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

"not good!"

Jiang Wang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw that two golden flames slowly lit up in the originally empty eye sockets of the Pangu phantom, and within the flames were reflected the joys and sorrows, the blood and tears, the rise and fall of the human race over billions of years.

That is the consciousness of humanity, the root of the human race's destiny!

If Pangu's illusory form were to merge with the Dao through the reverse of human consciousness, it would no longer be an illusion, but the true "Humanistic Pangu."

—A terrifying being that is completely free from the control of the Heavenly Dao and only obeys the will of the human race!
This is definitely not the outcome Jiang Wang wanted.

What he wants is humane independence, not the resurrection of Pangu that even he cannot control!
Almost at the same moment, Jiang mistakenly believed that Du Fu was dead.

He remembered the disciple who always clung to the wine jug and grinned foolishly, remembered his last telepathic message trembling with tears in his voice, "Master, I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer," and remembered his promise, "I will wait for you to achieve enlightenment."

……

An unprecedented killing intent exploded from his chest, almost tearing his Dao heart apart.

"Yuanshi! Nuwa!"

He roared, his voice tearing through the void, filled with boundless hatred.

Sixteen layers of spatial confinement appeared out of thin air, like sixteen invisible shackles, instantly locking the original forms of Yuanshi and Nuwa.

Before the two could even react, they were swept up by an irresistible force and thrown into the constantly spinning Chaos Pearl in Jiang Wang's sleeve.

The Chaos Pearl trembled, and two shrill screams came from within it, before falling silent again.

Jiang Wang's eyes were bloodshot, his hair stood on end, and his blood and qi surged throughout his body, almost reversing the balance of yin and yang.

Just as he was about to completely lose control, a slightly disheveled yet familiar voice came from behind:

"Teacher...master?"

Jiang Wang suddenly turned around.

Du Fu staggered out from the depths of his ancestral home, his clothes torn and blood trickling from his mouth, yet he stood there alive.

He clutched the tattered "Book of Humanity" tightly in his arms, a silly grin still lingering on his face.

"I...I didn't die, but my sense of humanity suddenly stopped caring about me..."

Jiang Wang stood there, stunned. A thousand emotions surged into his heart at the same time: murderous intent, ecstasy, shock, anger, and bewilderment, leaving him speechless for a moment.

Du Fu is still alive.

Why should humanitarian consciousness...?

He suddenly looked up at the phantom of Pangu that was frantically devouring the fortune of humanity.

The previously blurry face of the phantom gradually became clearer under the illumination of the golden flames—

That face bore a striking resemblance to him, about seven-tenths!
Jiang Wangxin was terrified, as if someone had cleaved his mind in the sea of ​​consciousness with an axe.

"This is……"

He finally understood that the object of humanity's choice to align with the Dao was never Du Fu, nor was it him, Jiang Wang.

But -

"Pangu...Father God..."

He managed to squeeze out four hoarse words, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Humanity must unite with Pangu!

In that instant, the sky collapsed.

Beyond the primordial ancestral land, chaos surged, and billions of miles of void became shattered mirrors.

Fifteen avatars of Hongjun's three corpses hung in the nine heavens, each with white hair and white robes, Dao patterns hanging like an inverted Milky Way, and the Heavenly Dao Wheel under their feet slowly rotating, with a continuous stream of the essence of heaven and earth pouring into their bodies from outside the thirty-three heavens, and their wounds healed in an instant.

Jiang Wang’s twelve clones stood in the chaos, each holding a different chaotic spiritual treasure. Their appearances were solemn, but they already showed signs of fatigue.

In the void, three towering phantoms of Pangu stood tall, each punch and kick possessing the power to create the world. The chaotic energy surged like the sea, forcing the fifteen three-corpse clones to retreat repeatedly, but their retreat could never escape the coverage of the Heavenly Dao Wheel.

"It's nothing more than a cornered beast fighting back."

The leader, the benevolent Hongjun, sighed softly, yet his voice echoed across billions of miles of void.

Jiang Wang's twelve clones remained silent, responding only with an even fiercer offensive.

Each strike seemed poised to plunge this world back into chaos, yet the fifteen avatars of the Three Corpses, aided by the power of the Heavenly Dao, were truly immortal.

The fourth phantom of Pangu should have appeared, but because Jiang Wang had forcibly merged with the Dao with his own origin in his early years to suppress the cracks in the Heavenly Dao, he was now breathing with the heavens and earth and could not extricate himself.

In the midst of the stalemate, the real Jiang Wang finally stepped out of the ancestral land.

He walked barefoot on the chaotic energy, step by step, as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

The golden light of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art flowed across his body, and every inch of his skin seemed to contain a vast world.

The twelve clones simultaneously raised their heads, bowed to him, and then transformed into twelve golden rays that entered his brow.

"Fellow Daoist, why the rush?"

Jiang Wang's voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the roar of chaos.

The fifteen Hongjuns turned their heads simultaneously, their gazes like countless swords piercing towards them.

The benevolent Hongjun narrowed his eyes slightly: "You've come."

Jiang Wang did not answer, but only looked up at the sky.

