Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 183 Two Ancestral Witches
The Martial Ancestor was extremely fast, and Kuafu didn't even have time to make any effective defense.

The golden fist, swirling with boundless profound merit, ignored the withering and flourishing domain around him that could control life and death, and pressed heavily against his chest, which was as thick as a mountain!
Thump—! ! ! ! ! ! !

Kuafu felt an indescribable, domineering, and terrifying force erupt from the point of contact between his fist and chest!

That power was not purely the power of qi and blood.

It also contained an unparalleled will that seemed to bear the rise and fall of the entire race!
"puff--!"

Even a top-tier shaman like Kuafu, who had tempered his physical body to the extreme, was still sent flying backward uncontrollably by this head-on punch!

Rumble——! ! !
His enormous body carved a terrifying abyss that was hundreds of millions of miles long into the vast land before he finally managed to stabilize himself!

"you……!"

Kuafu struggled to his feet from the abyss, his eyes filled with unprecedented horror!
He could clearly feel that the profound energy contained in the opponent's punch had invisibly suppressed his proud witch body power!

However, before he could figure out the key to it,
The vast and majestic Dao voice of Wu Zuyuan, filled with supreme majesty, resounded once again throughout this world!
"Come again!"

Before he finished speaking, his towering figure, thousands of feet tall, had already closed in on him once again in an instant!

One punch!
Another punch!
There are no fancy supernatural powers, nor any mysterious laws.

Only the purest martial arts fist imprint!

The two giants once again engaged in the most primitive and savage close combat!

Wu Zuyuan's punches were wide and forceful.

Each punch seemed to draw upon the faith of billions of people behind him, carrying with it the ancient and profound merit that had suppressed all ages.

Its power and weight are unmatched!
Kuafu was not to be outdone. The peach wood staff in his hand, which was refined from the entire mountain range, seemed to have transformed into a supreme magic weapon capable of creating the world.

Every swing resonates across the vast land, stretching for billions of miles, with boundless weight!

However, Kuafu was horrified to discover.

His terrifying power, capable of splitting mountains and severing rivers, was completely worn away each time it struck the opponent's body, which was shrouded in Xuanhuang merit energy.

However, each time his opponent's seemingly ordinary punch landed, the power of humanistic faith attached to it could ignore the earth laws surrounding him and directly affect his witch body's origin, causing his blood to surge and almost making him vomit blood.

With the tides turning and the tides shifting, in just over a hundred rounds, the once high-spirited Great Witch Kuafu had been completely defeated!
He was forced to retreat step by step by Wu Zuyuan's continuous and powerful punches.

On his bronze skin, which was engraved with countless mysterious totems, there were also clearly visible golden fist marks.

"Roar--!!"

After another hard impact, Kuafu's towering body, as majestic as a mountain, was blasted tens of thousands of miles away, crashing into countless towering mountains before he finally managed to regain his footing.

"What a Martial Ancestor! What a human being!"

"Martial Ancestor! You have every reason to be proud that you could force me, Kuafu, to this extent!"

Kuafu let out a deafening roar.

He knew that ordinary witch clan supernatural powers and physical combat were no match for the terrifying being before him.

Only by employing the most fundamental and domineering supreme divine power can the final outcome of this battle be determined.

With this thought in mind, Kuafu held nothing back!
His towering, ten-thousand-foot-tall sorcerer body suddenly trembled, and the earth-yellow laws that had been swirling around him completely receded.

A terrifying aura, seemingly containing the will of the father god Pangu to create the world, suddenly awakened from the deepest part of his bloodline!

"rise!"

Kuafu slowly raised the ancient peach wood staff, which was forged from the entire mountain range, above his head!

Om-! ! !
In an instant, the peach wood staff shone brightly!

The thousands of sacred tree totems that were originally engraved on it have all come to life!

A law of flourishing and decay erupted from the very source of the peachwood staff, transforming into a towering phantom of a divine tree that blotted out the sky behind Kuafu!

On the sacred tree, half of the branches and leaves are lush and full of endless vitality.

The other half withered and decayed, exuding an aura of death.

The concepts of life and death are perfectly intertwined on this tree!

Immediately afterwards, Kuafu poured all of his earth laws, which were integrated with this land, into his arms without reservation!
Rumble—!!!!!!!!!

Endless turbid air from the earth surged into the sky, condensing entirely on his gnarled arms, which resembled mountains and rivers!

In the end, he gathered all the immense power of his sorcerer body, enough to shatter the ancient divine mountain, into his chest!

Withering and flourishing! Earth! Witchcraft!

Three completely different and terrifying forces, under the influence of Kuafu, began to merge wildly in an extremely mysterious way!

