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Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.

Twelve giant dragon-carved pillars support the dome of the main hall. The pillars are mottled and covered with ancient shamanistic patterns dating back to the beginning of time.

The hall was filled with a palpable aura of malevolence. The eleven Ancestral Witches sat around a huge blood-red stone platform, their auras as deep and solid as an ancient divine mountain.

Dijiang sat in the head seat, and dark red spatial laws appeared around him, distorting the light and causing his face to constantly change between reality and illusion.

Dijiang's hoarse voice echoed throughout the hall:

"The starlight of the Zhou Tian Star Array has completely enveloped the primordial world."

"This time, Di Jun and Tai Yi are serious."

Jumang was surrounded by a surge of vitality, yet his brows were furrowed:

"Big brother."

"The demon race is moving so quickly; there must be someone pulling the strings behind the scenes."

Zhu Rong slammed his hand on the stone platform, and flames rose from his palm:

"Who else could it be? That bastard Yuanshi went to the Demon Court, clearly intending to back up the demon race!"

In Gonggong's eyes, the cold light was like a knife:

"If a sage intervenes in a great calamity, isn't he afraid of the karmic backlash?"

"Afraid?"

Zhu Jiuyin slowly opened his eyes, fragments of time flowing within them:

"If Yuanshi dared to go, it means that Heaven tacitly approved it."

"The final battle of the great calamity, the secrets of heaven in chaos, cause and effect entangled... this is the best time for a sage to step in."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.

The eleven Ancestral Witches all had grim expressions.

What will become of the saints!

This is by no means alarmist.

Although the Wu tribe was powerful, it ultimately failed to produce a sage.

The Great Array of Divine Fiends summoned the phantom of Pangu, which could withstand even a sage, but now that Houtu has departed, the array is incomplete...

If Yuanshi really makes a move in the final battle, what are the chances of the Wu tribe winning?

"And Xuan Du."

Qiang Liang suddenly spoke, his voice booming like thunder:

"Although this person has a grudge against the demon race, he is ultimately the vice leader of the Jie Sect, and may not be truly willing to help my Wu Clan."

Xi Zi's body crackled with electricity:

"Indeed, although Xuandu has enlightened Houtu girl about the secrets of the earth, he may have other motives."

The ancestral witches remained silent.

Xuandu.

This name has now become the biggest variable in the primordial world.

A century of primordial chaos, the destruction of sages, the gathering of vital energy, the awakening of humanity, and the acceleration of the restoration of the earthly path...

Every step he took was fraught with peril, yet every step he took was steady and firm.

How could such a person be content to be merely an ally of the witch clan?

Tianwu was suddenly startled when he discovered a figure appearing deep within the main hall.

"Who?"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang suddenly stood up, and the spatial laws around him erupted, instantly enveloping the entire hall in an invisible barrier!

The other Ancestral Witches also rose at the same time, their blood and qi resonating, their killing intent soaring to the sky. Eleven earth-shattering Ancestral Witch auras intertwined, completely sealing off every inch of the Pangu Palace!

Can......

Deep within the main hall, in the shadowy area shrouded by the Time Law of Zhujiuyin.

A figure in green robes had quietly taken up a position beneath the pillar.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, his eyes deep as the starry sea.

It is indeed Xuandu!

"you......"

Dijiang's pupils shrank sharply as he stared intently at the figure, his face showing disbelief and astonishment for the first time!

It's not just Dijiang.

All the Ancestral Witches present were shaken to their core at this moment!

They didn't notice at all!

Pangu Temple is a sacred site of the Wu tribe, suppressed by the residual will of the Great God Pangu, and further protected by a natural restriction formed by the resonance of the blood and qi of the eleven ancestral witches.

Even if a sage himself were to arrive, he could not possibly sneak in without a sound!

But Xuandu...

He was standing there.

His blue robes fluttered slightly, and his demeanor was as ordinary as that of a commoner.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't even have sensed that there were people there!

Such a method of concealment is simply unbelievable!

"Fellow Daoists, how have you been?"

Xuandu spoke slowly, his voice calm yet clearly penetrating the depths of every Ancestral Witch's mind.

There was no intimidation, no sharp edge; it was as if it were just a greeting between old friends reuniting.

But beneath this calm, a chill ran through the hearts of the eleven ancestral witches!

