I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

Jiang Wang looked up, and his twenty-one clones raised their hands at the same time. The Book of Curses was fully unfurled, the pages moving without wind, and crimson runes surged out wildly, transforming into a vast sea of ​​blood that swept towards the end of the spatial passage.

"Hongjun."

His voice was calm, yet it resounded throughout the heavens and the earth: "Today, it is not you who will annihilate my human race."

"Yes.

I will destroy your Heavenly Dao.

Rumble!
The vast, ancient land trembled violently; the great battle had finally begun.

At the summit of Shouyang Mountain, the wind and snow were like knives.

The layers of clouds were torn apart by an invisible force, and a golden light that pierced through heaven and earth fell straight down from the sky, landing on that solitary peak.

Where the light dispersed, Hongjun Daozu appeared, dressed in white like snow, his beard and hair standing on end, followed closely by four imposing figures: Taiyi, the central general manager, whose yellow light soared into the sky; the Eastern Emperor, whose blue light resembled a dragon; the Southern Heavenly King, whose red flames burned the sky; and the Western Heavenly King, whose white mist was thick.

The arrival of the four saints was so overwhelming that it almost prevented all living beings within a ten-thousand-mile radius of Shouyang Mountain from raising their heads.

On the stone platform atop the mountain, Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He raised his eyes, his gaze passing over the four sages and landing directly on Hongjun's face at the very front. His voice was lazy, yet clear and resounding in all directions.

"The Dao Ancestor's personal presence is an honor to me, Jiang."

Before he finished speaking, his right hand had already turned to reveal an ancient book as black as ink. Countless fine blood-red runes on the cover of the book wriggled like living things, and the faint cries of vengeful spirits seeped from between the pages.

That is the Book of Curses, a forbidden treasure that Jiang Wang refined in the depths of chaos with the resentment of billions of living beings. Once opened, even the Heavenly Dao would retreat.

The pages rustled.

With a sound, the pages turned automatically without wind, and boundless black light burst forth from between them, transforming into countless dark chains that, with a piercing shriek, rushed straight towards Hongjun.

Hongjun remained expressionless. A jade disc between his brows emitted a clear light, and the Creation Jade Disc hung above his head. Countless golden lotuses emerged from the void, absorbing the boundless curse into its entirety.

The surface of the jade disc was covered with Dao patterns. Every time it absorbed a curse, a ray of creation light would emerge in return, refining the resentment that was enough to kill a saint into the purest primordial spiritual energy.

"Little tricks."

Hongjun spoke calmly, and with a flick of his sleeve, eighteen figures slowly stepped out from behind him.

Six of them have kind and benevolent faces, radiating white light, like saviors of the world; six others have malicious faces, baring fangs, and being shrouded in black mist, like demons; and the remaining six have disdain for all beings, their vertical eyes between their brows showing utter contempt for all living beings.

The eighteen clones of the Three Corpses suddenly surged in power upon their appearance, each one even stronger than Hongjun himself!
Jiang Wang's pupils contracted slightly.

He recognized that these were the "Three Corpse Incarnations" forcibly created by Hongjun using the Jade Disc of Creation. Their good and evil selves had been stripped away, and then forcibly infused with the power of Hunyuan, resulting in eighteen beings that could be considered "pseudo-transcendence."

The terrifying existence of [the entity/entity].

Each of these avatars, with a mere gesture, exudes the power of creation and the birth and death of all things.

The eighteen clones simultaneously raised their hands, their fingertips unleashing a torrent of primordial energy, like an inverted Milky Way, pouring into the Book of Curses.

The black light trembled violently, the blood-red runes on the pages crumbled inch by inch, and the wailing of the vengeful spirits suddenly rose in pitch before being instantly crushed into dust by the primordial power.

In the blink of an eye, the Book of Curses dimmed completely, turning back into an inanimate object and falling back into Jiang Wang's hands.

Jiang Wang sighed softly, flicked his finger, and put the book back into his sleeve, seemingly casually, yet also with a sense of helplessness.

"The Dao Ancestor truly has remarkable methods."