The majestic divine tree, representing the law of life and death, transformed into a stream of light and merged into the peach wood staff, becoming an axe blade!
The endless turbid air, representing the laws of the earth, formed the axe body!
And that purest power of the sorcerer's body is the absolute core that drives this supreme weapon!

Finally, a colossal axe, its size unknown and its dimensions imbued with the energies of life and death, and bearing inscriptions of imposing mountain and river totems, materialized in Kuafu's hands.

The moment this axe was unleashed, the entire world paled in comparison!
The sharp and heavy aura emanating from it seemed to reveal even a fraction of the supreme divine power of Pangu, the father god, when he created the world.

"Human Martial Ancestor, take this attack!"

Kuafu gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands, and his towering body, which was tens of thousands of feet tall, suddenly exerted its power, wielding the giant axe of laws that was powerful enough to split the chaos, and slashed down at Wu Zuyuan's equally towering figure!
Wherever the axe strikes, space shatters and the laws of nature mourn!
It seemed as if it wanted to split this world, along with Wu Zuyuan's invincible martial arts true body, in two!
Faced with such a thunderous strike that would make even ordinary quasi-saints tremble.

A genuine sense of solemnity finally surfaced on Wu Zuyuan's usually impassive face!

He knew that the axe blow before him was a desperate strike by Kuafu, the top shaman, who had pushed his cultivation and Pangu bloodline to the limit!
Its power is so great that it has already faintly touched the threshold of a quasi-saint!
However, even so.

He still hasn't used the Martial Ancestor Seal, which suppresses the fortune of the entire human race!

This battle is a contest of martial arts!

It was also the martial arts path he created for himself, a battle to prove his Dao in front of the true lineage of Pangu!

We must defeat them head-on with the purest martial will!
"good!"

Wu Zuyuan let out a soft shout.

He did not use any more defensive techniques, but slowly raised his right fist!

boom--! ! !
The Xuanhuang merit energy that was originally protecting him and the vast human martial arts fortune that enveloped the Martial Ancestor Hall seemed to be under some kind of supreme divine inspiration.

It transformed into two distinct yet intertwined brilliant torrents, surging wildly into his seemingly ordinary right fist!
In an instant, the light of blood and qi on Wu Zuyuan's fist was no longer just a simple light, but evolved into a magnificent river of humanity!
There are wise men who drilled wood to make fire in the dark, and there are saints who built nests of wood in the wind and rain!
Even more countless warriors braved mountains of corpses and seas of blood, fighting their way out of chaos for their entire race!
This fist no longer belongs to Wu Zuyuan alone!
It is a fist of humanity that embodies the martial will of the entire human race!

next moment!
The giant axe containing the will of Pangu to create the world and the fist of humanity that bears the rise and fall of the human race throughout the ages collided violently in the center of the void!

Two completely different, yet equally extreme, Dao wills collided and unleashed their purest form of mutual annihilation!

On that giant axe of laws, the laws of withering and flourishing crumbled inch by inch under the will of humanity to strengthen itself!

The profound and boundless laws of the earth were also forcibly eroded by the belief in human self-reliance!
Click——! !

A crisp cracking sound rang out from the core of the axe blade!
Under Kuafu's incredulous gaze.

His most powerful and proud strike was easily pierced through by that seemingly ordinary fist!

The entire giant axe of law shattered with a crash!
It transformed into a chaotic torrent of laws, vanishing without a trace!
The fist of humanity, after breaking through the giant axe, not only did not weaken in the slightest, but instead carried an unparalleled will that suppressed all ages, and was imprinted with perfect precision on Kuafu's wide-open chest!
Buzz——!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kuafu's towering, ten-thousand-foot-tall shamanic body froze in place without warning!

He felt a profound and mysterious human will ignoring his powerful and domineering witch body defense, directly surging into his limbs, bones, and even the source of his bloodline!
The immense power of the great sorcerer that once surged within him like a mighty river was temporarily and completely severed from all connection with him under the suppression of this will!
He lost control of his physical body!

The towering giant, as majestic as a mountain, fell straight down from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the desolate land that had been reduced to ruins, stirring up clouds of dust.

He was not injured, but his eyes were filled with unprecedented shock and bewilderment.

Lost...

He himself, a top-tier great witch under the tutelage of the ancestral witch Houtu, who was easily ranked among the top three, was defeated so decisively and thoroughly in this pure contest of power and the Great Dao!
The smoke and dust cleared.

The towering figure of Wu Zuyuan had somehow concealed all its earth-shattering power, transforming back into an ordinary human appearance.

He slowly walked up to Kuafu, calmly reached out his hand, and helped him up from the ravaged ground.

After the humanistic will within Kuafu's body slowly dissipated and he regained control of his physical body, Wu Zuyuan's calm voice finally rang out.

