This is so dishonest!

Chapter 447 Gonggong Collided with Buzhou Mountain, and the First Qilin Was Killed [Two Chapters Combined, 8k]

"Nine Yin, go help your elder brother!"

Seeing Fuxi charging forward with overwhelming force, carrying innate Bagua runes, the three ancestral witches Xizi, Qiangliang, and Jumang took the initiative to meet him.

"it is good!"

Without hesitation, Zhu Jiuyin's figure blurred, and the laws of time transformed into distorted ripples around him, instantly traversing endless space and attacking the besieged Taiyi.

At this moment, the Heavenly Emperor Taiyi is facing the most severe situation since the start of the war.

The Heavenly Mirror above his head shone brightly, casting down countless starlight, like the most solid barrier.

The Chaos Bell in his hand was simple and unadorned, and each chime seemed to suppress the universe and freeze time.

However, the enemies he faced were three top-tier Ancestral Witches who had used the immense power of Pangu's heart to push their own power to the limit.

[Space Ancestral Witch] Dijiang, with each punch he throws, tears apart the chaos. His supernatural power of "a world within reach" makes him appear and disappear unpredictably, making him impossible to defend against.

[Time Ancestral Witch] Zhu Jiuyin, with his eyes closed it is night, and with his eyes open it is day. The river of time sometimes stops and sometimes flows backward under his will, making Taiyi's every attack unpredictable.

[Weather Ancestral Witch] Shebi Shi controls wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth. Endless natural disasters and anomalies are transformed into the most terrifying methods of killing, appearing one after another.

The three Ancestral Witches joined forces and cooperated perfectly, suppressing Taiyi firmly within a small space-time, and the battle became evenly matched.

On another battlefield, the battle of Wu Luo, the Ancestral Witch of Martial Arts, appeared even more pure and domineering.

He single-handedly suppressed the two Heavenly Emperors, Shao Hao (White Emperor) and Zhen Wu (Black Emperor).

Wu Luo's fists are his Dao, his martial arts are his Law. Every move contains the power to create the world, causing the White Emperor's Golden Law to crumble inch by inch, and the Black Emperor's Profound Water Dao to be difficult to condense.

The White Emperor and the Black Emperor suffered repeated defeats, their divine blood staining their tattered imperial robes, their eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"Go help Tianwu!"

Wu Luo sent the White Emperor flying with a single punch, and shouted at Ru Shou, the [Golden Ancestral Witch] who had just gotten rid of his opponent not far away.

"it is good!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ru Shou agreed, and his figure transformed into a golden streak of light that tore through the sky. He then turned and rushed towards another battleground.

In the distance, the sound of thunder shook the heavens; it was Tianwu, the Ancestral Witch of Wind, constantly summoning the Heavenly Thunder.

Each bolt of divine lightning was as black as ink, containing a murderous aura capable of destroying everything, as if it could directly cleave even a Great Luo Golden Immortal into ashes.

Within that endless sea of ​​lightning, an unimaginably enormous roc was enduring the earth-shattering Heavenly Divine Lightning.

[Demon Master] Kunpeng spreads its wings, covering the sky and sun, each feather shimmering with mysterious runes, dissipating most of the lightning power.

He waved the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag in his hand forward continuously. Wherever the black flag pointed, all waters returned to their origin, and the laws were reunited.

An even larger phantom of a giant Kun roamed the Great River below him, stirring up towering waves that rose tens of thousands of feet high, as if to turn the entire celestial realm into a vast ocean.

He drew upon the power of all the waters under heaven, causing them to converge into rivers and eventually into the sea. The surging waves shook the heavens and earth, and the rolling torrents transformed into the most solid defense, forcefully suppressing the endless divine thunder of the heavens.

"Tianwu, your Wu clan has always claimed to be descendants of Pangu, but have you ever witnessed the true divine power of the Great Dao of Strength?"

The Kunpeng's voice was grand and far-reaching, as if it came from ancient times, carrying a hint of transcendence and indifference.

The two fought fiercely, with countless collisions of laws and clashes of power occurring every moment.

