Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

As soon as Ji Meng finished speaking, the temperature inside the hall plummeted.

Everyone present, whether it was Di Jun sitting high on the imperial throne, Donghuang Taiyi wielding the innate treasure Chaos Bell, or the other demon saints, involuntarily recalled that terrifying scene:

Beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate, the Lich King and the Demon King waged a decisive battle.

With Di Jun holding the Hetu and Luoshu, Taiyi striking the Chaos Bell, Fuxi and Kunpeng, along with the two Heavenly Empresses, and the Ten Demon Saints displaying their supernatural powers, have driven the Twelve Ancestral Witches into a desperate situation, causing one or two of them to perish!

Just when victory was in sight, the twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together and burned their primordial essence and blood, and a fierce array of evil energy covering the heavens and the earth was suddenly unleashed!

Then, the phantom appeared.

Standing tall and imposing, with bulging muscles, he wielded a phantom giant axe.

It was merely a phantom, but with just a casual swing of his giant axe, Di Jun's Sun God Sword dimmed, Taiyi's Chaos Bell wailed incessantly, and his massive true form lost a wing after being grazed by the axe light. All of these great demon saints were severely injured.

As for the second axe, they didn't even have the courage to connect!

That's Pangu!

Pangu, who created the primordial world!

Even if it is just a phantom summoned by the Ancestral Witch burning her blood essence, its power has already surpassed that of a Quasi-Saint, is no different from that of a Saint, and is even stronger than a Saint!

"Crack it? How do you crack it?"

Yingzhao sneered. Half of his wing was broken, and he was barely maintaining his form with his magic. "That great formation summons the phantom of Pangu! Pangu! He created this primordial world! What can you use to resist the power of creation?"

"A confrontation isn't necessarily necessary," Shang Yang said softly. The female demon saint's face was pale, but her eyes gleamed with a calm light. "That Pangu phantom, though powerful, was summoned by the twelve ancestral witches burning their primordial essence. Essence has its limits, and the phantom cannot last long either. If we can set a trap beforehand, luring the ancestral witches to unleash their grand formation prematurely, and then strike with lightning speed when their essence is exhausted and the phantom dissipates—"

"Absurd!" Fei Lian interrupted her, the demon saint with a deer's body and a sparrow's head speaking in a shrill voice. "Do you think those ancestral witches are really barbarians? That they would easily step into a trap? Besides, what trap could possibly withstand a single axe blow from that phantom of Pangu?"

Upon hearing this, the Lingxiao Palace fell silent.

After a few breaths, Shang Yang asked, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Fei Lian's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Take them down one by one! While the Ancestral Witches are off guard, gather all our strength and kill one of them first! With one less than twelve, the great formation will collapse without a fight!"

Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent.

Many demon saints' eyes flashed with interest. Indeed, if one of the twelve ancestral witches was missing, the complete formation could not be formed, and the phantom of Pangu could not be summoned.

At that time, the demon race will still have the advantage in numbers and treasures to crush the witch race.

However!!!

"I can't do it." Bai Ze, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke.

This wise man of the demon race, whose body radiated wisdom, said, "What conditions are needed to kill a quasi-saint? First, absolute power overwhelms, requiring at least three top quasi-saints to attack him; second, cutting off all possibility of escape, requiring the sealing of space and time."

With each statement he made, the expressions of the demon saints grew increasingly grim.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are of one mind, able to sense each other instantly. If we make a move against one of them, the other eleven will arrive in an instant." Bai Ze lightly waved the feather fan formed from the Bai Ze diagram, his voice calm yet cruel, "Unless... we can simultaneously trap at least eleven Ancestral Witches and concentrate all our power to kill one. Is that even possible?"

impossible.

The answer came to everyone's mind.

The Ancestral Witches were not lambs to the slaughter. Their physical bodies were as strong as innate spiritual treasures, and their powerful bodies made their vitality extremely strong, allowing them to control the fundamental laws.

If they were to truly encircle and kill them, the demon race would have to pay the price of at least several demon saints falling—and at this moment, the demon race could no longer afford such losses.

"This won't do, that won't do!" The nine heads of the Ghost Chariot roared simultaneously, shaking the golden pillars in the hall. "Are we just going to stand by and watch the Witch Clan ride roughshod over us, relying on that broken formation?! Your Majesty! Eastern Emperor! Say something!"

All eyes were on the throne.

Di Jun tapped his fingers on the armrest, the rhythm slow and heavy.

How could he not be anxious? How could he not be resentful? But he was the Heavenly Emperor, the ruler of the demon race, and he could not act rashly.

His gaze swept across the faces in the hall, some angry, some dejected, some fearful, before finally settling on Taiyi.

Taiyi finally opened his eyes.

Those eyes held the image of the beginning of chaos, the trajectory of the birth and death of stars, and an intense, suppressed fighting spirit.

But when he thought of the terrifying power that the phantom of Pangu was unleashing, he felt a deep sense of despair.

Even if he possessed a supreme innate treasure, what could he do against such immense power? A single, casual strike rendered him utterly powerless.

Just then, inside the Lingxiao Palace, the space rippled like water, and a crack appeared.

A figure in green robes stepped out, though his aura was somewhat weak; it was Fuxi.

"Fuxi!"

"Xi Huang!"

The demon saints exclaimed in surprise.

Di Jun suddenly stood up, took a step and was already beside Fu Xi, reaching out to grasp Fu Xi's hands.

Upon seeing this, Di Jun's heart sank. Fuxi's body was completely devoid of magical power. Even more serious was the backlash from the Great Dao caused by the deduction of Pangu, which clung to Fuxi's body like a malignant tumor, and even the saint Nuwa was unable to completely eradicate it.

"His Majesty.......!"

"Fellow Daoist...!" Di Jun's voice was hoarse.

At that time, the twelve ancestral witches suddenly gathered together. In order to gain the upper hand, he asked Fuxi to use the Hetu and Luoshu to deduce, but he did not expect that the backlash would cause Fuxi to be so seriously injured.

After all, that figure was Pangu!

Fuxi greeted Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and many demon saints, and then learned that they were troubled about how to break the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation of the Wu Clan!

After pondering for a moment, Fuxi slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, Eastern Emperor, and all of you, I have a question: Where does the power of Pangu's phantom originate?"

Although Fuxi's voice was very soft, the demons in the hall were taken aback.

"Naturally, it originates from the essence and blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and... the legacy of Pangu," Ji Meng said hesitantly.

"Indeed." Fuxi turned to look at the demon saints. "The legacy of Pangu. The twelve ancestral witches were formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, hence their ability to summon the phantom of Pangu. But in this primordial world, does the legacy of Pangu only exist within the ancestral witches?"

He stopped in the center of the hall and looked up at the dome of the Lingxiao Palace.

There, the sun and moon move in parallel, and the stars and rivers flow.

"The Sun Star, the Moon Star, and all these stars in the sky," Fuxi reached out and pointed through the hall to the two great stars, the Moon and the Sun, which were suspended in the void.

He continued, "These were all transformed from the eyes and acupoints of the Great God Pangu. In terms of Pangu's legacy, the essence of the celestial sphere is no less than that of the Wu Clan!"

Inside the hall, after Fuxi finished speaking, everyone's breathing suddenly became heavier.

Bai Ze's third eye between his brows fully opened, its divine light surging: "The meaning of Xi Huang is... to draw upon the power of the celestial stars to contend with the 'Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation'?"