelings stirring within him.
He could feel the power contained within that phantom-the power to cleave heaven and earth apart, the power of Father God Pangu.
Though it was only a phantom, though it contained only an exceedingly small portion of that power, it was enough to strike terror into any enemy.
This was the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces to summon the Pangu Phantom, borrowing their Father God's power to sweep away everything.
The very moment the Twelve Ancestral Witches deployed the Dutian Divine Fiends Grand Formation, several innate supreme treasures across the Primordial World stirred at once.
In a space filled with chaos qi, the Yin-Yang Ancestor sat cross-legged, the aura around him calm and profound.
Before him floated the Taiji Diagram. Yin-Yang Qi circulated ceaselessly within it, black and white alternating like the separation of yin and yang when heaven and earth first opened.
Suddenly, the Taiji Diagram trembled faintly.
The circulation of Yin-Yang Qi grew erratic, and the alternation of black and white lost its rhythm.
The Taiji Diagram seemed to sense something and gave a low hum, as though answering some summons.
The Yin-Yang Ancestor opened his eyes, the power of yin and yang stirring faintly within them. He looked at the Taiji Diagram before him and frowned slightly.
"This is..." His voice was calm as still water, yet carried a trace of puzzlement.
The Yin-Yang Ancestor fell silent for a moment, then extended a finger and gently pressed it against the Taiji Diagram.
A gentle current of yin-yang power flowed from his fingertip, soothing the Taiji Diagram.
The Taiji Diagram's disturbance continued for a moment before gradually subsiding.
Yin-Yang Qi resumed its normal circulation, and black and white alternated as regularly as before.
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