Above the Kunpeng's head, an incredibly terrifying phenomenon was slowly forming.

Countless dazzling celestial lights converged and eventually coalesced into a dark and profound portal that seemed to lead to the source of all paths.

Within that portal, a roc and a giant kun were swimming freely, one soaring through the heavens and the other diving into the abyss, carefree and unrestrained.

At this moment, Kunpeng's form became incredibly ethereal, as if it had transcended all worlds and time, existing alongside the supreme Dao.

He held nothing back and began to unleash the supreme power of the [Mysterious Immortal Dao Fruit].

He seemed to have transformed into a Daoist master who controlled all laws; every gesture he made was a manifestation of the Dao and the source of all techniques.

Even with the incomparably powerful Dutian Shensha Banner in his hand, Tianwu could only barely parry this incomprehensible attack and was completely at a disadvantage.

Faced with Kunpeng's attack, Tianwu felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

Kunpeng extended a finger, seemingly ordinary, yet it seemed to have emptied all the surrounding "concepts." Tianwu felt that his thunder laws became meaningless in the face of this finger, as if they had never existed.

He hurriedly waved the Divine Fiend Flag to defend himself, but a large portion of the fiendish energy surging on the flag was wiped away by the principle of "nothingness" contained in that finger.

Immediately afterwards, the "Gate of All Wonders" behind Kunpeng slightly opened.

All the divine lightning that Tianwu unleashed was completely swallowed up by that portal.

"If you've exhausted all your means, then your life is about to end!"

Kunpeng's voice rang out again, this time filled with boundless killing intent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of Kunpeng flickered in and out of time and space.

Sometimes he would act in the past, severing the source of Tianwu's power; other times he would make moves in the future, sealing Tianwu's fate of defeat and destruction.

Tianwu was exhausted from running around. He felt that he was not fighting against one person, but against a complete and malicious "Great Dao Net".

Within this legal framework, the Kunpeng is the sole truth, the sole rule, and the eternal sovereign.

"The Great Dao of the Mysterious Immortals!"

Tianwu's face turned extremely ugly, and he spat out those four words through gritted teeth.

In the past, in the Zixiao Palace, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun once explained in detail the mysteries of the Xuanxian method.

All the powerful beings present at the time were shocked and fascinated by the supreme power of the Xuanxian and the terrifying methods of the Xuanxian Dao Master.

However, during the last great calamity, Kunpeng was unable to fully reveal all the methods of the Xuanxian Dao, and the immortal path had already met with failure.

Therefore, the gods of the primordial world could not directly perceive just how powerful this path truly was.

But now, Tianwu has truly witnessed it.

The two fought continuously in the chaos, but Kunpeng grew stronger with each battle, his momentum rising steadily, becoming increasingly powerful and unfathomable.

The dazzling [Mysterious Immortal Dao Fruit] above his head shone with an increasingly solid light, as if it were about to undergo its ultimate transformation at any moment, turning into the eternal and indestructible Primordial Dao Fruit.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be afraid, we are here to help you!"

At this critical moment, a loud shout rang out, and Ru Shou finally arrived.

The Heavenly Demon Banner in his hand transformed into an indestructible golden divine light, carrying the all-severing Geng metal energy, and went straight for Kunpeng's back.

Faced with this deadly sneak attack, Kunpeng seemed not to see it at all, a crazy and ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

He didn't dodge or evade, unafraid of the damage to himself, and continued to relentlessly pursue Tianwu, determined to complete this final strike to prove his Dao.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit."

Kunpeng roared in his heart, sensing that the once-in-a-millennium opportunity to attain enlightenment was right before his eyes!
The Xuanxian are the Dao Lords of All Laws. Their essence is to prove the Dao through force. What they value most is their invincible posture of going forward without hesitation and suppressing everything!

"Though this body perishes, the Dao endures!"

"I have finally glimpsed a true essence of the principles of Taiyi!"

Kunpeng let out a hearty laugh of pure joy.

He had always had too many concerns and had never had such an opportunity to fight so desperately.

Now he can finally kill to his heart's content!

