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Dijiang's voice echoed within the Pangu Hall, carrying an unprecedented sense of resolve.

"Xuan Du's plan is feasible!"

"The Wu tribe is proud and unyielding; it is their bloodline nature."

"However, with the great calamity before us, the preservation of our bloodline is the most important task!"

"What use is pride if even the bloodline is severed?"

He slowly rose to his feet, his tall figure casting a shadow that covered almost half of the stone platform.

"Pass down the order."

"All high priests and generals, assemble immediately!"

"Three days from now, the final battle will begin..."

He paused, his eyes flashing with a cold light:

"It was at the moment they... joined the Jie Sect!"

All the ancestral witches rose up in unison, their qi and blood resonating, and their murderous aura soared to the sky!

"yes!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking the palace.

At this moment, they set aside their pride accumulated over millions of years and their pride as the true descendants of Pangu.

For the sake of bloodline and inheritance, they are willing to be pawns!

A single, viable piece capable of turning the chessboard upside down!

The flames around Zhurong subsided, transforming into crimson armor that covered his body, but the flames in his eyes burned even more intensely:

"Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi..."

"Three days later, this ancestral witch will make you... taste the pain of being engulfed in flames!"

Gonggong sneered, and the water vapor around him condensed into ice crystals:

"The Celestial Star Array? Ha... This Ancestral Witch will see how many times it can withstand the reverse flow of the Milky Way!"

Jumang, Xizi, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xuanming, Shebishi...

At this moment, all the ancestral witches put aside their hesitation and resentment.

Instead, there was an unprecedented determination and murderous intent!

The final battle of the Great Calamity is a foregone conclusion.

And they are the sharpest blades in this game!

Xuan Du stood still, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his gaze calmly observing the scene.

A faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"good."

Each word uttered was like a gentle breeze.

Then, his body swayed slightly.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green robes faded away slowly, like a reflection in water, and finally disappeared completely from the Pangu Palace.

There was no farewell, no words of advice.

It was as if he had never appeared.

However, the chaotic rune floating in Dijiang's palm in the hall, exuding the aura of the earthly cycle of reincarnation, clearly proved that everything just now... was definitely not an illusion.

Dijiang slowly closed his five fingers, tightly clenching the rune into his palm.

The rune felt warm to the touch, and the aura of Houtu within it made his heart ache slightly, yet it also made the resolute look in his eyes even more sharp.

"Hou Tu, my girl..."

He muttered to himself:

"You have provided the witch clan with a way out of the cycle of reincarnation."

"Now... I, your brother, will forge another path for the Witch Clan... one of bloody battles to survive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across the endless sky outside the hall.

"Order all warriors of the Witch Clan to prepare for battle immediately!"

"Three days from now...the decisive battle at Buzhou Mountain!"

The sound waves, carrying the might of the ancestral witch, spread out like invisible ripples, instantly covering the entire Buzhou Mountain!

"roar!!!"

Throughout the mountains, countless Wu tribes roared simultaneously!

The qi and blood surged like smoke rising into the sky, and the murderous aura surged like a tidal wave!

The will to fight... is completely ignited!

Outside the Pangu Hall.

Nine Phoenixes, clad in crimson armor, stood atop a solitary peak, gazing towards the ancestral temple.

In her palm, the dark red bloodline resonance rune was slightly warm, and the earth law contained within it was slowly merging with her own fire bloodline, showing signs of transformation.

"Three days later..."

Jiufeng murmured softly, her eyes filled with a mixture of clarity and fighting spirit.

She slowly clenched her fist.

The runes disappeared into her palm, and the aura of fire and earth fusion erupted, burning all the rocks within a hundred feet around her into crystal!

"I, Jiufeng... will certainly not fail the trust placed in me by the Ancestral Witch!"

"We will never fail to live up to the name of the Witch Clan!"

......

Jin'ao Island, Biyou Palace.

Amidst swirling purple clouds and jade-like flooring, deep within the palace, on a cloud-covered bed, sat the Tongtian Sect Leader, kneeling cross-legged.

The sword intent of Qingping flowed around him like water, resonating faintly with the four swords of Zhuxian. The sword intent permeated the restrictions of the entire immortal island, transforming into an invisible sword net that enveloped the East Sea Heaven Domain.

He closed his eyes slightly, his mind sinking into the depths of the true meaning of swordsmanship, comprehending the mechanisms of killing and destruction in the world.

Since returning from the Blood Sea of ​​Xuandu, he passed on his martial arts to the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect. Then, Houtu transformed into the Cycle of Reincarnation, and the Earthly Saint was born... The situation in the prehistoric world changed three times a day, with undercurrents surging.

Although Tongtian was a saint and wielded the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, he dared not relax his vigilance in the slightest in the face of this monstrous calamity that was sweeping across the prehistoric world.

He needs to constantly perceive the changes in the Qi of heaven and earth and deduce the movements of the sages.

Furthermore, he must be stationed on Jin'ao Island, using the Zhuxian Sword Formation to intimidate all directions, protecting the Dao of Xuandu, the Jie Sect, and the lineage where all immortals come to pay homage!

Just as Tongtian's mind was calm and his sword intent merged deeply with the four swords of Zhuxian.

"Buzz..."

Deep within the palace, the void ripples silently.

A figure in green robes appeared silently, like a reflection in water, standing with hands behind his back three zhang away from the cloud bed.

Her green robes fluttered slightly, her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her face was calm, and her eyes were deep.

It is indeed Xuandu!

He stood still, his aura as ordinary as that of a mortal, his primordial Daoist charm completely concealed, further covered and concealed by the invisible chaotic fluctuations emanating from the Chaos Pearl, as if he had merged with this world.

Even a saint like Tongtian would find it difficult to detect the slightest difference unless he saw it with his own eyes!

Xuan Du gazed at the figure in blue robes sitting quietly on the cloud bed, a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes.

Master Tongtian was renowned throughout the primordial world for his protectiveness of his own disciples. He dared to set up the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and become an enemy of the Four Sages in order to protect his disciples.

This great calamity could not have been accomplished without the Master's presence on Golden Turtle Island, and without the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation to deter the saints...

Even though Xuandu possessed the Chaos Pearl, he wouldn't dare to make such a bold move.

"It's time to let Master know."

Xuan Du murmured to himself, a thought stirring within him.

Deep within the purple mansion between his brows, the light of the Chaos Pearl quietly flowed, and the invisible chaotic fluctuations that enveloped his body... slowly dissipated.

"Buzz!"

Just as the chaotic fluctuations dissipated.

Tongtian suddenly opened his eyes!

The sword light in his eyes burst forth as if it were real, instantly tearing through the purple mist within the palace and illuminating the entire Biyou Palace with a clear light!

He stared intently at the figure in blue robes three zhang away, his face showing disbelief for the first time!

"Xuan Du?!"

Tongtian's voice was deep, carrying a hint of barely concealed tremor:

When did you arrive?

Who is he?

The sage of the Jie Sect, who wields the Zhuxian Sword Formation, has his primordial spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, and can perceive billions of miles of the primordial world with a single thought!

Jin'ao Island is his training ground, Biyou Palace is his palace, and every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and tile in the palace resonates with his sword intent!

But Xuandu...

How could he have silently infiltrated the depths of Biyou Palace, standing just three zhang away from him, and yet... he was completely unaware?!

If Xuandu hadn't taken the initiative to disperse his concealment and release his aura just now... he probably still wouldn't know!

How is this possible?!