Hongjun did not answer, but simply raised his hand and pointed.

Upon receiving the command, the four sages shouted in unison. The golden light in the hand of the Taiyi Emperor transformed into a giant sword that could cleave the heavens, the Dhritarashtra Emperor summoned a pipa entwined with a blue dragon, the Heavenly King of Growth had crimson flames rising from his palms, and the white mist behind the Heavenly King of Wide Vision condensed into thousands of eyeballs.

Four devastating forces simultaneously blasted towards the entrance to the ancestral land of the human race, hidden in the void at the foot of Shouyang Mountain.

boom!
The mountains shook and the void shattered. Under the combined efforts of the four saints, the ninety-nine layers of restrictions at the entrance were peeled away like paper, and it looked like it would be completely opened in three breaths.

Jiang Wang's eyes turned cold, and he opened the Book of Curses in his sleeve once more.

This time, he didn't target Hongjun, but instead poured all his curse power onto the Four Saints.

The black light surged like a tide, instantly engulfing the four saints.

Taiyi Emperor's colossal sword shattered silently, the strings of Chiguo Emperor's pipa broke inch by inch, the crimson flames of Zengzhang Heavenly King were corrupted by resentment, and the thousands of eyes of Guangmu Heavenly King bled simultaneously.

The four saints trembled violently, their holy blood gushing from their seven orifices, and their aura withered away at a visible speed. In just a moment, they were cursed to death, their holy bodies shattering and turning into four orbs of primordial light that floated in mid-air.

However, in the next instant, the Heavenly Dao roared.

Within the four primordial lights, immeasurable heavenly merits descended, like sweet rain, and the four saints' broken bodies were reshaped at a speed a hundred times faster than death.

In the blink of an eye, the four saints stood up again, their auras complete, without even a trace of injury.

They borrowed the essence of the Heavenly Dao and were instantly revived at full strength!
Jiang Wang's eyes dimmed slightly.

He naturally knew that with his current Primordial Chaos Power, he simply couldn't afford to gamble with the Heavenly Dao.

The Four Saints are protected by the Heavenly Dao Origin, allowing them to resurrect indefinitely. However, once he exhausts his Primordial Chaos Power, he will have no chance of turning the tide.

The Book of Curses closed for the third time and fell into complete silence.

A brief silence fell upon the summit of Shouyang Mountain.

Hongjun raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the wind and snow, landing on Jiang Wang's face. His voice was so calm that it revealed neither joy nor anger.

"The Dao has been established. The flow of time around Du Fu has reached 16,000 times. In the outside world, it will only take seven and a half minutes for him to completely realize the Dao of Hunyuan."

You have no more chances.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang chuckled softly, his voice revealing no trace of urgency.

"Not urgent.

"Since the Dao Ancestor is personally present, I, Jiang, must properly fulfill my duties as host."

He raised his hand and pointed to the heavens, where there was a crack barely visible to the naked eye, from which a faint golden light seeped out. That was the causal thread of the Journey to the West's Great Tribulation, which was being slowly pulled and stitched together by Du Fu's power of merging with the Dao.

"Do you know how much fortune the Heavenly Dao will lose if Journey to the West is destroyed? If Tang Sanzang dies on the way, and Sun Wukong returns to Flower Fruit Mountain and wreaks havoc in the Heavenly Palace a second time, the fortune of Buddhism will be damaged, and the face of Taoism will be lost. As the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, how will you explain this to the three thousand worlds?"

He spoke at a measured pace, each word seemingly sculpted slowly in the wind and snow, carrying a strange and alluring power.

Hongjun remained expressionless, only saying calmly, "It's just a corner of the Great Tribulation. If you really had the ability to destroy the tribulation, you should have made your move before the pilgrims even left Chang'an."

Why wait until today?

In a single sentence, all of Jiang Wang's delays were exposed.

Jiang Wang's smile froze for a moment, then widened.

"The Dao Ancestor saw right through me."

He sighed softly, as if accepting his fate, or as if he had already anticipated this step.