At that moment, everyone saw a dazzling jade disc descend slowly from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The Jade Disc of Creation, the supreme defensive treasure of the primordial world, is now being used by Hongjun as a weapon of destruction.

On the jade disc, all forty-nine innate restrictions lit up, transforming into a pure and ultimate beam of destructive light that shot directly at the three illusory figures of Pangu.

When light rises, chaos comes to a standstill.

The three phantoms of Pangu roared simultaneously, their giant axes sweeping across, but they were swallowed up by the light before they even touched the edge of the light of destruction.

Where light passes, even "non-existence" vanishes.

They themselves were all erased.

Jiang acted rashly.

He took a step forward, his physical body directly blocking the beam of destructive light.

Without using any magical treasures or activating any supernatural powers, he simply faced the strongest attack in the history of the primordial world with his own flesh and blood.

boom!
The moment the light of destruction struck Jiang Wang's chest, the entire prehistoric world fell silent.

Within the ancestral land, all humans looked up at the same time, feeling as if their hearts were being gripped tightly.

On the shores of the East Sea, the waves have ceased; in the Western Paradise, the lotus flowers have withered; in the Northern Continent, all demons have fallen silent.

Even Zhunti, who was in seclusion outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, suddenly opened his eyes, his face showing surprise.

Light scattering.

Jiang Wang remained standing in the same spot, his robe torn at the chest, revealing skin beneath shimmering with golden light.

That destructive light, powerful enough to obliterate even a saint, only left a faint red mark on his chest.

Three breaths later, even the red marks disappeared.

All fifteen Hongjuns simultaneously gasped in shock.

"Prove the truth with strength..."

For the first time, the voice of the benevolent Hongjun wavered, "You actually... proved the Dao with force?"

Jiang Wang looked down at his chest and smiled gently: "It's just a minor success in the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, fellow Daoist, why make such a fuss?"

Small success?

The fifteen clones of the Three Corpses all took a half step back.

For the first time, the light of the Heavenly Wheel became disordered.

Lu Ya, far away on the Sun Star, just at this moment completed his final Great Dao Tribulation.

The Golden Crow's true form stretched across the starry sky, with ten suns shining brightly, illuminating the entire primordial world in daylight.

The lightning tribulation was so terrifying that even a saint would have to retreat in its presence. But Lu Ya simply roared to the sky, spread his wings, and burned the lightning dragon with ten days of true fire. He then transformed into human form, wearing a crimson-gold Daoist robe, with a golden crow mark shining brightly between his eyebrows.

"I, Lu Ya, will prove my Dao with my power today!" His voice resounded throughout the primordial world, causing billions of living beings to kneel in submission.

Lu Ya looked up, his gaze piercing through the endless void, seeing the confrontation outside the ancestral land, seeing Jiang Wang using his physical body to withstand the Creation Jade Disc, and seeing Hongjun's face, which was so shocked that it was almost distorted.

He laughed loudly, spread his wings again, and was about to rush out of the primordial world and enter the chaos, emulating Pangu's creation of the world!
"Hahahaha! The primordial world is too small to contain us! Old man Hongjun, didn't you claim to have attained the Dao? Come, follow me to the Chaos and let's see who proves the Great Dao first!"

Hongjun's fifteen faces simultaneously revealed a mocking expression.

"You dare to seek enlightenment without even completing the Nine Revolutions?"

His voice was icy, "Lu Ya, you're nothing more than..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Because he saw it, he saw the golden light flowing across Jiang Wang's chest, he saw the familiar aura of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique—the ninth revolution! The complete and flawless ninth revolution!
Even more terrifying, he recalled that rainy night many years ago when Jiang Wang had "imparted" a fragmented copy of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

Give it to Sha Wujing, the monk who rolls up the curtain.

At the time, all the sages thought that it was a fake that Jiang Wang had deliberately left behind to deceive people, but now that we look at it again... it is clearly real!

The true ninth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique has been hidden by Jiang Wang for countless eons!
"I see……"

Hongjun's voice suddenly became extremely gentle, yet carried a chilling coldness, "So you were the biggest variable all along."

He raised his hand, and a domino appeared in his palm.

The dominoes were entirely black, about the size of a palm, yet they exuded a suffocating aura of death.

On the front of the dominoes are four ancient runes that are too ancient to be recognized. From the center of the runes, wisps of black mist seep out, as if they can even devour light.

"This is……"

Jiang Wang's pupils contracted slightly.

"The leg bone of a Saint of the Fourth Heaven's Strength."

Hongjun's voice was terrifyingly calm, "I personally killed him, and he was the Great Soul Extinction Technique, which I had refined for 36,000 years."

Jiang Wang, you deserve to die.

With a gentle toss, the dominoes instantly transformed into a massive black curtain, enveloping the entire primordial world.

When the curtain fell, even time seemed to freeze.

Jiang Wang's physical body began to disintegrate, first his skin, then his muscles, bones, and internal organs... The golden light of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique surged wildly, but it could not stop the erosion of the black mist.

