Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

At this moment, a phantom figure slowly materialized beside the group of ancestral witches and whispered:

"All the Ancestral Witches... are the last complete manifestation of the Father God's bloodline in the primordial world. This power is a gift, but even more so... the final protection!"

The ancestral witches were not surprised by Houtu's appearance; clearly, Houtu was free to come and go within the Pangu Palace!

The other Ancestral Witches were all saddened upon hearing this. Feeling the increased power in their bloodlines, they felt no joy, only a sense of loss at losing their support.

Pangu Temple lost its source of power and became nothing more than an ancient and sturdy hall.

From that moment on, this temple could no longer offer any help to the Wu tribe in their struggle for survival.

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Like the countless races of the primordial world, the Wu tribe no longer possessed any special characteristics.

Hou Yi quietly stroked the dried-up and cracked bottom of the pool, gazing at the figures of the eleven ancestral witches and Hou Tu beside him.

He understood that his achievement as an Ancestral Witch was not only due to that drop of Pangu's essence blood and the sacrifices of many Ancestral Witches, but also because it consumed the most fundamental resources of the Witch Clan.

Facing the hopeful gazes of the ancestral witches, Hou Yi's expression was solemn, and his voice was firm: "Hou Yi hereby promises to the Father God that he will not fail the Father God's last legacy, nor the grace of all the ancestral witches who have given him life!"

His voice echoed throughout the Pangu Palace: "This life, this destiny, is for the sake of the Wu Clan! This blood will be stained with blood to shatter the Heavenly Court! Even if my body turns to ashes and my spirit falls forever, I will still carve out a future for the Wu Clan!"

As Hou Yi made his oath, Hou Tu, whose figure was ethereal, revealed a smile before disappearing into the Pangu Palace.

"Alright!" Dijiang suppressed the heaviness in his heart and swept his gaze over all the Ancestral Witches.

"The blood pool has dried up, and the Father God's heart has fallen silent. From this day forward, the fate of our billions of people rests solely in our own hands!"

"With the Twelve Ancestral Witches reunited and the Heavenly Divine Fiend Formation in place, they will surely shatter the Heavenly Court...!"

His voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, booming throughout the Pangu Palace, the resounding sound like Pangu's heart beating again.

"With the Father God's final gift, for the future of our race... we will evolve a grand formation, waiting for the opportune moment when we, for the Father God, for the Witch Clan, and for all living beings in this primordial world, will annihilate the demon race and restore order to the universe."

"War! War! War!"

The eleven ancestral witches, including Hou Yi, roared in unison.

This time, their aura was more refined, more powerful, and more integrated.

The twelve streams of blood-red energy that soared into the sky passed through the Pangu Palace, pierced through Mount Buzhou, and stirred up the energy of heaven and earth.

It seems to be issuing an ultimate challenge to the demon race above the celestial realm.

Above the heavens, Di Jun, Tai Yi, and other demons sensed the twelve streams of bloodthirsty energy erupting from Mount Buzhou.

Just moments ago, the immense power unleashed during the Zhou Tian Star Array practice, and the seemingly boundless ambition to control the primordial world, vanished in an instant.

"The twelve Ancestral Witches are all here!" Di Jun looked at the twelve blood-red auras rising from Mount Buzhou with a solemn expression.

"Those barbarians' aura has grown even stronger!" Taiyi, the Heavenly Court's highest combat power, suddenly opened his eyes, and the Chaos Bell in his hand rang softly.

"Houtu has transformed into the underworld, and the Wu clan has already given birth to a new ancestral witch so quickly!"

Fuxi manipulated the Hetu and Luoshu in his hands, revealing celestial secrets within them.

"Not only has a new Ancestral Witch been born, but her strength is not much weaker than the other Ancestral Witches!"

"And...!" Fuxi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"explain!"

"That new aura of bloodlust contains an extremely deep resentment and malevolence, pointing directly at the Heavenly Court, especially... the Moon and the Sun!"