In the next instant, Hongjun raised his hand, and the Jade Disc of Creation transformed into a stream of light suspended in the void. Countless forbidden laws and techniques descended like chains, sealing off the entire area within a radius of 100,000 li around Shouyang Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the law of gravity descended, and the blue stone platform beneath Jiang Wang's feet cracked inch by inch. The entire mountain peak seemed to be pressed down by billions of Mount Sumeru at the same time, and even the void let out a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

Jiang Wang swayed slightly, and bloodstains seeped from beneath his black robe, yet he remained standing ramrod straight.

From within Hongjun's sleeve, a purple headband slowly emerged, its runes flowing, subtly conveying the intention to enslave all living beings.

"Hand over all the secrets within you, put on this headband, and I may spare your life."

The purple headband slowly rotated in the wind and snow, radiating a suffocating pressure.

Jiang Wang glanced down at the headband, then suddenly laughed, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Dao Ancestor, what you want has never been a servant, but rather the Great Dao Spiritual Root hidden within this body of mine, right?"

His voice was as soft as a sigh, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Hongjun's pupils contracted slightly for the first time.

Jiang Wang raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the heavy snow and meeting Hongjun's eyes, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"I can tell you the location of the Enlightenment Tea Tree... but you'll have to take one of my moves first."

The moment he finished speaking, a gray bead suddenly shot out from above his head. Countless chaotic currents swirled on the surface of the bead—it was the Chaos Bead!
The bead, suspended in mid-air, suddenly opened a dark crack. Within the crack, the annihilating demonic light poured down like a waterfall, instantly devouring all the forbidden spells and gravity laws sprinkled by the Jade Disc of Creation.

The Jade Disc of Creation emitted a clear and melodious sound, and was forcibly repelled by a hundred feet, with most of the golden lotus withering away.

At the same time, forty-eight clones of the Three Pure Ones appeared behind Jiang Wang!

Each clone resembled Laozi, yet each possessed a distinct aura: some wielded a whisk with serene inaction, others held a cane with fiery intensity, and still others remained motionless with their eyes closed… The forty-eight clones, some sorrowful, some joyful, some angry, and some furious, their auras blended together, subtly overpowering Hongjun's eighteen three-corpse clones!
Further away, the void trembled, and the phantoms of four axe-wielding giants slowly solidified. The intent of Pangu creating the world lingered on the axe blades, and the pressure was so great that even the four saints had to join forces to resist it.

Jiang Wang stood in the center of the snowstorm, his black robe stained with blood, yet he laughed wildly and arrogantly.

"Dao Ancestor,"

He gently raised his hand, and drops of blood rolled down his fingertips, turning into alluring red flowers in the wind and snow.

"This game is not over yet."

The wind and snow intensified, and danger lurked everywhere.

The three realms were silent, with only the sounds of wind and thunder remaining.

Deep within the ancestral land of humanity, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Banners fluttered in the wind, their blood-red light soaring into the sky, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long crimson glow that dyed the entire primordial world a dazzling scarlet.

At the center of the flag formation, Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering without wind, his eyes reflecting the thunder and fire of the sky, yet as cold as eternal ice.

With his human body, he reversed the methods of the twelve ancestral witches to attain enlightenment and forcibly comprehended the ultimate mystery of the Dutian Divine Array.

This formation originally required the pure bloodlines of the twelve Ancestral Witches to activate, but he deliberately used "delusion" to do so.

Using it as a blade, it forcefully severed the bloodline barrier, sacrificing its own blood, soul, and will to refine it into the thirteenth banner soul.

At this moment, he was both the core of the formation and its spirit.

boom!
The twelve flagpoles trembled simultaneously, and billions of feet of malevolent energy surged upwards, condensing into four majestic figures in the void.

Each figure was hundreds of millions of feet tall, with a dragon's head and a human body, a snake's neck and twisted tendons, and twelve pairs of bony wings on its back that could block out the sun and moon.

Between his brows, a chaotic eye slowly opened vertically, its pupil revealing the primal killing intent of Pangu, the god who created the world.