Throughout the entire battlefield, there were many deities like him seeking breakthroughs in the Great Dao on this final battlefield.

At this moment, every deity who dared to step into the arena to participate in this final battle was a supreme being of unwavering resolve.

For those who cultivate the Tao, dying for the Tao is not something to fear.

What's truly terrifying is getting lost in the mundane world, unable to see the road ahead, and unsure of the direction one's own path leads.

If one can successfully attain enlightenment during this great calamity, that would be the best possible outcome.

If one fails, the only consequence is death and the dissipation of one's spirit, which will sink into the vast and boundless river of time and space.

"The Great Luo is one who transcends time and space, and is eternally free!"

An unknown, powerful deity shouted loudly, his voice filled with fearlessness.

"Even if our true spirits are dormant in the long river of time, we still have a glimmer of hope that we may return from our endless slumber in some future era!"

"Fight! Even if we perish in this great calamity today, so what?"

"At worst, we'll remain silent for an era. When the new Pangu era arrives and the river of time is reshaped, we'll learn from the chaotic demons of the past and give the new Pangu a few sit-ups!"

"Fellow Daoist is absolutely right, hahaha!"

These words ignited the fighting spirit of countless gods, filling them with boundless pride.

Within the witch clan's camp, countless holy figures from various races who had followed them shouted in unison:
"The Demon Court shall be destroyed, and all races shall prosper!"

"May this year bring great fortune and prosperity!"

Upon hearing this, the gods of the demon race immediately retorted with a string of curses: "You're talking nonsense!"

"The unification of all races is an inevitable trend in the development of the primordial world. You barbarians cling to the old ways and shout the banner of all races, but in the end, isn't it all for your own selfish interests as a witch clan!"

"Fellow Daoists, stop wasting time talking to these fools, let's attack!"

"The majesty of the gods and the legitimacy of the Heavenly Court must never be dishonored!"

The roars and sounds of battle from both sides echoed through the sky, turning the entire celestial battlefield into a frenzied grinder of flesh and blood.

Not at the foot of the mountain.

Just as the great war in the heavens had reached its most brutal and crucial final stage.

Beneath Mount Buzhou, this sacred mountain that supports the heavens and the earth, an unusual tranquility prevails.

However, beneath this tranquility, an undercurrent is quietly brewing.

A mysterious group of deities is silently crossing the boundary between the real and the unreal, sneaking into the core area of ​​the witch clan in the real world from the unknown side of the Lishan River.

"Do you think what we're doing... is really the right thing to do?"

Within the group, a young Qilin King transmitted his voice somewhat nervously.

"What's wrong with that? We're doing all this for the future of the Celestial Realm!"

The majestic Metal Qilin King beside him looked at the Earth Qilin King and spoke with righteous indignation.

"His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor has bestowed upon our clan's ancestor the title of the Central Yellow Emperor, one of the Five Emperors of the Five Directions in Heaven, thus entrusting our Qilin clan with the duty of guarding the center of Heaven and Earth."

"The Heavenly Court is now facing a life-or-death crisis. His Majesty the Eastern Emperor and the Emperor of Fusang have died in battle one after another, while the strength of the Witch Clan has not been fundamentally damaged. If we do not seize this opportunity to take a risk, the current Heavenly Court will really be doomed."

"Do you really want to see these barbarian witches ascend to the supreme position of Heavenly Emperor?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Qilin Kings shook their heads, their eyes showing disgust.

What a joke! The Wu Clan not only seized Buzhou Mountain, the former ancestral land of their Qilin Clan, but they have always remembered this debt.

"Our actions are not merely for the sake of the Celestial Realm; in fact... they are also for the resurrection of the Primordial Ancestor."

Just then, a deity among the group, who looked like an immortal and had a gentle and refined temperament, spoke up.

He is none other than Zhen Yuanzi, one of the Qilin clan's divine lords who survived the great calamity of the past—the [Longevity Divine Lord].

Originally, Zhen Yuanzi was in seclusion in his own dojo, devoting himself to comprehending the Dao of Taiyi, and even reached the critical stage of "returning to the Dao and assimilating with the Dao".