"Fellow Daoist's witch body has reached the pinnacle of the Great Dao of the physical body, and I admire it greatly."

"However, your fighting style relies too much on your bloodline instincts, with plenty of wide-ranging and powerful moves, but lacking subtle variations."

"He possessed immense power, but he only used about 70 or 80% of it, ultimately falling short of his full potential."

Upon hearing this, Kuafu, who was still immersed in shock, scratched his head in a simple and honest manner.

Instead of showing any anger, his face was filled with heartfelt admiration.

"Martial Ancestor...you...you've won!"

"I, Kuafu, keep my word! I will take you to see the Ancestral Witch Houtu right now!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zuyuan smiled calmly and withdrew the humanistic fist intent that was powerful enough to suppress all ages.

Kuafu, too, was cheerful and no longer hesitated.

The towering, ten-thousand-foot-tall sorcerer's body transformed back into human form, respectfully leading the way.

The two continued their journey towards the deepest part of Buzhou Mountain.

The deeper one goes, the more ancient and desolate the surrounding world becomes. The turbid earth energy and the malevolent aura of creation permeate the air, so dense that they are almost tangible.

If an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal were to stay here for a long time, their Dao Fruit would probably be eroded and defiled by this domineering aura.

However, both Wu Zuyuan and Kuafu were beings who had evolved the Great Dao of the Physical Body to its extreme, yet they felt right at home here, as if they were fish in water.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, an ancient temple so majestic that it defied description finally appeared at the edge of the Martial Ancestor's sight.

The temple was entirely forged from an unknown chaotic divine stone, without any ornate carvings, only the ancient and weathered appearance that had been eroded by countless years.

There was no plaque above the temple, yet its very existence seemed to be the origin of this entire primordial world.

Pangu Temple!

Before they even got close, an overwhelming pressure originating from the creation of the world rushed towards them!

The sheer power and terror of that pressure were even more pure and domineering than the will of Pangu on Mount Buzhou in the past.

Wu Zuyuan felt his own martial body, which had been honed to perfection, tremble violently and uncontrollably under this pressure, as if he were worshipping the supreme father god who created the source of his bloodline!

He forcibly suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, and looked solemnly into the temple.

The halls stretched out endlessly, as if they were a chaotic world of their own.

Twelve colossal pillars, hundreds of millions of miles high and seemingly capable of supporting the entire sky, stand silently inside the main hall.

Each of the giant pillars is carved with a lifelike and majestic Dharma image, each with its own unique aura!

Firstly, with a human face and bird body, standing on two azure dragons, surrounded by endless Yi wood creation energy, he is none other than Jumang, the ancestral witch of the Eastern wood!

Secondly, it has a human face and a tiger's body, with four fleshy wings growing from its shoulder blades. Its body is filled with the fierce aura of Geng metal, which is none other than Ru Shou, the ancestral witch of metal in the West!

……

The twelve giant pillars and twelve Dharma images represent the supreme beings who govern the twelve fundamental laws of heaven and earth!
Although they are statues, the Taoist spirit and will they embody seem to be living beings!
Wu Zuyuan could even clearly feel that those twelve gazes were crossing the barriers of time and space, quietly scrutinizing him!

"Martial Ancestor, please."

The voice of Kuafu awakened Wu Zuyuan from his shock.

He respectfully performed a grand salute to the twelve majestic statues, then led Wu Zuyuan toward the more secluded center of the main hall.

In the center of the hall is a vast and boundless platform.

On the platform, two towering figures, whose auras were far more terrifying than those of Kuafu, had been waiting for a long time.

One of them was a kind-faced, gentle woman dressed in an earth-yellow palace gown.

She stood there quietly, without any earth-shattering magical fluctuations around her, yet her very existence seemed to be completely integrated with this vast land, inseparable from it.

She was surrounded by the earth's laws, so profound they were enough to bear the birth and death of all things.

She looked at Wu Zuyuan walking slowly towards her, her eyes, which seemed to contain endless compassion, also carrying a hint of curiosity.

She is Houtu, the Ancestral Witch who is in charge of the earth and is closest to all the spirits of the primordial world among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Beside her, another figure was completely different.

It was a strange being that seemed like a chaotic void.

He simply hovered there silently, and the space around him twisted violently and uncontrollably, as if it might collapse and shatter into nothingness at any moment.

Its aura was so profound and its cultivation so terrifying that even Wu Zuyuan could not fathom its depths!

He was Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the supreme being who controlled space and speed!

"Houtu Ancestral Witch, Dijiang Ancestral Witch."

Kuafu stepped forward and respectfully bowed to the two of them.

"This is Yuan, the Martial Ancestor of the Human Race."