The four phantom images of Pangu each possess half the power of Pangu at his peak!
"Half-step Pangu..."

High above, from the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace, came an extremely soft sigh, sounding both surprised and fearful.

The next instant, the Creation Jade Disc flew out on its own, hovering in the void, transforming into a jade-colored pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth.

Within the pillar of light, Hongjun Daoist, with his white hair and beard, sat cross-legged. Behind him, fifteen of his Three Corpse Avatars simultaneously appeared: Taishang, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa, each with three bodies, totaling fifteen Saint-level warriors. They all stepped out of the void, their killing intent undisguised.

"Jiang Wang,"

For the first time, Hongjun's voice carried emotion, like ice shards crushed from the depths of chaos: "If you insist on defying the heavens, then stay here today."

Jiang Wang raised his eyes, a gentle smile curving his lips, yet sending chills down one's spine.

"Staying here? That's fine too."

With a flick of his finger, the twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Banners simultaneously emitted a whistling sound like tearing silk.

The four phantom images of Pangu moved.

The first phantom raised its hand, and a phantom axe appeared in its palm. Before the axe blade even arrived, the primordial earth had already split open, creating an abyss spanning billions of miles across the Eastern Continent. The second phantom roared, and the sound waves materialized, causing billions of living beings to bleed from their ears and their primordial spirits to shatter. The third phantom flapped its bone wings, tearing the void apart like paper, revealing cracks where chaotic energy surged. The fourth phantom was the most terrifying. It simply opened the chaotic eye between its brows, and a gray beam of light swept across, freezing one of the benevolent corpses of the Sage Nuwa in mid-air, even suppressing the brilliance of the Jade Disc of Creation by a third.

The four sages of the Heavenly Dao (Yuanshi, Nuwa, Tongtian, and Zhunti) were the first to be affected, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Formation!"

Yuanshi Tianzun roared, Pangu Banner was waved rapidly, and chaotic sword energy crisscrossed; Nuwa offered up the red embroidered ball, and the map of mountains and rivers was spread out over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains; the four swords of Tongtian hung in the air, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation was formed in an instant; Zhunti's Seven Treasures Tree brushed out seven-colored light, wanting to seize the creation of heaven and earth.

But what they faced were four half-step Pangu!

The first strike of the Heaven-Opening Axe landed on the Jade Disc of Creation.

Rumble!
The entire Three Realms seemed to be gripped tightly and then suddenly released by an invisible giant hand. The sun and moon were upside down, the Milky Way flowed backward, and the Netherworld Blood Sea surged with trillions of feet of blood waves. Even the thirty-three heavens of the Heavenly Court cracked inch by inch.

A clear crack appeared on the Jade Disc of Creation, and Hongjun himself let out a muffled groan, a trickle of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Wang was also not feeling well.

Although he used the power of the formation to summon four phantoms of Pangu, every time he swung the Heaven-Opening Axe, the backlash was like billions of chaotic divine lightning bolts simultaneously striking his physical body, primordial spirit, and Dao fruit.

At this moment, blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and his black robe was soaked with blood, yet he still stood straight, like a gun that would never bend.

"Come again."

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an almost manic joy.

The second axe blow, the third axe blow, the fourth axe blow...

Each axe blow was accompanied by the mournful cry of a chaotic spiritual treasure.

The Pangu Banner was cleaved in two, the Taiji Diagram was torn apart, a petal of the Twelve-Petaled Lotus Platform fell off, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation collapsed inch by inch.

Of the fifteen avatars of the Heavenly Dao, seven were shattered by the four phantoms of Pangu. The four original saints, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Tongtian, and Zhunti, were also blasted away, flying hundreds of millions of miles and crashing into countless stars before barely managing to stabilize themselves.

But at that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

Deep within the ancestral land of humanity, the vast human consciousness that should have merged with Du Fu suddenly let out a silent lament, transforming into countless golden streams of light. Instead of flowing towards Du Fu, they surged back wildly, all heading towards one of the four Pangu phantoms—the one with the wide-open vertical eye between its brows, exuding the strongest killing intent! Jiang Wang looked up, and his twenty-one clones raised their hands simultaneously. The Book of Curses was fully unfurled, its pages moving without wind, and crimson runes surged out wildly, transforming into a boundless sea of ​​blood that swept towards the end of the spatial passage.

