Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Dijiang's primordial essence was burning, and a boundless aura of bloodlust soared into the sky.

Silver lines were drawn in the void—these were the embodiment of the Great Dao of Space, each line containing the power to create a world.

"With the blood of my Houtu, I invoke the bloodline of the Father God."

Houtu's blood essence, dark yellow and turquoise, transformed into illusory mountains and rivers on the earth, while endless earth vein power converged from all directions.

"With the blood of Zhurong, I invoke the bloodline of the Father God."

"With the blood of Gonggong, I invoke the bloodline of the Father God."

"With the blood of Jumang, I invoke the bloodline of the Father God...!"

Each Ancestral Witch was burning their life essence, and the boundless blood energy manifested various strange phenomena in the air.

Twelve golden pillars of blood shot into the sky, intertwining, entwining, and merging in the void.

At the same time, real "strange phenomena" arose around the twelve ancestral witches.

"boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

"..."

Twelve streams of qi and blood, as thick as pillars of heaven, burst forth from the bodies of the Ancestral Witches and soared into the sky!

Dijiang's silvery-gray blood energy contains an infinite space of birth and death.

The earthy yellow blood-like energy of Houtu carries the weight of the earth.

Zhu Rong's crimson blood energy scorched the heavens and boiled the seas.

Gonggong's dark, blood-red aura engulfed everything.

Jumang is vibrant with life and vitality.

The white-gold blood energy of the harvest was sharp and piercing.

Qiang Liang's purple blood energy was as powerful as thunder.

The silvery aura of blood crackled with lightning.

The azure blood aura of Tianwu was accompanied by howling winds.

The black blood aura of the corpse was magnificent and ever-changing.

Dark gray blood energy, rain curtain covering the sky.

The grayish-white blood aura of Zhu Jiuyin flows with time.

Twelve powerful streams of blood energy, twelve primordial colors, intertwined and merged together in the sky, transforming into a blood-red pillar that reached the heavens and the earth!

All the countless beings in the primordial world can see this incomparably magnificent and vast pillar of heaven!

And at the very moment when these twelve incomparably vast streams of blood energy completely intertwined!

"Buzz!!!"

A terrifying aura suddenly descended upon the primordial world. Even though this aura was extremely weak, its status was too high.

Even the Three Pure Ones, the Western Guide and Zhunti, and Nuwa, who are all saints, were suppressed by this wisp of aura, and their figures were revealed in the void, but they disappeared again in an instant!

Neither side in the battle noticed the presence of the sages!

Those who faced that aura, including Di Jun, Tai Yi, and all the powerful demons, were all shaken to their core!

That was the aura of creation, of supreme power.

It is the divine power that created the world.

He is the creator, the source of the bloodline of all living beings in the primordial world!

"clang!!!"

The innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, began to vibrate on its own, even without Donghuang Taiyi's intervention, as if welcoming its master's return!

"Pangu... This is the aura of Pangu!"

Bai Ze, the Demon Saint, was the first to cry out in alarm. As the master of the Great Dao of Wisdom, he was most sensitive to this kind of pressure originating from the source.

Di Jun's face was ashen. He felt the Three-Legged Golden Crow bloodline within his body frantically warning him—it was the fear of an ant facing a giant dragon, the awe of a living being facing its creator!

"Attack! Full power attack!"

"That's not Pangu, it's just a formation evolved by the Wu tribe!"

"We can't let them complete the grand formation!"

Taiyi roared, regaining control of the chaos, and golden magical power ignited, unleashing immense might.

The Chaos Bell vibrated, unleashing devastating ripples.

Di Jun burned his life essence and blood, and the Sun God Sword unleashed its most intense strike since the start of the war.

"Fuxi! Deduced the weakness of the Wu Clan's formation!"

The Hetu and Luoshu were given to Fuxi by Dijun. Clearly, this magical treasure was far more effective in divination in Fuxi's hands than in Dijun's.

Upon receiving the Hetu Luoshu, Fuxi immediately poured his vast magical power into it, drawing upon the great Dao of Heaven and Earth, attempting to deduce the weaknesses of the twelve formations and the true function of each formation.

