Houtu is infatuated with me, so I made her lean against the wall.

The cultivators of the Primordial World used their supernatural powers to observe the great battle between the Lich King and the Demon King, and each of them was deeply shaken.

East Kunlun Mountain.

Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shangqing Tongtian sat cross-legged on a futon according to the three powers of Heaven, Earth, and Man, with their magical powers flowing between them.

In the center is a water mirror formed from supernatural power.

Inside the water mirror, the towering phantom attacked Taiyi relentlessly, its powerful laws permeating the void and forcing Taiyi into a series of defeats.

At this moment, the Three Pure Ones were in shock.

The moment the phantom solidified, the Three Pure Ones felt their primordial spirits about to leave their bodies and merge into the phantom. This scene filled the Three Pure Ones with immense fear.

"Brother, why can the Witch Clan condense a phantom image of the Father God?"

Shangqing Tongtian asked with an unpleasant expression.

Although he was unrestrained and unconventional, he had no prejudice against any of the myriad beings in the primordial world.

However, this does not mean that Shangqing Tongtian is unafraid of death.

Although he was transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, he can be considered a descendant of the great god Pangu.

However, after countless cycles of evolution, he has long since become a new being.

Once his primordial spirit leaves his body and merges into the illusory image, he will cease to exist.

This is not what he wanted to see.

Now, the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan can actually condense the phantom of Pangu through the great formation, which makes Shangqing Tongtian somewhat tremble.

The twelve Ancestral Witches have not yet attained enlightenment, yet the great formation they have formed is already so powerful. What if the twelve Ancestral Witches attain enlightenment?

At that time, will they still be able to protect their own primordial spirit from being devoured by the phantom of Pangu?

"The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, the greatest formation under the Heavenly Dao!"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence and blood of the Father God. Relying on the power of the bloodline within that essence and blood, they were able to condense the true form of the Father God!"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches have not yet fully comprehended the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation; otherwise, they would not be mere phantoms at this moment!"

Taiqing Laozi also had a gloomy expression.

The witch clan posed a tremendous threat to them.

If they are not eliminated, they will surely become a major threat to the Three Pure Ones in the future.

Nobody wants to die, not even Laozi.

Once their primordial spirits leave their bodies, the Three Pure Ones will no longer exist in the prehistoric world.

Even if doing so could restore Pangu's consciousness and allow him to manifest again, they were unwilling.

After all, every cultivator has selfish desires; they lack the spirit of selflessness.

Even if this person were their father god Pangu, it would still be the same.

"We cannot rest easy until the witch clan is eliminated!"

"But now the Twelve Ancestral Witches are powerful; what can be done?"

Yuqing Yuanshi's face was contorted with rage.

If Taiqing Laozi and Shangqing Tongtian only wanted to kill a few Ancestral Witches so that the Twelve Ancestral Witches could not condense the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation, then Yuqing Yuanshi wanted to completely annihilate the Witch Clan so as to completely eliminate the hidden danger.

However, the Wu Clan is too powerful now. They can suppress Taiyi, who has attained sainthood and possesses innate treasures, simply by relying on the formation they have just comprehended. They have not yet attained sainthood, so what ability do they have to deal with the Wu Clan?

"The best course of action now is to quickly attain enlightenment; only in this way can we stabilize our primordial spirits!"

Taiqing Laozi's eyes flickered.

He needs to quickly attain enlightenment and become a saint.

Only in this way can they entrust their primordial spirit to the destiny of Heaven.

At that time, with the protection of the Heavenly Dao, even if the Twelve Ancestral Witches perfected the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation and summoned Pangu's physical body, they would still be able to stabilize their own primordial spirits.

"But how easy is it to attain enlightenment?"

Upon hearing this, Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Tongtian's faces darkened.

Currently, they have no clue about the matter of attaining enlightenment, and the Primordial Purple Qi remains completely still. What can they do?

Taiqing Laozi's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

In fact, through Taiyi's establishment of teachings and proof of the Way, he had already seen where the opportunity for himself and others to attain enlightenment lay.

However, at this moment, Taiqing Laozi had no idea what religion to establish.