"Hongjun." His voice was calm, yet it resounded throughout the heavens and earth, "Today, it is not you who will destroy my human race."

"Yes.

I will destroy your Heavenly Dao.

Rumble!
The vast, ancient land trembled violently; the great battle had finally begun.

At the summit of Shouyang Mountain, the wind and snow were like knives.

The layers of clouds were torn apart by an invisible force, and a golden light that pierced through heaven and earth fell straight down from the sky, landing on that solitary peak.

Where the light dispersed, Hongjun Daozu appeared, dressed in white like snow, his beard and hair standing on end, followed closely by four imposing figures: Taiyi, the central general manager, whose yellow light soared into the sky; the Eastern Emperor, whose blue light resembled a dragon; the Southern Heavenly King, whose red flames burned the sky; and the Western Heavenly King, whose white mist was thick.

The arrival of the four saints was so overwhelming that it almost prevented all living beings within a ten-thousand-mile radius of Shouyang Mountain from raising their heads.

On the stone platform atop the mountain, Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He raised his eyes, his gaze passing over the four sages and landing directly on Hongjun's face at the very front. His voice was lazy, yet clear and resounding in all directions.

"The Dao Ancestor's personal presence is an honor to me, Jiang."

Before he finished speaking, his right hand had already turned to reveal an ancient book as black as ink. Countless fine blood-red runes on the cover of the book wriggled like living things, and the faint cries of vengeful spirits seeped from between the pages.

That is the Book of Curses, a forbidden treasure that Jiang Wang refined in the depths of chaos with the resentment of billions of living beings. Once opened, even the Heavenly Dao would retreat.

The pages rustled.

With a sound, the pages turned automatically without wind, and boundless black light burst forth from between them, transforming into countless dark chains that, with a piercing shriek, rushed straight towards Hongjun.

Hongjun remained expressionless. A jade disc between his brows emitted a clear light, and the Creation Jade Disc hung above his head. Countless golden lotuses emerged from the void, absorbing the boundless curse into its entirety.

The surface of the jade disc was covered with Dao patterns. Every time it absorbed a curse, a ray of creation light would emerge in return, refining the resentment that was enough to kill a saint into the purest primordial spiritual energy.

"Little tricks."

Hongjun spoke calmly, and with a flick of his sleeve, eighteen figures slowly stepped out from behind him.

Six of them have kind and benevolent faces, radiating white light, like saviors of the world; six others have malicious faces, baring fangs, and being shrouded in black mist, like demons; and the remaining six have disdain for all beings, their vertical eyes between their brows showing utter contempt for all living beings.

The eighteen clones of the Three Corpses suddenly surged in power upon their appearance, each one even stronger than Hongjun himself!
Jiang Wang's pupils contracted slightly.

He recognized that these were the "Three Corpse Incarnations" forcibly created by Hongjun using the Jade Disc of Creation. Their good and evil selves had been stripped away, and then forcibly infused with the power of Hunyuan, resulting in eighteen beings that could be considered "pseudo-transcendence."

The terrifying existence of [the entity/entity].

Each of these avatars, with a mere gesture, exudes the power of creation and the birth and death of all things.

The eighteen clones simultaneously raised their hands, their fingertips unleashing a torrent of primordial energy, like an inverted Milky Way, pouring into the Book of Curses.

The black light trembled violently, the blood-red runes on the pages crumbled inch by inch, and the wailing of the vengeful spirits suddenly rose in pitch before being instantly crushed into dust by the primordial power.

In the blink of an eye, the Book of Curses dimmed completely, turning back into an inanimate object and falling back into Jiang Wang's hands.

Jiang Wang sighed softly, flicked his finger, and put the book back into his sleeve, seemingly casually, yet also with a sense of helplessness.

"The Dao Ancestor truly has remarkable methods."

