"..."
"..."
"..."
A deathly silence!
All living beings of heaven and earth, all the sages of the heavens, were completely dumbfounded at this moment!
One had to know—
That was Dao Ancestor Hongjun's Dharma Body!
Though it was merely a single Dharma Body descending.
It was still a supreme and towering existence in the Primordial World.
The highest authority beneath the Heavenly Dao.
Furthermore!
Though Hongjun had yet to merge with the Dao, his cultivation was formidable, having reached the peak of the ninth level of the Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
Even a Saint's Dharma Body possessed the strength of the fifth or sixth level of the Primordial Chaos Great Luo realm, carrying unparalleled might.
One had to know.
Even the strongest among the saints of the Profound Gate, the Three Pure Ones, were only at the third level of the Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal realm!
Yet now, Hongjun's Dharma Body had simply...
Been cleaved apart by the Twelve Ancestor Witches?!!
Hiss—
These Witch Clan people were far too reckless!
"Who else?!"
"Who else dares stand in the way of the Witch Clan's grand undertaking?! Come at us if you dare—!!!"
"Our Witch Clan upholds Pangu's supreme will! We battle the heavens and fight the earth, fearing nothing!"
"From this day forth, I want the heavens unable to block my sight, the earth unable to bury my heart! Let all living beings revere me, let the gods and demons filling the skies fear me, and let those hypocritical sages of the heavens all kneel before me!!!"
Within the deathly silent heavens of the Primordial World, only Chen Xuan's booming, thunderous voice echoed endlessly, wave after wave.
Everyone who heard it was profoundly shaken!
Even Primordial Chaos Saints had their Dao Hearts tremble, and boundless awe rose within them!
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"..."
The entire Witch Clan erupted in an instant. Roaring cries like mountains collapsing and seas surging suddenly rang out with fervor from the ancient starry skies, the Witch Clan's ancestral land, the Four Seas and Eight Wastes, the nine heavens and ten lands, and every corner of the world.
"Senior... um... Saint Jieyin seems to have escaped."
At that moment, an untimely voice quietly spoke up.
Just now, while the Dutian God-Demon Array was clashing head-on with Hongjun's Dharma Body, Jieyin had decisively unleashed his ultimate Primordial Chaos escape art. Seizing the chance, he broke through the array's weakest formation node and fled for his life!
His will to survive was overwhelming!
"He is merely a jumping clown. Do not pursue a desperate foe. The day I lead the Witch Clan to conquer the heavens will be the day the Buddhist hosts of Western Mount Sumeru perish!"
"Besides, the Witch Clan's greatest threat now is neither the Demon Clan nor the West, but that old fart Hongjun!"
Jieyin fled in panic, but Chen Xuan could not be bothered with him. He knew Hongjun's temperament well. Having publicly disgraced the Dao Ancestor this time, that old fart would absolutely not let the matter rest.
Therefore, he needed to focus his energy and prepare with everything he had for the coming monstrous retaliation.
Let this storm come even more fiercely!
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun!"
That name had once been synonymous with something impossibly lofty and untouchable. At this moment, Houtu's heart clenched tightly. She felt unease and dread, yet no fear!
There was no other reason.
Chen Xuan was overseeing the Witch Clan!
"Houtu, since you insist on remaining obstinate and repeating your mistakes, do not blame this Ancestor for being merciless."
Just as Chen Xuan had expected, after Hongjun's Dharma Body was destroyed, a Dao voice devoid of joy or sorrow and filled with endless indifference drifted from the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace.
It instantly resounded across the entire Witch-Demon battlefield!
How dare creatures as insignificant as ants profane the majesty of the Primordial Desolation Dao Ancestor?
From the instant Hongjun's Dharma Body was shattered, immense karmic ties had already been forged!
Well, well, well—this time, it was the Witch Clan who had struck first!
Now Hongjun had a legitimate reason to publicly campaign against the Witch Clan!
Trading one Dharma Body for it was not a loss!
"Saints of the Profound Gate, heed this decree. The Witch Clan has defied the great momentum of the Heavenly Dao, disrespected Saints, and profaned the glorious might of heaven. I command you to immediately suppress the Dutian God-Demon Array and restore the scattered fortune of the Demon Clan!"