Therefore, he did not immediately participate in this fierce battle in the heavens.

However, his close friend Hongyun bravely sacrificed himself to protect the Heavenly Court.

This directly startled Zhen Yuanzi from his deep seclusion.

He never expected that Hongyun would be so resolute, willing to sacrifice herself for the greater good of the Heavenly Realm!
His friend's death in battle overshadowed Zhen Yuanzi's profound grief, but also ignited a fierce rage within him.

He gritted his teeth, changed into his Qilin clan alias, and led the remaining powerful members of the Qilin clan to this place, ready to give the Wu clan a severe beating.

Zhen Yuanzi continued, "Previously, several fellow Daoists and Jianbing had deeply bound the divine position of the Ancestor to the divine position of the current Heavenly Emperor, hoping to use this as an anchor point of the Great Dao to help the Ancestor return from Nirvana."

"If His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor has truly perished in this great calamity, then our hope of resurrecting the Ancestor will be truly far, far away."

"Therefore, this operation of ours can only succeed; it cannot fail!"

【Eternal God】Zhen Yuanzi raised his head and looked at the Pangu Temple in the distance, which exuded an aura of endless wilderness and antiquity. His gaze became extremely resolute.

Upon hearing his words, the Five Elements Qilin Kings nodded solemnly, all hesitation in their eyes disappearing.

"Success is the only option; failure is not an option!"

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhen Yuanzi was a deity exuding endless murderous aura. He was none other than the White Tiger Deity, Jianbing, who slowly drew a golden sword that gleamed with a chilling light.

"Come on, let's take a look at what secrets are hidden in this so-called Pangu Temple."

Subsequently, the powerful figures of the Qilin clan no longer hesitated and quickly began to set up an ancient and profound array.

As the stronghold of the Wu tribe, the Pangu Temple was impregnable; no ordinary deity could breach it.

Even the Ancestral Witches were absolutely confident that even if a Primordial Saint were to personally arrive, he would not be able to shake this temple in the slightest.

The reason is simple: the temple is named "Pangu".

These two words alone are enough.

However, the witches overlooked a crucial point.

As the earliest inhabitants of Buzhou Mountain, the Qilin clan possesses a unique ability that no other race can match.

That is—they can mobilize the power of the entire Buzhou Mountain by setting up a supreme array!
“In the past, our Qilin Formation was used to protect our ancestral land and defend against foreign enemies. But we never expected that it would become the only key to unlocking the core area of ​​the Wu Clan.”

The Five Qilin Kings exchanged a smile, a smile tinged with both感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing regret, regret, and irony).

"With the power of Pangu's own spine, I'll try to break through this temple. I'd like to see if it can still withstand that attack!"

With the fall of many powerful members of the Qilin clan during the Dragon-Han Calamity, the complete and incomparably powerful Qilin Formation could no longer be set up.

However, setting up a simplified version to manipulate a trace of Mount Buzhou's primordial power would be sufficient. "Everyone, speed things up!"

【Eternal God】Zhen Yuanzi urged everyone while making hand seals.

Suddenly, his movements abruptly stopped, and his ears twitched slightly.

He heard an unusual heartbeat!
The sound was strong and powerful, like the booming of a giant war drum, or the throbbing of the pulse of the entire primordial land.

The sound was ringing in Zhen Yuanzi's ears, growing clearer and more powerful.

This is incredible! This is going to be a huge success!

Zhen Yuanzi's mood instantly became incredibly excited and fiery.

Originally, his purpose in this trip was simply to raid the lair of the Ancestral Witches, thereby forcing the Witch Clan on the Heavenly Battlefield to retreat.

But judging from the current situation, this base raid might just be a huge, earth-shattering operation, avenging his friend Hongyun!

Since that's the case...

Zhen Yuanzi's mind raced, and he silently took out a top-grade innate spiritual treasure from his sleeve—the Earth Book—that looked ancient but contained endless divine essence of the earth.

