Primordial Era: I, Yuan Hong, am solely focused on stability; humanity remains clear-headed

Chapter 297 Ancestral Witch Reincarnation? Sun God Fist!

"It is said that Western teachers do not care about appearances, and seeing it today, I can confirm that the saying is true."

"It is you, Ksitigarbha, who dares to covet my spiritual treasure. Do you think that just because you mentioned the name of the Western Sect, I will spare you?"

Yuan Hong stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as vast and distant as the starry sky, carrying a boundless and magnificent momentum. He was not afraid of the name of the Western Sect at all, but instead faced Ksitigarbha calmly, with a sense of looking down on him.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"

"Since that's the case, I'll have to experience your skills, fellow Daoist, and see what abilities you possess that allow you to speak so arrogantly."

Dizang narrowed his eyes and his face turned cold. He hadn't expected Yuan Hong to be so arrogant, not even bothering to put on a show.

Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say.

There is only one way out!

"boom!!"

Ksitigarbha unleashed a terrifying aura, his surging, ocean-like magical power shattering the boundless chaotic energy between heaven and earth, transforming the surrounding void into a pure and crystal-clear realm.

The Zen sound, vast and ancient, seemed to originate from nowhere, echoing the mysterious Dao of Heaven and Earth, and possessing unparalleled divine power capable of suppressing all demons, enlightening the mind, and shaking the soul.

Ksitigarbha formed several strange hand seals, creating a unique seal formation. This is one of the secret divine powers of the Western Sect, known as the Demon-Subduing Seal!

"Demon-Subduing Seal, suppress all demons!!"

His face was solemn and dignified, his hands forming a mudra as he slowly stepped forward, like an old monk pushing tea, but in reality, he contained immeasurable power.

In the void, the laws of heaven and earth fluctuated, and the vast magical power instantly mobilized a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth. Dominated by the will of Ksitigarbha, it formed a huge palm print that slammed towards Yuan Hong.

This palm print is enormous. Even ancient stars would appear as small as billiard balls before it, easily held in the hand and shattered with a gentle squeeze.

"Let me see just how powerful that top-grade innate spiritual treasure you just obtained really is."

Ksitigarbha stared intently at the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl floating in front of Yuan Hong, his eyes still filled with deep longing. At the same time, he kept a close eye on Yuan Hong's movements, wanting to see how this unfamiliar Quasi-Saint would respond.

He didn't expect to defeat an opponent of the same level with just one supernatural power; that was unrealistic. But at least he should be able to figure out what the opponent's fighting style was like.

After all, his attack was indeed powerful; he hadn't held back.

"Oh."

At this moment, Yuan Hong's form was not enlarged; in front of him, he looked like an ant.

He calmly watched the Demon-Subduing Palm attack, his expression serene and unperturbed, feeling no pressure whatsoever.

After all, Ksitigarbha's strength may not be weak, but he is ultimately only a quasi-saint in the early stage.

Not to mention that Yuan Hong's foundation was ridiculously strong, in terms of cultivation alone, he was superior to Dizang.

"It's rare for someone to bully others just because they have a higher cultivation level."

Yuan Hong chuckled, "There's nothing we can do about it. Who told Ksitigarbha to come knocking on our door?"

However, both are quasi-saints, and the gap between them is no longer as huge as that between quasi-saints and great Luo immortals. They are only one small realm apart, so they can be considered to be on the same level.

"Ksitigarbha, I don't need to use a primordial spiritual treasure to deal with you."

"If I use a magical treasure, then you will be the victor in this contest."

Yuan Hong said casually, his words filled with absolute confidence, his contempt for Dizang practically written on his face.

"furious!"

Even with his excellent self-control, Ksitigarbha couldn't help but feel angry. He was a quasi-saint, and a quasi-saint of the saintly lineage at that!

He was already being kind by not looking down on the other person, so how dare this guy belittle him like that? How could he dare?

Enraged, Ksitigarbha attacked even more fiercely, pouring his magical power into the Demon-Subduing Seal as if it were free, wishing he could kill Yuan Hong with a single blow.

After Yuan Hong finished speaking calmly, he stretched his arms slightly, as if he were stretching and loosening his muscles.

"boom!!!"

An incredibly terrifying surge of blood energy erupted from the top of his head, shooting straight into the sky and transforming into a cloud of blood-red smoke that swept across the starry heavens!

The scorching and domineering blood energy transformed the boundless void into a furnace, scattering large swaths of golden Buddhist light. It was even more domineering than Ksitigarbha's aura, and began to indiscriminately crush the entire universe.

Furthermore, this energy and blood contained a rich starlight, which draped over Yuan Hong's body, making him appear even more dreamlike and ethereal, highlighting him as an unparalleled deity born from among the stars.

Yuan Hong unleashed the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, recklessly expressing the power of his physical body. He breathed in harmony with heaven and earth, and boundless primordial energy surged forth, flowing into his body and into the 365 black hole-like acupoints.

Within each of these acupoints resides a physical deity, each performing its own function. They inhale the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into surging divine power that merges into Yuan Hong's body. They also mobilize all of Yuan Hong's strength, completely unleashing it into a single force, making his aura more domineering than ever before, and even more dazzling and imposing than before.

Ever since refining the Zhou Tian Star Pill and opening up the Zhou Tian acupoints, Yuan Hong has been eager to fight with all his might, to test his power and the many abilities he has gained.

Each star god has its own unique characteristics. They may not be too strong, but when combined with Yuan Hong's already extremely powerful blood and qi, they are definitely not weak.

"Such strong qi and blood, how is that possible?!"

"Could this guy be from the ancient witch clan? Which ancestral witch is he a reincarnation of?"

Upon sensing Yuan Hong's presence, Dizang's expression changed slightly, indicating that something was amiss!

Good heavens, such qi and blood is truly astounding; he has never seen anything comparable to it in his entire life!

Of course, if the golden body of a saint were to display its power, it would naturally be even stronger, but that would be on another level, and Ksitigarbha had never seen it before.

At least at the Quasi-Saint level, Ksitigarbha had never seen such powerful and domineering blood energy.

He himself also practiced the Golden Body Secret Method of the Western Sect, and his physical body was not weak. He had seen even stronger ones, but those who reached Yuan Hong's level could only remind him of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the past!

However, all twelve ancestral witches have names and surnames, so where is there an ancestral witch named Yuan Hong?

Those ancestral witches had personalities, paths, and auras that were completely different from others, and no one could impersonate them.

After all, putting everything else aside, just by looking at their primordial spirits, one can tell that the Twelve Ancestral Witches are clearly outcasts. Not only are their appearances peculiar, but most importantly, they lack primordial spirits, which is why they are ostracized by many powerful beings.

However, Yuan Hong possessed a primordial spirit, the aura of which could be sensed from the very beginning.

"Ksitigarbha, take my punch."

Yuan Hong ignored what Dizang thought. A dazzling golden light flashed in his left eye, as if a golden crow spirit was crying out. It suddenly rushed out and merged with Yuan Hong, swirling around his fist.

"Sun God Fist!!"

(End of this chapter)