Hongjun did not answer, but simply raised his hand and pointed.

Upon receiving the command, the four sages shouted in unison. The golden light in the hand of the Taiyi Emperor transformed into a giant sword that could cleave the heavens, the Dhritarashtra Emperor summoned a pipa entwined with a blue dragon, the Heavenly King of Growth had crimson flames rising from his palms, and the white mist behind the Heavenly King of Wide Vision condensed into thousands of eyeballs.

Four devastating forces simultaneously blasted towards the entrance to the ancestral land of the human race, hidden in the void at the foot of Shouyang Mountain.

boom!
The mountains shook and the void shattered. Under the combined efforts of the four saints, the ninety-nine layers of restrictions at the entrance were peeled away like paper, and it looked like it would be completely opened in three breaths.

Jiang Wang's eyes turned cold, and he opened the Book of Curses in his sleeve once more.

This time, he didn't target Hongjun, but instead poured all his curse power onto the Four Saints.

The black light surged like a tide, instantly engulfing the four saints.

Taiyi Emperor's colossal sword shattered silently, the strings of Chiguo Emperor's pipa broke inch by inch, the crimson flames of Zengzhang Heavenly King were corrupted by resentment, and the thousands of eyes of Guangmu Heavenly King bled simultaneously.

The four saints trembled violently, their holy blood gushing from their seven orifices, and their aura withered away at a visible speed. In just a moment, they were cursed to death, their holy bodies shattering and turning into four orbs of primordial light that floated in mid-air.

However, in the next instant, the Heavenly Dao roared.

Within the four primordial lights, immeasurable heavenly merits descended, like sweet rain, and the four saints' broken bodies were reshaped at a speed a hundred times faster than death.

In the blink of an eye, the four saints stood up again, their auras complete, without even a trace of injury.

They borrowed the essence of the Heavenly Dao and were instantly revived at full strength!
Jiang Wang's eyes dimmed slightly.

He naturally knew that with his current Primordial Chaos Power, he simply couldn't afford to gamble with the Heavenly Dao.

The Four Saints are protected by the Heavenly Dao Origin, allowing them to resurrect indefinitely. However, once he exhausts his Primordial Chaos Power, he will have no chance of turning the tide.

The Book of Curses closed for the third time and fell into complete silence.

A brief silence fell upon the summit of Shouyang Mountain.

Hongjun raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the wind and snow, landing on Jiang Wang's face. His voice was so calm that it revealed neither joy nor anger.

"The Dao has been established. The flow of time around Du Fu has reached 16,000 times. In the outside world, it will only take seven and a half minutes for him to completely realize the Dao of Hunyuan."

You have no more chances.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wang chuckled softly, his voice revealing no trace of urgency.

"Not urgent.

"Since the Dao Ancestor is personally present, I, Jiang, must properly fulfill my duties as host."

He raised his hand and pointed to the heavens, where there was a crack barely visible to the naked eye, from which a faint golden light seeped out. That was the causal thread of the Journey to the West's Great Tribulation, which was being slowly pulled and stitched together by Du Fu's power of merging with the Dao.

"Do you know how much fortune the Heavenly Dao will lose if Journey to the West is destroyed? If Tang Sanzang dies on the way, and Sun Wukong returns to Flower Fruit Mountain and wreaks havoc in the Heavenly Palace a second time, the fortune of Buddhism will be damaged, and the face of Taoism will be lost. As the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, how will you explain this to the three thousand worlds?"

He spoke at a measured pace, each word seemingly sculpted slowly in the wind and snow, carrying a strange and alluring power.

Hongjun remained expressionless, only saying calmly, "It's just a corner of the Great Tribulation. If you really had the ability to destroy the tribulation, you should have made your move before the pilgrims even left Chang'an."

Why wait until today?

In a single sentence, all of Jiang Wang's delays were exposed.

Jiang Wang's smile froze for a moment, then widened.

"The Dao Ancestor saw right through me."

He sighed softly, as if accepting his fate, or as if he had already anticipated this step.

