In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

Chapter 42 Dispersed in a Chaos (Part 2)

The world seemed to have been frozen in time.

The wind stopped blowing, the clouds stopped moving, and even the once raging fire of the sun froze at this moment.

All eyes, whether those of the powerful beings who came openly with Di Jun and Tai Yi, or those of the powerful beings of the primordial world who were secretly observing, were now fixed on the collapsed ancient divine mountain.

There, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing Taiyi's disheveled figure.

That's Taiyi!

Donghuang Taiyi, wielding the innate treasure Chaos Bell, is an absolute top-tier existence among quasi-saints. Just now, he stood on the clouds, regarding all living beings as ants and the Wu tribe as worthless weeds.

But now?

Just one strike.

There was no earth-shattering clash of spells, no flashy collision of supernatural powers. It was just Dijiang's seemingly casual palm strike, even through the Chaos Bell, an unparalleled defensive treasure, that sent Taiyi flying backward, coughing up blood and cracking his body.

The visual impact is even more unbelievable than the sky falling down.

"This—how is this possible?"

Bai Ze could no longer hold onto the feather fan, and it fell to the ground with a "thud".

"That's the Chaos Bell—that's a supreme innate treasure! Even a full-force attack from a quasi-saint of the same level might not be enough to make the bell ring, so why—why couldn't it withstand Di Jiang's palm strike?"

Not only Bai Ze, but also the Kunpeng Ancestor shrank back in fright, his originally sinister eyes now filled with terror.

He had seen it clearly just now: Dijiang's hand did not touch the physical form of the Chaos Bell at all, but seemed to have penetrated the dimensional limitations and acted directly on Taiyi's body.

"The Laws of Space—is this the terror of attaining the Primordial Golden Immortal realm through the Laws of Space?"

A storm raged within Kunpeng's heart; a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head. "Ignoring defense, targeting the very body—how can we possibly fight this?"

And in the center of the battlefield.

Dijiang withdrew his hand, his expression remaining indifferent.

He did not press his advantage to kill Taiyi, because he knew that although the palm strike had severely injured Taiyi, Taiyi would not die because of the protection of the Chaos Bell.

Dijiang's palm strike just now was like the clarion call to battle.

The other ancestral witches were all moved by this.

"Hahaha! You scruffy bird, you had a good time burning just now, didn't you? Come and taste your Grandpa Zhurong's fire!"

Zhu Rong let out a wild laugh, took a step forward, and the void beneath his feet was instantly melted by the intense heat.

He didn't use any magical artifacts; his entire being was like a human-shaped sun, engulfed in world-destroying flames, as he crashed fiercely into Di Jun.

"Hmph! Let the waters flood the heavens!"

Gonggong followed closely behind, waving his hands, and the once clear sky instantly turned pitch black. These were not dark clouds, but the manifestation of endless "Primordial Heavy Water." Each drop of water weighed a thousand jin (a unit of weight), and when gathered into a sea, it was enough to crush the heavens. The black waves roared, transforming into a ferocious water dragon, its massive jaws snapping open to bite Dijun.

Immediately afterwards, the Thunder Ancestral Witch Qiangliang roared, and billions of Purple Heaven Divine Lightning bolts exploded from the void, transforming into a thunderous inferno that blocked all of Di Jun's escape routes.

With a flick of his finger, the ancestral witch Ru Shou caused the Geng metal energy in the world to converge wildly, transforming into countless invisible swords, each carrying a sharp edge capable of cutting through all things, aimed directly at Di Jun's brow.

In an instant, the elements of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder, lightning, wind, rain, and weather—

Except for the Time Ancestral Witch Zhujiuyin, whose attack had not yet been made, the other Ancestral Witches' attacks poured down on Dijun like a storm.

Each attack contains the ultimate power of the laws.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Di Jun finally snapped out of his shock. Looking at the terrifying onslaught that swept in from all sides, his once dignified face instantly twisted and turned as pale as paper.

Even though he was a quasi-saint who had severed one of his corpses, and even though he was arrogant and unparalleled as an emperor, he still felt an unprecedented despair when faced with the siege of ten powerful opponents of the same level.

Moreover, these ancestral witches clearly did not follow the usual path!

"The River Chart and the Luo River Book! Block them!!!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Di Jun let out a hysterical roar.

He frantically formed hand seals, and his vast magical power, like a river bursting its banks, poured into the top-grade innate spiritual treasure in front of him without regard for the cost.

Buzz!

The Hetu and Luoshu shone brightly and soared into the sky.

