Twelve Heavenly Capitals Formation

"I thought this war would fizzle out with a whimper, but I never expected another twist!"

Seeing the All-Heaven Star Formation appear, and the Witch Clan forces behind it packed densely together in numbers no fewer than the Demon Race's, with even Pangu Hall deployed, Lu Chen, who had long wanted to see rivers of blood, was utterly thrilled.

Lu Chen took two fruits from his sleeve, fed one to Bai Geng, and stuffed the other into his own mouth.

"Dijiang, today will be the day your Witch Clan is destroyed."

"Heh heh, with the Human Dao as witness, in today's battle between witches and demons, the victor shall be king, and the loser shall submit."

Dijiang sneered twice, then looked at Dijun with open provocation.

"Dijun, do you dare?"

"As if..."

Suddenly, a voice appeared in Dijun's mind, telling him not to agree. That voice was filled with temptation. Had Dijun not been an emperor with an unshakable will, he might truly have been bewitched into nodding and accepting.

But if he had truly been bewitched and spoken those words, he would no longer be fit to be an emperor. The enemy had reached his doorstep, yet he would shrink back—how could he lead the countless billions of demons afterward?

"What is there to fear!"

The moment those words fell.

A gigantic golden eye appeared in the heavens, casting down two beams of golden light. If fortune could be seen, one would see the fortunes of the Demon Race and Witch Clan thoroughly linked together, transforming into a compass woven from fate.

The compass had twelve divisions, with witches and demons each occupying six, evenly matched.

"Brothers and sisters, form the formation! Let those demon beasts see our Twelve Heavenly Capitals Formation!"

Beyond Chaos, within Zixiao Palace.

"Trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to bait it."

"The Human Dao had only just revived. The moment it sensed your aura, it directly initiated the battle of fortune. Are you satisfied now?"

Hongjun sat upon a prayer mat, an inscrutable and profound aura radiating around him, a trace of mockery on his face.

"You had wanted to divide the war into three great battles, letting witches and demons wear each other down before both races perished together. It seems your scheme is about to come to nothing."

"Hmph, there is no need for you to tell me. The future protagonists of the Primordial World will be the Human Race. Even if the Witch Clan temporarily defeats the Demon Race and occupies all the fortune of the Primordial World, they will still fall to the Human Race in the future. Witches and demons are destined to perish! Your plans will not succeed either."

Hongjun's expression changed, instantly turning incomparably cold, and he let out a frosty snort.

"Who will die with the deer's head in hand remains to be seen."

"You are destined to fail!"

Led by Dijiang, the Twelve Ancestral Witches transformed into twelve pillars of light that shot into the sky, slowly merging into one.

They became an enormous pillar of light.

A towering phantom took shape within the pillar.

"This is!"

Seeing that majestic phantom standing between heaven and earth, the Primordial Spirits of Laozi and Yuanshi trembled. They instinctively roared aloud.

"Father God!"

"Pangu! The Witch Clan can actually summon Pangu through a formation! Is this the foundation of Pangu Orthodox?"

At this moment, the mighty experts of heaven and earth were struck pale with shock.

Pangu—the Primordial World they lived in had been opened by Pangu, and each of them, more or less, had some connection to him.

"Those barbarians led by Dijiang can actually summon Father God's phantom."

Dijun stared at that majestic and imposing phantom, his eyes nearly splitting apart.

Yet this battle concerned the fortune of his race. The victor would occupy all the fortune of the Primordial World, while the loser would lose everything. Thus, even if the Ancestral Witches had summoned Pangu's phantom, even if Heavenly Dao Hongjun himself descended, he would still dare to clash with him. This All-Heaven Star Formation was his confidence!

"This is merely a bloodline phantom, not Pangu's true revival."

Seeing those hollow, vacant eyes, Laozi instantly came to his senses and, through immense willpower, suppressed the urge in his heart to merge into Pangu's phantom.

It was not only Laozi. Yuanshi, and even Tongtian far away on Kunlun Mountain, felt the same way.