"He said he had important matters to discuss with the two ancestral shamans."

Upon hearing this, Houtu simply smiled gently at Wu Zu Yuanwen, nodded slightly, and remained silent.

But the chaotic and faceless Dijiang suddenly emitted a vast Dao voice filled with scrutiny and doubt!
The sound did not come from his mouth, but exploded directly in Wu Zuyuan's primordial spirit sea!

"The Martial Ancestor of the Human Race".

"What right do you have to make my Witch Clan wage war against the Demon Clan for you?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere inside the once peaceful Pangu Temple instantly froze!

A terrifying pressure, enough to make even a Grand Luo cultivator bow down, suddenly erupted from the body of the Ancestral Witch Dijiang, locking onto Wu Zuyuan!
However, faced with this terrifying aura that was almost completely integrated with the oppressive power of the Pangu Temple, Wu Zuyuan's calm face remained completely unmoved.

He bowed respectfully to the two Ancestral Witches with the utmost solemnity, and then slowly began to speak.

He did not immediately request the Wu Clan to send troops to help, but instead told them in detail how the Demon Clan had wantonly slaughtered humans on the prehistoric land, and how they wanted to use the essence and souls of hundreds of millions of humans to refine a supreme treasure that could restrain the physical body of the Wu Clan.

As Wu Zuyuan recounted his story, Houtu Zuwu, whose face was originally compassionate, couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

The chaotic, faceless Dijiang showed no change in aura, yet the violently distorted space gradually calmed down.

"If this sword is completed, the first to perish will not be our human race."

Wu Zuyuan calmly met Di Jiang's invisible gaze, which was capable of distorting all things, and his voice became extremely solemn.

"It is your witch clan!"

"Today, the demon race can forge swords using the souls of my human race."

"One day, I will be able to forge a sword with the blood of all the races of the primordial world!"

"This is a crisis of extinction for the entire race, not just a matter for one race!"

Wu Zuyuan's words did not place himself in the position of the weak and beg for the protection of the Wu Clan, but rather put the human race and the Wu Clan on the same front!
However, upon hearing this, Dijiang let out a disdainful snort without warning!

"What nonsense!"

"My Wu clan are the true descendants of Pangu, with immortal bodies and impervious to all magic! What can a mere magical artifact forged later do to me?"

Dijiang's voice was cold and majestic.

"How can we be sure this isn't a conspiracy by your demon race? You want to lure my witch race into starting a decisive battle before the truce is over, so that your demon race can gain the upper hand!"

He paused, then his scrutinizing gaze fell on Wu Zuyuan again, filled with undisguised suspicion.

"Moreover, you are not a member of my Wu clan after all."

"How much of what was said is true and how much is false remains to be seen!"

Dijiang's words were also mature and prudent.

As the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he was responsible for the life and death of the entire Witch Clan.

How could they easily start this ultimate battle that could shake the entire prehistoric world just because of Wu Zuyuan's one-sided statement?
Just as the atmosphere reached another stalemate, Houtu, the ancestral witch who had remained silent all along, finally spoke slowly.

"Brother."

She shook her head slightly at Dijiang.

"I can sense that on the vast and desolate land, there are indeed countless human souls emitting painful cries."

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, governs the laws of the earth and is most intimately connected with this primordial world.

She could perceive the joys and sorrows of all living things.

She turned her head, her gaze gently falling on Wu Zuyuan, her voice carrying a hint of approval.

"I believe that a true immortal like Wu Zu, who is blessed with the great fortune of the human race and protected by immeasurable merit, would never lie about this matter."

Upon hearing this, Dijiang fell into a long silence.

He knew perfectly well that what Houtu's sister said was absolutely true, but this matter was ultimately of great importance.

Seeing that Dijiang was still hesitating, Wu Zuyuan understood and spoke again.

This time, he no longer talked about vague and ethereal morality.

Instead, they presented the most practical benefits to the leader of the witch clan.

"Our human race is now spread across the vast land."

"They can act as the eyes and ears of the witch clan, investigating the movements of the demon clan in various places for the ancestral witches."

Wu Zuyuan paused, his voice becoming increasingly meaningful.

"This time, countless demon gods descended to the mortal realm, including many Great Luo Demon Gods and even Demon Saints."

"Our human race is willing to join forces with the witch race to wipe out these demon races that are entrenched on the primordial land."

"At that time, the essence blood and treasures obtained from slaying the demon god will not be taken by our human race, but will all belong to the witch race!"

"To help all the great shamans take another step forward before the final battle!"

Wu Zuyuan calmly gazed at the chaotic, faceless Dijiang.

"In any case, the Wu Clan is guaranteed to profit."

(End of this chapter)