The Twelve Ancestral Witches roared in a primal chorus. A domineering Aura that surpassed the heavens themselves pressed down upon the infinite Living Beings of the world, leaving every soul suffocated and trembling in its wake.
The boundless Evil Qi began to solidify, and a dark shadow that propped up the sky stood tall. It was as if a force had torn through the ancient past to descend upon the world once more.
The Evil Qi billowed, surpassing the Milky Way and shaking the very foundations of the Honghuang World. Even though this world was vast and far exceeded the myriad heavens, the rolling crimson mists of slaughter still vibrated through its furthest reaches.
"This is..."
On the battlefield, the warriors of the Wu and Yao were paralyzed. They stared at the unfolding scene in absolute shock. Forget the Yao—even the common Witches were dumbfounded. It was too sudden; their minds simply short-circuited.
The Pangu Dharmakaya stood at the center of the Great Desolation. Its height was immeasurable; the gaze could not find its end. Its head pierced the deepest reaches of the Nine Heavens, while its feet trod upon the infinite Netherworld.
Stars swirled around it like tiny sparks, and the sun and moon rotated about its frame. This was an inconceivable anomaly. A boundless Great World seemed to form naturally around its body—a true act of creation—while vast quantities of Chaos Qi veiled parts of its gargantuan form.
"Pangu... Father God?" Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian felt their world-views explode. Their pupils dilated in terror as they stared at the titan before them.
"No! This is not the True Father!"
In the next instant, they denied it. If the true Pangu were to descend, the current Honghuang World likely could not sustain his weight.
Though it was not the true body, it was staggering enough. It defied all logic—how could the Ancestral Witches summon the Dharma Body of Pangu? Was this truly the "gift" he had left for them?
Nuwa, Fuxi, and Kunpeng froze in shock, looking up at the giant that dominated the cosmos. Before this titan, they felt as weak and insignificant as ants.
They could not fight it; it was invincible. This was a level of power that far transcended their own.
In stark contrast, the Wu Clan, once they regained their senses, were overcome by a fanatical zeal. Their frenzied roars shook the universe, echoing in all directions.
This was the Father God they had worshipped since time immemorial, appearing before them as if he were alive.
As the Pangu Dharmakaya fully solidified, its monumental Aura rippled through the entire world. From the great powers in their secluded grottos to the lowliest spirits, everyone felt it.
"What is happening in the war? Why is my Divine Soul shivering?" A powerful being lay prostrate in his cave, his body shaking with terror. They used their Divine Abilities and Magic Treasures to peer toward the battlefield.
Through the haze, they saw a figure. It wasn't that their sight was so great; it was simply that the figure was too colossal. It stood between heaven and earth, wreathed in countless Major Thousand Worlds, layered one upon another in an unbelievable display of power.
At Mount Sumeru, the Two Sages of the West jumped to their feet. They had been meditating and enjoying the "show" of the Sanqing vs. the Witches. Now, seeing the Pangu Dharmakaya, their scalps tingled, and they began to question reality.
Did the Witches truly hold the only legitimate claim? Were they indeed the only "Specified Heirs" of the Great God Pangu?
"The Sanqing are in massive trouble now!" Zhunti lamented. He felt the future Saints were about to be thrashed by their own "Father" for being rebellious sons.
"Fortunately, we did not wade into these muddy waters. Peaceful cultivation is the only true path—avoiding disaster and seeking the auspicious leads to the protection of heaven!" Jieyin smiled, his body glowing with an auspicious, holy light. He looked merciful and sacred, though inwardly he was breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn't gone to the East to scavenge for benefits.
At that moment, the ancient earth groaned. The colossal figure of Pangu moved. He raised a single palm, slowly but with an unstoppable force, and pressed it forward.
Within those fingers, the sun and moon rotated and stars were infinite. Worlds were being opened, Chaos was swirling, and Major Thousand Worlds overlapped to suppress a single direction. This was the raw power of the Creator, mastering infinite Laws. It was horrific beyond words!
"Father! Kill them for us!" Qiang Liang roared, his body covered in a pillar of divine light. He had entered a state of near-madness, seeing his Father's form so close to him. He actually began directing the titan like a general, jumping in excitement.
Rumble!
Pangu's palm suppressed a sector of the world, slamming down toward the Sanqing.
"Run!"
Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian exchanged one look and instantly reacted.
But they found that no matter how they fled, they could not escape the range of the hand. It was too vast; it blanketed all of heaven, earth, and every dimension of space-time.
"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Yuanshi roared in denial. He still could not accept that the Witches could manifest such a thing. By what right?
"Combine our strength!"
Laozi shouted, losing his usual composure for the first time since his defeat at the Three Immortals Island. The Sanqing unleashed everything they had. Their Innate Supreme Treasures flew out, attempting to partition space and time to create a barrier.
Simultaneously, the Sanqing Celestial Light and Capital Heavenly God Lightning surged out without reservation. If they had fought the Ancestral Witches with this much effort earlier, they might have won by now; instead, they were forced to face the Pangu Dharmakaya.
Rumble...
The collision was world-shattering. The Void Realm shook, shattered, and detonated. The earth crumbled into a boundless storm of debris. This peerless strike destroyed everything in its path.
The Taiji Diagram was physically batted away, its Yin and Yang manifestations shattered. Beneath it, the Sanqing suffered a massive jolt and were sent flying for hundreds of millions of miles. Their protective celestial lights were smashed, and their Physical Bodies began to fracture!
Countless Yao Race warriors were turned into a mist of blood, and even their great leaders were caught in the shockwave, suffering severe internal injuries.
The power of this palm was absolute Divine Power, devoid of fancy maneuvers—even Innate Supreme Treasures were left battered.
"Ah, what a pity. We missed slightly!" From within the twelve pillars of light, Xuan Ming voiced her regret.
"Ignore that! Focus entirely on killing the enemy—slaughter as many as you can!" Di Jiang commanded. This was their first time using the Twelve Capital Gods Fiend Formation; they were not yet proficient and could not control every nuance.
"Father is too fierce! Who can possibly be our opponent now?" Zhu Rong laughed with reckless arrogance. The Father manifested by the Magic Formation was even stronger than he had imagined. It was absolute.
This was no longer a battle; it was a massacre. Within the range of the formation, the air was saturated with a world-shaking killing intent.
Upon the Sun Star, Ling Xiao watched the Pangu Dharmakaya with a solemn expression. It was exactly as he had suspected; the Witches truly mastered the formation.
At that moment, the System's voice rang out once more. The choice had arrived.
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