Kunlun Mountain. Tongtian, who had originally been in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the Heavenly Court, raising a hand to cover his heart.

"Father God, have you returned?"

Tongtian suppressed the stirrings in his heart and took a step forward. In an instant, a vast sword intent descended upon the Southern Heavenly Gate. Tongtian appeared beside Lu Chen.

"Greetings, Sword Sage Tongtian."

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun noticed Tongtian behind them and cupped their hands in salute.

They had once been peers in Zixiao Palace, but Tongtian had now attained Primordial Unity and walked ahead of them, naturally becoming their senior.

"Greetings, Master."

Lu Chen turned and cupped his hands in salute. He was not surprised by Tongtian's arrival. From what he understood, the Pangu Phantom first summoned by the Twelve Ancestral Witches differed from those that came later. This Pangu Phantom seemed to possess its own consciousness, causing the Three Pure Ones, who had been transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, to react.

The basis for this deduction was that after the Demon Race was defeated, Hongjun stepped in to tip the scales. With a wave of his hand, the Pangu Phantom could forcibly seize Laozi's and Yuanshi's Taiji Diagram and Pangu Banner, as well as Taiyi's Chaos Bell, intending to re-form the Heaven-Opening Axe.

But after being suppressed by Hongjun, the later Pangu Phantoms never displayed such divine might again.

It was as though their consciousness had been completely erased, leaving behind only an empty shell of a phantom.

"It is not Father God's rebirth, merely a phantom summoned by the Ancestral Witches through their formation and bloodline. But why do I sense a trace of consciousness within it? It is as if the one controlling the phantom at this moment is not the Ancestral Witches, but Father God himself?"

Tongtian casually suppressed the emotion in his heart. Two sword glints burst from his eyes, and a trace of doubt arose within him.

He calculated with his fingers, and understanding flashed through his eyes.

"So that is how it is. No wonder."

"It seems the Demon Race is destined to lose this Witch-Demon War. Yet in the future, the Human Race will inevitably come into conflict with the Witch Clan."

Tongtian's gaze settled on Lu Chen, who was watching with excitement written across his face.

"When that time comes, will you find yourself caught between two fires?"

Though Primordial Unity was not Sagehood, one could still calculate certain great trends of the Primordial World if one wished, unless the Heavenly Dao deliberately concealed them.

Otherwise, even a Sage would find it difficult to hide from the calculations of one at Primordial Unity.

Boom!

The Witch Clan truly was the most like Pangu. Facing the All-Heaven Star Formation, Pangu's phantom merely threw a simple punch.

With one punch, all laws were annihilated.

The blow smashed into the All-Heaven Star Formation. Dijun, serving as the formation's core, instantly turned pale and spat out a mouthful of crimson-golden essence blood. Dijun casually wiped his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How could it be this strong?!"

He was the formation's core and bore the greatest damage. Aside from him, every great demon participating in the formation was injured.

Countless starlights bombarded Pangu's phantom without even causing the slightest sway, yet a single punch from that phantom had nearly shattered his All-Heaven Star Formation.

Was this normal?

Was it reasonable?

"The Demon Race is certain to lose this battle. They were too hasty. This formation looks fierce and mighty, but it is incomplete and lacks staying power. If it were perfected, it might perhaps contend with the Father God phantom summoned by the Ancestral Witches."

Tongtian was also a grandmaster of formations. With the cultivation of Primordial Unity, he saw at a glance the All-Heaven Star Formation's imperfections.

Lu Chen greatly agreed with Tongtian's assessment.

After all, in the future, to perfect the formation and increase its might, Dijun would personally venture into the Starry Sky to draw out a wisp of each star's origin and refine them into Stellar Banners. There would also be the Lunar Star's support. Right now, relying only on the Solar Star and the power the formation itself drew from the Starry Sky, it was simply insufficient to contend with the Twelve Heavenly Capitals Formation.

"Tell me, after this, will there still be a Demon Race?"