At this moment, Lingbao seemed to come alive. Countless mysterious star runes flew out of the book, intertwining and evolving around Dijun.

In the blink of an eye, a dazzling galaxy appeared out of thin air and surrounded Di Jun.

Amidst the starry sky, mountains and rivers appear and disappear, and the sun, moon, and stars revolve, as if evolving into an independent little world.

Thanks to the power of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, this defense remains indestructible and can withstand the combined attack of several quasi-saints.

Seeing the starry river take shape, Di Jun felt slightly relieved, but a fierce look reappeared on his face.

However, his expression froze the next second.

"Is this your source of confidence?"

A clear, deep voice suddenly rang out from beyond the Milky Way.

That is Houtu.

She arrived barefoot, dressed in an earth-yellow palace gown.

Her movements were not fast, but with each step she took, the entire primordial land seemed to tremble.

Facing Di Jun's supposedly unparalleled Star River Barrier, Hou Tu did not use any fancy supernatural powers, but simply slowly raised her fair and jade-like fist.

"When the Father God created the heavens, he relied on the axe in his hand and the strength under his feet. He never borrowed any heavenly treasures."

Houtu's voice was calm, yet carried a suffocating sense of oppression: "Today, I will show you what the true form of Pangu is, and what it means to—break all laws with one force!"

The moment she finished speaking, Houtu threw a punch.

This punch was completely devoid of any special effects or visual effects; it was extremely simple and unadorned.

But the moment that punch was unleashed, the surrounding space collapsed into a black hole. A terrifying, indescribable pure physical power, amplified by the Law of Earth, transformed into a roaring, earth-yellow dragon.

This power is no longer just magic power, but a qualitative change that occurs after cultivating the physical body to its extreme!

This is the physical strength of a Primordial Golden Immortal!

This is a terrifying power capable of tearing apart magical artifacts with bare hands and treading on stars!

"Break for me!!!"

At the same time, the attacks from the ancestral witches Zhurong, Gonggong, and Qiangliang also arrived.

They seemed to be of one mind; all their attacks were focused on the point where Houtu's punch landed.

Ten distinct yet shared laws of power merged perfectly at this moment, forming a torrent powerful enough to destroy the world.

Rumble—!!!

The fist collided with the star barrier.

There was no stalemate.

There was no evenly matched contest.

A crisp "crack" was heard, not loud, but clearly carried for hundreds of millions of miles, making everyone's heart tremble.

Di Jun's proud Star River Barrier was like fragile glass before that pale fist, instantly covered with countless cracks.

"No—this is impossible! How could it not be stopped?!"

Di Jun stared in horror, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He could clearly see that the Hetu Luoshu was emitting a mournful wail, and the spiritual light on it was dimming at a visible speed.

That's a sign that the magic weapon itself is damaged!

"Nothing is impossible!"

Zhu Rong's arrogant face appeared outside the crack, grinning maliciously, "Shatter!"

With a low shout from Houtu, the force of her fist erupted once more.

boom!

The Milky Way exploded.

The countless star runes instantly shattered into specks of light and dissipated into the air.

The two supreme treasures, the Hetu and Luoshu, let out a mournful cry, lost all their light, and were violently sent flying.

Having lost the protection of his magical artifact, Di Jun was now like a peeled egg, naked and exposed to the terrifying attacks of the Ancestral Witches.

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the sky.

Di Jun was struck head-on by the raging torrent of laws, like a tattered rag doll. His extremely defensive Golden Crow Emperor Robe instantly turned to ashes, and his sturdy quasi-saint body became incredibly fragile at that moment.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and bones were shattered.

Di Jun coughed up blood, which was mixed with golden flames and shattered internal organs, scattering across the sky like a tragic rain of blood.

boom!

Di Jun's figure transformed into a golden meteor, flying backward at a speed countless times faster than when he arrived, and crashed heavily next to the ruins that Tai Yi had previously smashed down.

Another sacred mountain has collapsed.

The earth trembled violently, and dust blotted out the sun.

This time, the world was utterly silent.

If we can say that Taiyi was slapped away by Dijiang before because he was careless and underestimated his opponent, or that he was ambushed, then we can say that Taiyi was careless and underestimated his opponent.

Now, Di Jun unleashed his strongest defensive treasure and went all out, but the Ancestral Witches still managed to shatter his defenses head-on, leaving him in a state of near death.

This is a complete and utter crushing defeat!

This is the difference in absolute strength!

"Gurgle————"

Someone swallowed hard in the silent crowd.

The sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the battlefield.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the dozens of powerful beings from the primordial world who had originally come with Di Jun and Tai Yi, full of arrogance and ready to watch the show, now showed expressions of horror.

so horrible!

That's so brutal!

These aren't some barbarians who don't know the laws of divination! They're clearly a group of ancient ferocious beasts in human skin!

Can the physical body withstand an innate spiritual treasure?

A fist that shatters the defenses of the Hetu and Luoshu?

Is this even human?

"That—that—"

Cold sweat poured down Guiche's nine heads like rain. He stared at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who slowly turned around and turned their gaze towards him, his teeth chattering. "I—I suddenly remembered, there's still meat simmering in the pot at home, the fire hasn't gone out—I—I have to go back and check—"

Without even saying goodbye, he transformed into a streak of light, burning his life essence, and fled madly into the distance.

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

"Ah! Yes, yes, yes! It's my mother's birthday today, I'm just passing by!"

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! I don't know those two three-legged crows at all!"

"The Ancestral Witch's divine power is unparalleled! I am in awe! I will leave now! I will leave now!"

The powerful beings who had just come with Di Jun to watch the spectacle now wished they had two more legs. They didn't dare to even glance at Di Jun and Tai Yi in the ruins, and one by one they rushed to use their Blood Escape Techniques, wanting only to get as far away from these evil stars as possible.

Are you kidding me!

Even Di Jun and Tai Yi, who wielded supreme treasures, were beaten to a pulp. These ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth!

The Kunpeng Ancestor runs the fastest.

The moment Di Jun's defense shattered, he had already manifested his true form as the Kunpeng. With a flap of his wings, he traveled 90,000 miles and disappeared into the sky in an instant, without even daring to leave a single polite word.

Watching the rabble scatter like birds and beasts, Zhu Rong curled his lip, the flames in his hand dissipating, and said with a disdainful look, "Tch, a bunch of cowards. They ran faster than rabbits."

Dijiang did not pursue and kill those people.

They were just there to watch the show and didn't attack the witch clan; otherwise, none of them would have escaped today!

And in the void, far away from the battlefield.

Nuwa, Fuxi, Hongyun, and Zhenyuanzi, who had originally intended to lend a helping hand, stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes were now filled with shock and confusion.

Looking at the twelve figures in the distance, like demons, and feeling the pure, domineering aura emanating from them—an aura that transcended all things without relying on external objects—a deep-rooted belief in her heart began to waver.

"Brother—"

Nuwa's voice was somewhat hoarse. "We listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace. The Dao Ancestor taught us to sever the three corpses and entrust our good and evil obsessions to the innate spiritual treasures in order to attain the Dao and become quasi-saints, and finally merge with the Dao to become saints."

"But----"

Nuwa pointed to the twelve Ancestral Witches standing proudly between heaven and earth below, and to Di Jun and Tai Yi who had been beaten like dead dogs, "Fellow Daoist Di Jiang and the others insisted on their own way, did not understand the Heavenly Mandate, and did not listen to the Dao Ancestor's teachings, yet they beat Tai Yi and Di Jun, who had severed one of their corpses and ascended to Quasi-Sainthood, so badly—"

"Could it be that we've taken the wrong path?"

Fuxi fell silent.

He frantically tried to deduce the answer, but the results were chaotic.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Houtu's fist, which still exuded terrifying pressure, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes. He thoughtfully stroked the Earth Book in his sleeve: "Do not rely on external things, but seek within yourself—cultivate yourself into the strongest magic weapon, and imprint the laws into every inch of your flesh and blood—this may be the true way of the Great God Pangu."

Ancestor Hongyun also smiled bitterly: "As expected of the true lineage of Pangu, holding the Pangu inheritance, Fellow Daoist Dijiang and the others have been far stronger than us from the very beginning. The so-called orthodox sects of the Xuanmen and the so-called unorthodox sects—from today onwards, it seems that they will have to be redefined."

Seeing the powerful figures who had come with Di Jun disperse, Di Jiang and the others turned their gazes to the ruins of the battlefield.

"Cough cough—cough cough cough—"

Two bloodied and mangled figures struggled to crawl out of the rubble.

Di Jun and Tai Yi supported each other, their former imperial majesty long gone. Their hair was disheveled, they were covered in blood, and their spirits were utterly exhausted.

In particular, Di Jun's spirit was severely damaged after the Hetu Luoshu was forcibly broken, and he could not even stand steadily.

They looked up at the twelve towering figures in the distance, the contempt in their eyes long gone, replaced by deep fear and—an intense, unyielding resentment.

"Dijiang————"