To prevent Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Tongtian from learning of this and attaining enlightenment before him, Taiqing Laozi did not reveal this matter.

"Enough, let us calmly cultivate our understanding of the Dao!"

After a long silence, Taiqing Laozi sighed and wiped away the water mirror. He then began to discuss the Dao with Yuqing Yuanshi and Shangqing Tongtian, comprehending their respective laws and the Primordial Purple Qi.

Above the void.

The fierce battle continues, with countless lives disappearing into the void every moment.

As the war between the liches intensified, the resentment and malevolent energy generated by the deaths of the liches continued to condense, forming a terrifying aura of calamity.

The dense aura of calamity enveloped the lich's consciousness, gradually clouding its mind.

This is the terror of the calamity-inducing aura.

Even a saint, once enveloped by the aura of calamity, cannot perceive it. When the aura of calamity condenses to a certain degree, it will cause the cultivator's temperament to change drastically, leading them to do some irrational things.

This great war lasted for more than five hundred years.

A terrifying aura permeated the void.

Di Jun, Fu Xi, and Bai Ze, seeing the still resilient Wu Clan, simultaneously channeled their magical power: "Attack!"

"Bewitching Illusion!"

Fuxi took out a zither and began to pluck the strings with his ten fingers, creating melodies that enveloped the entire group of witches.

Bewitched by the music, the witch clan began to kill each other.

Bai Ze transformed into its true form and charged straight at Hou Yi. Its powerful insight revealed the flaws in Hou Yi's divine abilities, and its sharp claws, amplified by the law, relentlessly attacked Hou Yi.

The strongest is Di Jun.

Di Jun's cultivation had already reached the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm. In addition, he possessed the supreme treasure Zhutian Qingyun and the Hetu Luoshu, a combination of top-grade innate spiritual treasures. As soon as he entered the arena, he blasted the powerful Xing Tian away.

Intense solar fire raged and spread, its terrifying temperature scorching and distorting the void.

Scorched by the sun's true fire, the witch clan suffered heavy casualties.

In a short time, the Wu Clan, which had been evenly matched with the Demon Clan, was quickly defeated with the addition of Di Jun and others.

Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi, Kua Fu, Jiu Feng, and other great shamans had grim expressions as they desperately resisted the attacks from Di Jun and his group.

Pangu Temple.

The Six-Eared Macaque's eyes shone with divine light, piercing through endless time and space as it closely observed the great battle between the liches and demons.

Seeing that Di Jun and the others had made their move, the Wu Clan was in a weakened state. The Six-Eared Macaque's eyes gleamed: "If Taiyi hadn't attained enlightenment, with the strength of Di Jiang and the others, and the support of the formation, the Demon Clan would definitely not be a match for the Wu Clan!"

"Unfortunately, Dijiang and the others are currently tied down by Taiyi and cannot return to provide reinforcements. The Wu Clan is missing a top expert and is being suppressed by Dijun and the others!"

"Very well, it's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles. Today, I'll show you the strength of this Demon Emperor!"

Thinking of this, the Six-Eared Macaque twisted his neck, picked up his Heaven-Supporting Divine Cudgel, did a somersault in the air, and then soared away.

Before long, they arrived at the center of the battlefield. The Heaven-Supporting Divine Staff transformed into countless shadowy staffs, interrupting Di Jun's attack, which was suppressing Xing Tian and the others.

"Six Ears!"

"This is a great war between my demon race and the witch race. Why have you intervened?"

"Don't forget, you are also a demon!"

The attack was interrupted, and the dense battle law quickly annihilated his yang law. Di Jun looked at the approaching Six-Eared Macaque with a gloomy expression.

"Demon race?"

"Do you mean I should submit to you?"

"You dare to challenge me?"

"Today I will see just what abilities you, the Demon Emperor, truly possess! Come and fight!"

"Thirty-Six Heaven-Supporting Strike Techniques!"

The Six-Eared Macaque sneered, and the Heaven-Supporting Divine Staff in his hand burst forth with a dazzling light, transforming into a streak of light that rushed towards Di Jun.