"puff!!!"

In an instant, his breathing was as if he had been punished by the heavens, suppressed by the combined forces of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Fuxi, who was already a quasi-saint, had just begun his deductions when he was attacked as if he had been subjected to an incomparably terrifying attack. Mouthfuls of blood containing endless and boundless vitality gushed out of his mouth.

Fuxi's aura instantly weakened, and he was no longer able to fight.

As Fuxi fell from the void, a spatial rift appeared right in his path and swallowed him whole!

None of the demons present noticed Fuxi's disappearance!

Xihe and Changxi joined forces, activating the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel, which evolved into an incomparably sharp golden ring that spun at extreme speed and cleaved towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The Kunpeng tore through the chaos, heralding a world-ending storm.

The ten demon saints each displayed their supernatural powers, and their magical treasures, spells, and innate divine abilities rained down on the twelve ancestral witches.

However, all attacks, upon touching the force field formed by the twelve strands of qi and blood smoke, only caused ripples before dissipating into nothingness.

Clearly, the Heavenly Pillar, now imbued with the blood essence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, is beyond the reach of Di Jun and the others!

At the center of the Heavenly Pillar, the blood essence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has begun to materialize.

The first thing to solidify was the feet.

Those feet seemed illusory, yet they caused the entire southern continent of the prehistoric world to sink three zhang (approximately 10 meters)!

The terrifying tremors caused hundreds of millions of living beings on the vast land to tremble in fear.

Next came the legs, waist, spine, chest, arms...

Finally, when the facial features of the head vaguely emerged from the blood and qi, all the spectators—whether they were the demons on the battlefield, the saints hidden in the void, or the many powerful beings of the primordial world who turned their gazes to this battlefield—gazed in astonishment.

Pangu!

That towering phantom was none other than the form of Pangu, the great god who created the world!

The illusory figure was of unknown height, with thirty-three layers of heaven above its head and the primordial earth beneath its feet, standing quietly between heaven and earth.

Although it was merely a phantom formed from the burning blood and qi of the Ancestral Witch, it already possessed a trace of the true divine essence of Pangu.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Boundless bloodlust rose from the Ancestral Witch's body, gathered together, and condensed into the outline of an ancient giant axe in the hand of the Pangu phantom.

The Axe that Opens the Heavens!

Although it was just a phantom, the moment the axe took shape, all the weapons in the entire prehistoric world—from ordinary magic weapons to acquired spiritual treasures or innate spiritual treasures—trembled at the same instant!

They are afraid.

They are afraid.

Fear of the "existence" of that axe.

I'm afraid of the "sharpness" of that axe.

Because that was the axe that cleaved through chaos and created the world... the axe that created the heavens!

The phantom of Pangu grasped the phantom of the Heaven-Opening Axe and gently swung it at Di Jun and the other demons.

There was no sound, no light, no strange phenomenon, not even the light of an axe!

It was just a "light wave".

But it was this one swing—

The expressions of the several sages changed drastically; they sensed a slight danger from the axe strike!

Clearly, this axe strike possessed the power of a sage!

"puff!"

"puff!"

......

Di Jun spat out mouthfuls of golden blood, and the Sun God Sword flew out of his hand, its blade covered with countless cracks.

Di Jun, who was sent flying backward, looked gloomy. This axe blow left him with no power to resist!

"clang--!!!"

The Chaos Bell emitted an unprecedented mournful cry. Although the bell itself did not crack, one could still sense that it had lost much of its spirituality. It crashed onto the earth, carrying Donghuang Taiyi with it. Golden blood, which filled the void, rained down on the earth.

Xihe and Changxi's golden wheels of the sun and moon separated instantly, spinning rapidly, smashing through the Southern Heavenly Gate in the sky, and disappearing into the celestial realm.

The two goddesses of the moon, their silver blood spraying into the sky, staggered and flew backward.

One of the Kunpeng's wings, which stretched to the sky, broke off at the root, and blood splattered like a waterfall.