This item is not only an unparalleled defensive treasure, but it can also mobilize the primordial power of the entire prehistoric land!
If they were to say that they were 80% certain of succeeding in shaking the Pangu Palace with the Qilin Formation, then they were already confident of success.

Therefore, with the addition of this book from the ground, the last 20% chance of "failure" is directly eliminated.

"Give it to me, break it!!"

The instant the Qilin Formation was completely set up, Zhen Yuanzi threw the Earth Book upwards, using it as the core to gather all the power from the entire prehistoric land and Mount Buzhou, the spine of Pangu, into a single point.

Then, it unleashed a devastating and powerful attack on the majestic Pangu Temple!
Boom! ! !
At this moment, the entire Buzhou Mountain, and even the entire primordial land, trembled violently!

~~~~
The moment the Pangu Temple was breached, the entire prehistoric world seemed to freeze for a moment.

On the battlefield of the Heavenly Realm, the Ancestral Witches, whose aura was as imposing and whose fighting spirit was boundless, all trembled.

A sense of weakness originating from the deepest part of their blood surged in like a tide, instantly eroding most of their strength.

They could clearly feel that the heart of Pangu, the source of their power, was beating erratically and weakly.

"Do not!!!"

Dijiang was the first to let out a furious roar, his eyes instantly turning blood red. He turned sharply and looked in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

The spatial barrier there showed signs of unusual fracturing, and a familiar yet strange aura was rising.

"How dare you, thief!"

Enraged, the Ancestral Witches no longer cared about the enemy before them and were about to turn around and fight their way back to their lair at Buzhou Mountain.

"Stop them!"

The gods of heaven would not allow them to have their way. Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they fought fiercely and kept them pinned down in place.

"Kill Dijiang!"

[Heavenly Emperor] Taiyi let out a thunderous roar, his eyes burning with unprecedented determination. He knew that this was the only chance to end this war.

Upon hearing the commotion, all the gods of Heaven mobilized and unleashed their fiercest attacks upon the greatly weakened Dijiang.

Seeing this, many of the ancestral witches also risked their lives, fighting desperately to defend Dijiang from attacks coming from all directions.

Chaos outside the sky.

Houtu, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Wangshu, sensed something and her cold eyes flashed with a chilling light.

Without the slightest hesitation, she drew her bow, nocked an arrow, and released it. The arrow tore through the chaos, disregarding time and space, and headed straight towards Mount Buzhou.

"Fellow Daoist, you should no longer interfere in the affairs of the Primordial World."

Wang Shu's cold voice rang out. She raised her hand and slashed down with her sword. The cold moonlight transformed into a sharp edge that cut through everything, severing all the overlapping timelines.

Houtu's arrow, which she was determined to shoot, was ultimately stopped halfway.

"Wu Luo, you hold them off, we're going to kill that Demon Emperor!"

Dijiang let out a final roar at Wuluo.

Wu Luo's massive and resolute figure glanced at the celestial gods who were being besieged, and without saying a word, he went straight to meet them, using his own body to build a final line of defense for his brothers.

Upon hearing the news, the other Ancestral Witches, who had finally caught their breath, were filled with nothing but madness. They no longer cared about their own injuries or the attacks of their opponents, and used all their remaining strength to attack their only enemy—the Heavenly Emperor Taiyi!

The River of Time was completely stirred by Zhu Jiuyin, transforming into a supreme heavenly sword that spans the ages, which was then pointed directly at Taiyi's brow.

Boundless earth fire surged from the depths of the earth into the starry sky. The ancestral witch of wind, Tianwu, opened his eight giant mouths and blew the wind fiercely. The endless winds of the eight directions fueled the fire, threatening to burn the entire celestial realm to ashes.

The four ancestral witches, namely Ru Shou (the ancestral witch of metal), Zhu Rong (the ancestral witch of fire), Xuan Ming (the ancestral witch of rain), and She Bi Shi (the ancestral witch of weather), advanced together, each displaying their supernatural powers, pushing destructive power to its extreme.

Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of water, held the rear guard, drawing upon the immense power of the four seas to transform into the Milky Way, blocking any possible escape route for Taiyi.

With the Chaos Bell atop his head, Taiyi, facing the all-or-nothing attack of eight top-tier Ancestral Witches, unleashed a Great Sun Fist that was unparalleled throughout history and unique in the world.

"presumptuous!"

Upon seeing this, Empress Changxi and Heavenly Empress Xihe let out a mournful roar. They mobilized the last remaining infinite stellar power of the heavens, transforming it into the gentlest yet most resilient protection, shielding Taiyi in front of him.

The Black Emperor Zhenwu, the Demon Master Kunpeng, and the ten remaining demon gods all unleashed their final aid, pouring all their power into Taiyi.

【Fellow Daoist, with my life-risking sword, I can severely injure two Ancestral Witches for you. Strike at the right moment!】

At the most crucial moment, the voice of the White Emperor Shaohao entered Fuxi's mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fuxi immediately replied: 【Qiangliang and Xizi!】

【it is good! 】

Rumble~~~
At this moment, the entire celestial realm was shaken to its core, and endless crimson stained the vast sky.

The ancient Chaos Bell let out a mournful cry, and cracks appeared on its surface.

The majestic Heavenly Emperor Taiyi was ultimately struck down from the heavens by this earth-shattering power.

But in his final moments, his Great Sun Fist, which consumed his entire life force, also took the lives of three top-tier Ancestral Witches: [Space Ancestral Witch] Dijiang, [Time Ancestral Witch] Zhujiuyin, and [Metal Ancestral Witch] Rushou.

The five ancestral witches, Tianwu, Xuanming, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Shebishi, also suffered unprecedented heavy injuries in this final collision, flying backwards like kites with broken strings.

"God!"

"Big brother!"

At this moment, the demon race was grieving, the witch race was grieving, and the entire world seemed to be shrouded in this immense sorrow.

"Don't panic, everyone! His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor is not dead yet!"

Empress Changxi suppressed her grief and, in order to stabilize the crumbling battle situation, feigned a loud shout.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!!"

As she spoke, the broken Chaos Bell rang again, and boundless golden light shone forth, enveloping Taiyi's imperial body.

Amidst countless shocked gazes, Taiyi's lifeless body actually slowly rose to its feet.

"Everyone, attack together! Dijiang and the Ancestral Witches aren't dead yet!"

Seeing this, the heavily wounded Shebishi roared fearlessly and rushed forward to snatch back Dijiang's cold corpse.

"The day to slay the witches and prove the Way begins!"

Demon Master Kunpeng mustered his strength, suppressed his injuries, and charged once again at the dying Tianwu.

Zhenwu, Xihe, and Changxi, taking advantage of the moment when the other ancestral witches were severely injured, rekindled the last brilliance of the Zhou Tian Star Sword and charged forward.

On the other battlefield, Bai Di Shao Hao also fulfilled his promise, sacrificing his own life to deliver a fatal blow, successfully severely injuring Xi Zi, the Ancestral Witch of Lightning, and Qiang Liang, the Ancestral Witch of Thunder. He even managed to kill three great witches, Jin Yu, Xuan You, and Lei Ji.

Fuxi seized this fleeting opportunity. He swung his five-stringed zither, a complex light flashing in his eyes, and slammed it down hard on Qiangliang's head.

"Fellow Daoist, I've come to see you off on your final journey!"

"You bastard, you're asking for it!"

Xi Zi, with his last ounce of strength, hurled a silver electric spear imbued with his primal power.

Zheng! !

A clear and melodious zither sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and Qiangliang's enormous head exploded on the spot, his primordial spirit annihilated.

puff! !

Fuxi froze abruptly. He looked down in disbelief and saw that his heart had been completely pierced by the silver electric spear.

In an instant, the high-ranking combat forces of both the Lich and Demon races were either killed or wounded, and the entire Heavenly Realm battlefield fell into a deathly silence of carnage.

~~~
Inside the Pangu Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi and the Qilin clan finally opened the heavy door of the main hall.

When they saw the Pangu heart in the center of the hall, slowly beating and radiating endless vitality and power, everyone was utterly shocked.

"This...this, this, this..."