"Though this Ancestor's Dharma Body perished earlier, it also wiped out nearly half the power of the Dutian God-Demon Array. On this expedition, you must uphold the prestige of our Profound Gate!"
Once his thoughts were settled, it was not long before an indifferent and boundless Dao voice spread across Mount Shouyang, reverberated through Yuxu Palace, and echoed over Jinao Island.
Mount Sumeru shook.
Terrifying waves surged across the Chaos battlefield.
Every word he spoke brimmed with irresistible supreme authority!
Out of wariness toward the Earth Dao, Hongjun could not personally make a move.
But he had the saints of the Profound Gate under his command to use!
With all living beings of the heavens setting out together, the Dutian God-Demon Array would surely be broken!
The Witch Clan would also lose one of its greatest pillars!
Then all variables could be set right and return to the proper course!
The instant the Dao Ancestor's decree was issued, the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa all turned grave.
"Master intends... to have us campaign against the Witch Clan!?"
"Saints joining the Heaven and Earth Great Tribulation... this is no joke! Once we become entangled in it, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
"..."
Taiqing Laozi, who had received the order, unconsciously frowned, while Yuanshi Tianzun felt inexplicably uneasy.
As for Shangqing Tongtian, he fell silent for a long while, thoroughly unwilling.
Meanwhile, Jieyin, who had only just managed to escape back to the depths of Western Mount Sumeru, brushed it off under the excuse of tending to his injuries.
What a crafty bastard!
As for Zhunti...
The less said, the better!
Nuwa, however, had no desire to form enmity with the Witch Clan.
First, she had been moved by Houtu's unyielding will and her spirit of daring to contend with heaven and battle the earth. It was both mutual admiration and solemn respect.
Second, the karmic ties between her and Zhunti had yet to be resolved!
"Junior Sister Nuwa, you heard it too. The Dao Ancestor's decree cannot be defied!"
"How about we put aside our personal grudge for now? The greater situation matters most!"
Taking his senior brother's painful lesson as a warning, Zhunti had no desire to join the Witch-Demon war or involve himself in the Great Tribulation. Yet in order to escape Nuwa's pursuit, he still forced himself to speak.
"Silence!"
But Nuwa paid him no heed. Her black hair flew wildly as her delicate jade hands moved, unfurling the Mountain River State Painting. Within it, the sun and moon hung inverted, stars flowed across the heavens, and the power of the top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure was unstoppable!
Her gaze flashed like lightning as it bore into Zhunti. She roared, "Today, I swear to seek justice for the nine Golden Crows who died. No one can stop me!"
Damn it, another fierce woman!
Fuck!
Zhunti wanted to curse his mother, tears nearly streaming down his face.
Jieyin was tending to his wounds, while Nuwa and Zhunti were locked in battle within Chaos. Thus, the burden of campaigning against the Witch Clan naturally fell upon the Three Pure Ones.
Rumble! Rumble rumble!!
Before long, two vast and terrifying Saintly Dao auras, carrying overwhelming pressure like tsunamis, erupted respectively from Mount Shouyang and Kunlun.
Laozi rode a green ox.
Yuanshi rode a Nine-Dragon Agarwood Carriage.
They descended upon the Witch-Demon battlefield!
In an instant, endless Dao auras intertwined and spread, space twisted, and all living beings bowed their heads.
All living beings of heaven and earth, the countless creatures of the Wu and Demon clans, held their breath beneath that terrifying Saintly might. Silence fell in an instant.
After the supreme pressure of Hongjun's Dharma Body had receded.
Now, before one wave had settled, another rose!
"It is Saints Taiqing and Yuanshi! Excellent! It seems the Dao Ancestor has not abandoned our Demon Clan. The fortune of our Heavenly Court has not run dry! Hahahaha—"
"This time, how can the Witch Clan... not die!?"
With more Saints joining the Witch-Demon conflict, Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's anxious hearts immediately surged with excitement and joy.
In contrast, everyone in the Witch Clan was immersed in a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere, scarcely daring to breathe.
Their expressions were solemn, their nerves stretched taut!
Even the hot-tempered Ancestor Witch Zhurong spat on the ground and cursed furiously, "Outrageous! Is that bastard Hongjun... never going to let this go?!!"
"Senior Chen Xuan..."
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