Twelve Heavenly Capitals Formation

"I thought this war would fizzle out with a tiger's head and snake's tail. Who knew there would be another twist!"

Seeing the All-Heaven Star Formation appear, and the Witch Clan members behind it packed together in numbers no fewer than the Demon Race's—even Pangu Hall had been deployed—Lu Chen, who had been waiting to see blood flow like a river, was thoroughly excited.

Lu Chen pulled 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."

"Hehe, let Human Dao bear witness. In today's battle between witches and demons, the victors shall be kings, and the defeated shall submit."

Dijiang sneered twice, then looked at Dijun provocatively.

"Dijun, do you dare?"

"Of cou—"

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 unwavering will, he truly might have been bewitched into nodding his agreement.

But if he had truly been bewitched and said those words, then he would no longer be fit to be an emperor. The enemy had reached his doorstep, yet he would retreat? How could he lead the countless trillions of Demon Race members afterward?

"Why wouldn't I dare!"

As those words fell,

a gigantic golden eye appeared in the heavens, casting down two beams of golden light. If fortune had been visible, one would have seen the fortunes of the Demon Race and Witch Clan completely linked together, forming a compass woven from fate.

The compass had twelve divisions. Witches and demons each occupied six, evenly matched.

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

Outside Chaos, within Zixiao Palace.

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

"Human Dao had only just revived, but the moment it sensed your aura, it directly initiated the War of Fortune. Are you satisfied now?"

Hongjun sat upon a meditation cushion, an unfathomably mysterious aura radiating around him, a trace of mockery on his face.

"You had wanted to use three great wars to make the witches and demons exhaust each other, then have both races perish together in the end. It seems your scheme is going to fall through."

"Hmph, there is no need for you to tell me. The future protagonist of the Primordial World is the Human Race. Even if the Witch Clan temporarily defeats the Demon Race and claims all the Primordial World's fortune, it will still fall to the Human Race in the future. Witches and demons are fated to perish! Your schemes will not succeed either."

'Hongjun's' expression changed, instantly becoming incomparably cold as he snorted.

"Who the deer will die in whose hands 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, gradually merging into one.

They became an enormous pillar of light.

A towering phantom took shape within that pillar.

"This is!"

Seeing that colossal phantom standing between heaven and earth, the Primordial Spirits of Laozi and Yuanshi both trembled. They instinctively cried out in low voices.

"Father God!"

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

At this moment, the great powers of heaven and earth were all pale with shock.

Pangu—the Primordial World they inhabited had been opened by Pangu, and even they themselves, more or less, were connected to Pangu.

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

Dijun stared at that towering, majestic phantom, his eyes splitting with fury.

Yet this battle concerned the fortune of his race. The victor would seize all the Primordial World's fortune, while the loser would have nothing. Therefore, let alone the Ancestral Witches summoning 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 only a bloodline phantom, not Pangu truly reviving."

Looking at those hollow, lifeless eyes, Laozi instantly came to his senses. With tremendous determination, he 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.

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

"Father God, have You returned?"

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

"Greetings, Tongtian Sword Sage."

Noticing Tongtian behind them, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun clasped their hands in salute.

Back in Zixiao Palace, they had been peers. But Tongtian had now attained Primordial Unity and walked ahead of them, so he had naturally become their senior.

"Greetings, Master."

Lu Chen turned and clasped his hands in salute. He was not surprised by Tongtian's appearance. According to what he knew, the Pangu phantom first summoned by the Twelve Ancestral Witches differed from the later ones. 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.

As for the basis of this speculation, after the Demon Race was defeated, Hongjun stepped in to tilt the scales. With a wave of his hand, Pangu's phantom could forcibly seize Laozi's and Yuanshi's Taiji Diagram and Pangu Banner, as well as Taiyi's Chaos Bell, intending to reassemble 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 utterly 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 though the one controlling the phantom is not the Ancestral Witches, but Father God Himself?"

Tongtian casually suppressed the emotion in his heart. Two streaks of sword light burst from his eyes as 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 torn between two sides?"

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

Otherwise, even for a Sage, concealing matters from the calculations of one at Primordial Unity would be difficult.

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 extinguished.

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

"How could it be this strong?!"

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

Countless starlights bombarded Pangu's phantom, yet they could not even make it sway. But one punch from the 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 impatient. This formation appears ferocious and imposing, but it is incomplete and lacks staying power. If it were completed, it might perhaps contend with the Father God phantom summoned by the Ancestral Witches."

Tongtian was also a formation master. With the cultivation of Primordial Unity, he saw at a glance that the All-Heaven Star Formation was incomplete.

Lu Chen greatly agreed with Tongtian's assessment.

After all, in the future, to complete the formation and increase its power, Dijun would personally go into the starry sky and extract a wisp of each star's origin to forge Stellar Banners. There would also be the Lunar Star's support. Right now, relying only on the Solar Star, the formation itself, and the power drawn from the starry sky, it simply could not contend with the Twelve Heavenly Capitals Formation.

"Do you think there will still be a Demon Race after this?"