The Qilin Kings were so excited that they could barely speak and could only keep swallowing their saliva.

No wonder those ancestral witches were all incredibly powerful, and even those great witches were unbelievably fierce.

It turns out that the source of all their power lies in this heart left behind by the great god Pangu!

"Hurry up and do it!"

Zhen Yuanzi was the first to recover from his shock. He immediately summoned the Book of Earth and began to decipher the last layer of power protecting Pangu's heart—a divine cauldron formed from the essence of endless earth.

This was Houtu's last resort to protect her heart, but in front of Zhen Yuanzi, a master of the Earth element, all of Houtu's methods were useless.

"Great! Great! The hope for the revival of the Ancestor has finally been realized!"

Under the expectant gazes of the Qilin Kings, Zhen Yuanzi successfully broke through the final defense of the Wutu Divine Cauldron.

Upon seeing this, the supervising soldier, [White Tiger God], immediately took out two spirit tablets.

"Fellow Daoist Changsheng, hurry! Hurry!"

"Immediately set up a grand formation to summon the Ancestor back to assist His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor in stabilizing the battle!"

"Our Qilin clan will surely make unparalleled contributions in this great calamity and achieve the revival of our race!"

"it is good!"

【Eternal God】Zhen Yuanzi knew that the opportunity was too good to miss, so he immediately gathered all the powerful beings present and, using the huge Pangu heart as the center, set up a grand summoning array in an instant.

"Great progenitor, please awaken from your slumber!"

The Qilin Kings began to chant that ancient and solemn song, devoutly calling upon the "First Qilin".

"The soul is back!"

"The soul is back!"

"The soul is back!"

At the same time, in the endless myriad realms, all those Qilin who uphold the concept of "supporting heaven and earth" and have transformed into pillars of the world are now sensing this call from the source of their bloodline, and are calling out the true name of the [Primordial Qilin] in unison.

Finally, their appeals were answered.

"Bang bang... bang bang... bang bang..."

That's the sound of a heartbeat!
It is the heartbeat of a Qilin, its sound like the beating of war drums, resounding throughout the universe.

Centered on Mount Buzhou, endless earth vein energy began to converge madly towards the Pangu Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi could even vaguely see an incomparably majestic and divinely swift Qilin figure slowly taking shape from nothingness in mid-air.

He took the heart of Pangu as his own heart and Mount Buzhou, which was transformed from the spine of Pangu, as his own spine, thus creating a supreme divine body that stood tall between heaven and earth!

"Hooray, it's done! It really is done!"

"We...we actually did it!"

As the Qilin Kings watched the figure of the [Primordial Qilin] gradually return to reality from nothingness, they were all overwhelmed with emotion, their eyes brimming with tears.

"With the return of our Ancestor, we must restore order, uphold justice, protect the heavens, and safeguard the majesty of our Celestial Realm!"

"Our people, revival is in sight! Revival is in sight!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Just as all the Qilin were immersed in endless joy and excitement, a roar containing boundless rage and despair came from the heavens like a thunderclap.

A blood-soaked, disheveled figure broke through the final blockade of the celestial gods and charged back in a desperate attempt to take them all down with him. It was none other than the surviving Ancestral Witch of Water, Gonggong.

"Our Wu tribe's excellent situation has been completely ruined today, all because of you shameless traitors who stab us in the back!"

"You will all be buried with me today, for the freedom of all races, for the future of the primordial world!!"

Before he could finish speaking, under the gaze of countless horrified eyes in the world...

Gonggong burned away his last bit of life and spirit, transforming into a streak of light, and without hesitation, crashed headlong into the pillar that supported the entire primordial world—Mount Buzhou!

Boom! ! !
A terrifying energy shook the heavens and earth.

The [Primordial Qilin], which was almost back to reality, suffered this calamity, as if it had been kicked by the god Pangu and sent back to the bottom of the river of time.

The First Qilin, with its half-open eyes, looked at the primordial world and collapsed with extreme resentment.

"So dark! It's really dark~~"

In the void, the enormous Qilin figure suddenly disintegrated.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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