"Fellow Taoist Xuandu."

Dijiang took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, his voice hoarse:

"May I ask what brings you here?"

He waved his hand to remove the spatial barrier, signaling the ancestral witches to conceal their auras.

Having revealed themselves, they no longer harbored any murderous intent.

Moreover... if Xuandu really wanted to harm the Wu Clan, the best opportunity to strike was when they were completely unaware.

But he just stood there.

This has already made our stance clear.

"I came for the Witch Clan."

Xuandu slowly stepped forward and walked to the stone platform, his gaze sweeping over the solemn and wary faces of the eleven ancestral witches.

He didn't care about those stares.

The Wu tribe is arrogant and of the true lineage of Pangu; it is normal for them to react this way.

"You should all be more aware of the current predicament of the Witch Clan than I am."

Xuan Du's voice was calm, yet every word was like a knife:

"Fellow Daoist Houtu has transformed into a being of reincarnation, taking charge of the Earthly Dao, and has become a Saint of the Earthly Dao."

"This is a great virtue, and a blessing for the Wu tribe."

"But for her it's a blessing, for the witch clan... it's like losing an arm."

Zhu Rong gritted his teeth:

"Though Houtu is gone, my Wu clan still possesses the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons!"

"At the summit of Nine Phoenix Peak, the formation still retains 60% of its power; it may still be able to contend with the Zhou Tian Star Array!"

"Sixty percent?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Xuan Du's lips:

"Does the Ancestral Witch Zhurong truly believe that the Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, with only six-tenths complete, can withstand the full power of the Zhou Tian Star Array?"

"not to mention......"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the sky outside the hall:

"Yuanshi has arrived at the Demon Court and is having a secret conversation with Dijun and Taiyi."

"You should be able to guess what I'm going to talk about."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the Ancestral Witches in the hall changed drastically!

"Is Yuanshi really going to intervene?!"

A cold glint flashed in Gonggong's eyes.

"Otherwise what?"

Xuandu countered:

"He personally went to the Demon Court; could it be to admire the starry scenery?"

"The great calamity of the Lich King is a predetermined fate of Heaven; the Lich King race will decline, and the Demon race will rise."

"As a sage of the Heavenly Dao and in charge of the Chan Sect, Yuanshi should naturally follow the mandate of Heaven and drive the Great Kalpa."

"His trip was to reassure Di Jun and Tai Yi, allowing them to go all out."

Each word resounded like a thunderclap!

The eleventh Ancestral Witch's face was ashen.

Although they had suspected it beforehand, hearing it with their own ears still sent a chill down their spines.

What will become of the saint...?

Then this decisive battle will no longer be a matter between the Lich and Demon races.

Rather, it is... a showdown between the Witch Clan and the Sages, and between the Witch Clan and the prevailing forces of Heaven!

"So, Fellow Daoist Xuandu, you have come here..."

Dijiang's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at Xuandu:

"Is this a reminder to my clan... to prepare for our demise as soon as possible?"

His voice carried suppressed anger, and even more so, a kind of tragic resolve.

If that's true...

That witch clan may truly be coming to an end.

"No."

Xuan Du slowly shook his head:

"I am showing the Wu tribe... a way to survive."

life?

All the ancestral witches looked up, their eyes gleaming.

What is the way to survive?

Jumang asked in a deep voice.

Xuan Du did not answer directly.

He slowly raised his hand, and a chaotic-colored rune quietly condensed in his palm.

The runes were small, yet they exuded the primordial Daoist charm from before the creation of the world, and faintly conveyed the flow of mountains, rivers, and the cycle of reincarnation of all living beings.

"This is the mark of the cycle of reincarnation."

Xuan Du's voice was calm:

"Before Houtu merged with the Dao, she left behind a wisp of divine thought, which she entrusted to me to pass on to the Wu Clan."

"With this mark, if the true spirit of the Witch Clan perishes in the Great Calamity, it can be reincarnated first, retaining its bloodline memories, and in the next life... it will still be a son of the Witch Clan."

The words fell.

The chaotic runes slowly drifted towards Dijiang.

Dijiang reached out and took it, only to feel a sudden weight in his palm.

He was all too familiar with the profound, somber, and compassionate aura emanating from the runes.

It is Houtu!