In the next instant, Hongjun raised his hand, and the Jade Disc of Creation transformed into a stream of light suspended in the void. Countless forbidden laws and techniques descended like chains, sealing off the entire area within a radius of 100,000 li around Shouyang Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the law of gravity descended, and the blue stone platform beneath Jiang Wang's feet cracked inch by inch. The entire mountain peak seemed to be pressed down by billions of Mount Sumeru at the same time, and even the void let out a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

Jiang Wang swayed slightly, and bloodstains seeped from beneath his black robe, yet he remained standing ramrod straight.

From within Hongjun's sleeve, a purple headband slowly emerged, its runes flowing, subtly conveying the intention to enslave all living beings.

"Hand over all the secrets within you, put on this headband, and I may spare your life."

The purple headband slowly rotated in the wind and snow, radiating a suffocating pressure.

Jiang Wang glanced down at the headband, then suddenly laughed, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Dao Ancestor, what you want has never been a servant, but rather the Great Dao Spiritual Root hidden within this body of mine, right?"

His voice was as soft as a sigh, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Hongjun's pupils contracted slightly for the first time.

Jiang Wang raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the heavy snow and meeting Hongjun's eyes, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"I can tell you the location of the Enlightenment Tea Tree... but you'll have to take one of my moves first."

The moment he finished speaking, a gray bead suddenly shot out from above his head. Countless chaotic currents swirled on the surface of the bead—it was the Chaos Bead!
The bead, suspended in mid-air, suddenly opened a dark crack. Within the crack, the annihilating demonic light poured down like a waterfall, instantly devouring all the forbidden spells and gravity laws sprinkled by the Jade Disc of Creation.

The Jade Disc of Creation emitted a clear and melodious sound, and was forcibly repelled by a hundred feet, with most of the golden lotus withering away.

At the same time, forty-eight clones of the Three Pure Ones appeared behind Jiang Wang!

Each clone resembled Laozi, yet each possessed a distinct aura: some wielded a whisk with serene inaction, others held a cane with fiery intensity, and still others remained motionless with their eyes closed… The forty-eight clones, some sorrowful, some joyful, some angry, and some furious, their auras blended together, subtly overpowering Hongjun's eighteen three-corpse clones!
Further away, the void trembled, and the phantoms of four axe-wielding giants slowly solidified. The intent of Pangu creating the world lingered on the axe blades, and the pressure was so great that even the four saints had to join forces to resist it.

Jiang Wang stood in the center of the snowstorm, his black robe stained with blood, yet he laughed wildly and arrogantly.

"Dao Ancestor,"

He gently raised his hand, and drops of blood rolled down his fingertips, turning into alluring red flowers in the wind and snow.

"This game is not over yet."

The wind and snow intensified, and danger lurked everywhere.

The three realms were silent, with only the sounds of wind and thunder remaining.

Deep within the ancestral land of humanity, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Banners fluttered in the wind, their blood-red light soaring into the sky, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long crimson glow that dyed the entire primordial world a dazzling scarlet.

At the center of the flag formation, Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering without wind, his eyes reflecting the thunder and fire of the sky, yet as cold as eternal ice.

With his human body, he reversed the methods of the twelve ancestral witches to attain enlightenment and forcibly comprehended the ultimate mystery of the Dutian Divine Array.

This formation originally required the pure bloodlines of the twelve Ancestral Witches to activate, but he deliberately used "delusion" to do so.

Using it as a blade, it forcefully severed the bloodline barrier, sacrificing its own blood, soul, and will to refine it into the thirteenth banner soul.

At this moment, he was both the core of the formation and its spirit.

boom!
The twelve flagpoles trembled simultaneously, and billions of feet of malevolent energy surged upwards, condensing into four majestic figures in the void.

Each figure was hundreds of millions of feet tall, with a dragon's head and a human body, a snake's neck and twisted tendons, and twelve pairs of bony wings on its back that could block out the sun and moon.

Between his brows, a chaotic eye slowly opened vertically, its pupil revealing the primal killing intent of Pangu, the god who created the world.

The four phantom images of Pangu each possess half the power of Pangu at his peak!
"Half-step Pangu..."