Di Jun's gaze sharpened, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Hou Yi?"

"Very likely!" Demon Master Kunpeng interjected, his eyes flashing. "Back then, Hou Yi shot down nine princes, but he also burned away his own life force, suffering severe injuries and fleeing!"

Kunpeng recounted in detail the information gathered by the demon race, "Afterwards, he hid among the human race and became a Daoist partner with a human woman. His wife, Heng'e, was tricked by the goddess Xihe into entering the Taiyin Star using a secret method. Hou Yi was severely injured again on the Taiyin Star!"

As Kunpeng spoke, he turned his gaze to the twelve streams of bloodthirsty energy erupting from Mount Buzhou, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

"Although we don't know what price the Wu Clan paid to bring a Great Wu who had exhausted his source back to the Ancestral Wu Realm, it is probably the same as the Great Luo we created for the Zhou Tian Star Array, just to fill the gap in the Du Tian Divine Fiend Array."

"What a fine clan of witches! What a fine Hou Yi!"

Donghuang Taiyi revealed a cold smile. The Chaos Bell trembled slightly, emitting a soft sound that shook the minds of the surrounding demons, making them sway precariously.

"The ancestral witches who were forcibly elevated are nothing but empty shells. Since they are in such a hurry to set up the entire formation, then let's attack Buzhou Mountain before their formation is stable!"

"Taiyi, calm down!" Dijun raised his hand to stop him, his gaze sweeping over the many demon saints before turning to the three hundred or so powerful demon clan Daluo.

Among these Great Luo Immortals, more than one hundred possessed a righteous and peaceful aura, with flowing Daoist charm; they were true Great Luo Golden Immortals.

The other two hundred or so were filled with demonic energy, their auras raging and chaotic!

When they heard Taiyi say that the army was going to attack Buzhou Mountain, their eyes flashed red, and a fierce aura burst forth. They were just waiting for Dijun's order to charge towards Buzhou Mountain.

"How is the Zhou Tian Star Array practice going?" Di Jun asked, his voice regaining its calmness, yet carrying the unique majesty of the Heavenly Emperor.

Fuxi stepped forward and unfolded the Hetu and Luoshu in his hands.

The scrolls transformed into a starry sky, enveloping the center of the hall.

The light of the three hundred and sixty-five stars flowed, their mysterious trajectories connecting them, drawing upon the origin of all the stars in the heavens, and unleashing a terrifying power that suppressed all the heavens.

Kunpeng explained from the side, "Through our day and night practice and refinement, the connection between you star lords and the origin of the stars has become increasingly close, and the power of the stellar origin that you can draw upon has become increasingly powerful."

"As for its power...!"

Kunpeng looked at Fuxi beside him. Fuxi knew best the true power of the Celestial Star Array.

Fuxi nodded slightly at Peng's gaze: "Now we can unleash thirty percent of the great formation's power, but we haven't yet reached the point where we can condense a Star God's Dharma Image and move the stars around the heavens in an instant...!"

"Thirty percent...!"

Di Jun murmured softly, then looked at Fuxi.

"Can you block the first axe blow?"

The words "First Axe" plunged the hall into silence.

All the demon saints' eyes fell on Fuxi, hoping that he could give them a reassuring answer.

With a gentle wave of the axe from the phantom of Pangu, all of them, the quasi-saints of the demon race, were severely injured.

If they can't even withstand the first axe blow, then even with the Zhou Tian Star Array, the demon race will definitely be no match for the witch race.

Upon hearing this, Fuxi remained silent for a moment before shaking his head at Dijun.

"The Zhou Tian Star Array had to unleash half its power to block the 'First Axe'!"

"Fifty percent...!"

The sorrowful aura of the demon race instantly dissipated; half of its power was enough to withstand the 'First Axe' that had brought them despair.

Only Emperor Jun, seated on his throne, remained unmoved, looking at Fuxi and asking again:

"The second axe blow..."