His primordial spirit roared in resentment within his sea of ​​consciousness, but it was also entangled by a wisp of black energy and instantly shattered.

Both body and spirit perished.

At that moment, all living beings who witnessed this scene experienced an absurd illusion—

The primordial chaos is about to end.

Hongjun's fifteen faces simultaneously revealed smiles that were almost benevolent.

He turned and looked at Lu Ya on the Sun Star, his voice as soft as if he were coaxing a child: "You're next."

Then, the new world you are about to create... will all belong to humanity.

Lu Ya's smile froze on his face.

But at that very moment, the primordial earth suddenly trembled violently.

Twelve towering blood pillars erupted simultaneously from twelve perilous locations: the shores of the East Sea, the Northern Continent of Julu, the Southern Continent of Zhanbu, the Western Continent of Niuhe, Wushan, the Weak Water, the Blood Sea, and the ruins of Buzhou Mountain!

Twelve figures slowly emerged, stepping on pillars of blood.

Dijiang, Jumang, Gonggong, Zhurong, Houtu, Xuanming, Tianwu, Shebishi, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Yizi, Yuyu!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches!

They should have perished long ago, but now each of them exudes a powerful aura, and the witch clan totems on their bodies are reviving in the blood-red light.

That is the purest Pangu bloodline, without the slightest impurity!

"The Great Formation of the Twelve Capital Gods!"

Twelve voices rang out simultaneously, transforming into the most ancient incantation of the primordial world.

Blood-red light shot into the sky, transforming into a massive, blood-red array that blotted out the sun and completely enveloped the battlefield outside the ancestral land.

Within the formation, a colossal, ten-thousand-foot-tall true form slowly materialized—

Scales, dragon's head, snake's body, tiger's back, bear's paw, eagle's claws...

Pangu's true body!

The difference is that this true form of Pangu has a heart that is still beating on its chest!

The Heart of Pangu!

With each heartbeat, a crack was torn open in the darkness of destruction.

Pangu's true form slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through billions of miles of void, landing on the fifteen Hongjun Three Corpse Incarnations.

"Hongjun."

The voice was not loud, but it carried the majesty of the beginning of creation.

"Are you a demon from beyond the realm?"

Hongjun's fifteen faces simultaneously lost all color.

The voice of Pangu's true form continued to resound, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the deepest depths of the primordial world:

"Our father, Pangu, perished after creating the heavens. We, the twelve bloodlines, swear to protect the primordial world."

"You outsider, you have usurped the Way of Heaven and attempted to devour the Way of Humanity..."

He raised his hand, pointed at Hongjun, and for the first time, his voice carried anger:

"I am not dead!"

"I transform my true spirit into the human realm, borrowing the fortune of the human race to reshape my true form!"

"Today, I will punish you, you thief from beyond the borders—"

The voice of Pangu's true form shook the Thirty-Three Heavens and caused the Nine Hells to shatter.

"eye for eye!"

Deep within the chaos, endless thunder roared like an ancient, raging dragon, and billions of feet of purple-gold lightning tore through the void, illuminating the chaotic sea that should have been eternally dark.

Each bolt of lightning seemed to reshape the heavens and earth, and countless powerful beings in the primordial three realms looked up at that moment, their minds trembling.

They saw it.

I saw that colossal shadow that reached the sky.

The colossal shadow was hundreds of millions of feet tall, its body covered in flowing blue-gray Dao patterns. Each pattern resembled an ancient river, carrying the supreme majesty of the creation of the world.

With a single swing of his axe, chaos reversed, yin and yang were thrown into disarray, and the Jade Butterfly of Creation became as fragile as a child's toy before Him.

He is Pangu.

It is not an afterimage, not a will, not a projection.

It is the real Pangu.

Even though it was just a phantom that had not yet fully recovered, it had already made all living beings in the Three Realms instinctively feel the desire to submit, as if something deep in their blood was trembling, worshipping, and cheering.

"Humanity...is Pangu."

The voice was not loud, yet it pierced through the chaos, through the Heavenly Dao, and through the Dao heart of every great being, directly imprinting itself on the deepest part of their souls.

"The Primordial Era was formed from the body of Pangu."

"I split the heavens with a single axe, my blood and qi transformed into the primordial chaos, my bones became mountains, my soul became the sun and moon, and my essence became rivers and seas... Yet I also have a regret."

"My primordial spirit split into three, transforming into the Three Pure Ones, who wished to borrow the Heavenly Dao to exist forever; my evil thoughts fell into the Asura realm, transforming into the ancestor of the demonic path; my true body, however, slumbers in the long river of human destiny."

"When Nuwa created humans, she did not simply mold clay at will. Instead, she took my broken body, fused it with the essence of all races, and mended the defects of my body."

"The human race... combines the agility of the demon race, the strength of the witch race, the longevity of the immortal race, the supernatural powers of the god race, the killing intent of the demon race, and the darkness of the ghost race... all the specialties of the myriad races are gathered in the human body."

"The human race is the true direct descendant of Pangu."

"I wish to borrow the fortune of humanity to reshape my true form and revive my true nature!" (End of Chapter)