High above, from the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace, came an extremely soft sigh, sounding both surprised and fearful.

The next instant, the Creation Jade Disc flew out on its own, hovering in the void, transforming into a jade-colored pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth.

Within the pillar of light, Hongjun Daoist, with his white hair and beard, sat cross-legged. Behind him, fifteen of his Three Corpse Avatars simultaneously appeared: Taishang, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Nuwa, each with three bodies, totaling fifteen Saint-level warriors. They all stepped out of the void, their killing intent undisguised.

"Jiang Wang,"

For the first time, Hongjun's voice carried emotion, like ice shards crushed from the depths of chaos: "If you insist on defying the heavens, then stay here today."

Jiang Wang raised his eyes, a gentle smile curving his lips, yet sending chills down one's spine.

"Staying here? That's fine too."

With a flick of his finger, the twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Banners simultaneously emitted a whistling sound like tearing silk.

The four phantom images of Pangu moved.

The first phantom raised its hand, and a phantom axe appeared in its palm. Before the axe blade even arrived, the primordial earth had already split open, creating an abyss spanning billions of miles across the Eastern Continent. The second phantom roared, and the sound waves materialized, causing billions of living beings to bleed from their ears and their primordial spirits to shatter. The third phantom flapped its bone wings, tearing the void apart like paper, revealing cracks where chaotic energy surged. The fourth phantom was the most terrifying. It simply opened the chaotic eye between its brows, and a gray beam of light swept across, freezing one of the benevolent corpses of the Sage Nuwa in mid-air, even suppressing the brilliance of the Jade Disc of Creation by a third.

The four sages of the Heavenly Dao (Yuanshi, Nuwa, Tongtian, and Zhunti) were the first to be affected, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Formation!"

Yuanshi Tianzun roared, Pangu Banner was waved rapidly, and chaotic sword energy crisscrossed; Nuwa offered up the red embroidered ball, and the map of mountains and rivers was spread out over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains; the four swords of Tongtian hung in the air, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation was formed in an instant; Zhunti's Seven Treasures Tree brushed out seven-colored light, wanting to seize the creation of heaven and earth.

But what they faced were four half-step Pangu!

The first strike of the Heaven-Opening Axe landed on the Jade Disc of Creation.

Rumble!
The entire Three Realms seemed to be gripped tightly and then suddenly released by an invisible giant hand. The sun and moon were upside down, the Milky Way flowed backward, and the Netherworld Blood Sea surged with trillions of feet of blood waves. Even the thirty-three heavens of the Heavenly Court cracked inch by inch.

A clear crack appeared on the Jade Disc of Creation, and Hongjun himself let out a muffled groan, a trickle of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Wang was also not feeling well.

Although he used the power of the formation to summon four phantoms of Pangu, every time he swung the Heaven-Opening Axe, the backlash was like billions of chaotic divine lightning bolts simultaneously striking his physical body, primordial spirit, and Dao fruit.

At this moment, blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and his black robe was soaked with blood, yet he still stood straight, like a gun that would never bend.

"Come again."

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an almost manic joy.

The second axe blow, the third axe blow, the fourth axe blow...

Each axe blow was accompanied by the mournful cry of a chaotic spiritual treasure.

The Pangu Banner was cleaved in two, the Taiji Diagram was torn apart, a petal of the Twelve-Petaled Lotus Platform fell off, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation collapsed inch by inch.

Of the fifteen avatars of the Heavenly Dao, seven were shattered by the four phantoms of Pangu. The four original saints, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Tongtian, and Zhunti, were also blasted away, flying hundreds of millions of miles and crashing into countless stars before barely managing to stabilize themselves.

But at that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

Deep within the ancestral land of humanity, the vast human consciousness that should have merged with Du Fu suddenly let out a silent lament, transforming into countless golden streams of light. Instead of flowing towards Du Fu, these streams surged back wildly, all directed towards one of the four phantoms of Pangu—the one with the wide-open, vertical eye between its brows, radiating the strongest killing intent! (End of Chapter)