Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 65 How could a great calamity be without calamity energy?

However, no one laughed at them, because this was a worship of the great god Pangu.

Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches showed no mockery, only an arrogant pride.

That's right, their Twelve Ancestral Witches' grand formation can summon the true form of Pangu.

"Dijun, how are you feeling?"

Dijiang stood proudly beneath the true form of Pangu.

Di Jun has recovered, and his Small Heavenly Star Array is comparable to Pangu's true form.

This is truly a case of a small fry compared to a big fish.

"I never expected it to actually be a killing formation."

Di Jun felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. If he were in the Thirty-Third Heaven, he might be able to put up a fight if he used the true Innate Star Array.

But that's definitely not possible right now.

However, he will not admit defeat.

"It's just a mere Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation."

"Come!"

Di Jun wanted to shout for Pangu to come, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Good, you've got guts!"

Di Jun refused to surrender, which suited Di Jiang's temperament, and he praised him.

"Then let me show you the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

"superior!"

Boom~~

Pangu's true form moved.

He raised the axe in his hand.

Crackling sound~~

Before the axe had even been swung, the mere power it exuded caused the Small Heavenly Cycle Star Array, enhanced by the power of the stars, to show signs of breaking.

puff~

The Great Demon Master Gan, who was in a key position in the formation, was severely injured.

In an instant, chaos ensued, and the formation could no longer be maintained.

"Brother."

Taiyi's Eastern Emperor Bell hummed incessantly, his face as white as paper.

The sermon star chart was also swaying.

The axe in Pangu's true form was raised a few inches higher, increasing its power even further.

Clang! Bang!

Even Di Jun could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees.

"The demon race surrenders!"

Di Jun no longer hesitated.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is too terrifying to be truly attacked.

They couldn't bear it just by lifting the axe.

Di Jun was worried that if he didn't admit defeat, it would cause irreparable damage to the Ten Demon Generals.

Wow~~

As Di Jun conceded defeat, Pangu Mausoleum exploded.

The demon race, undoubtedly the strongest force in the primordial world, actually lost to the witch race.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were taken aback.

"No, you can't give up!"

Dijiang's eyes widened. "You haven't even seen the power of my axe yet, how can you admit defeat?"

Di Jun was speechless. If you really managed to chop me out, I wouldn't be able to live anymore.

Their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the referee, Nuwa.

Nuwa flashed onto the stage and looked at Dijiang.

"The demon race has conceded defeat. The witch race wins."

Logically speaking, Nuwa should be considered the younger sister of Dijiang.

But Dijiang really didn't dare to yell at Nuwa.

He nodded immediately.

"Okay, as long as we win."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Then, in the next Yuanhui, my Wu Clan will occupy most of the pastures. And because the pastures were discovered late, the blood food raised by my Wu Clan on the pastures cannot be counted in the Yuanhui blood food compensation to your Demon Clan."

Dijiang finalized the deal directly.

"That's natural."

Di Jun responded with a displeased expression, then led the Ten Demon Generals and Taiyi off the arena.

No matter how unwilling you are, you have to accept defeat.

Upon hearing the satisfactory reply, Dijiang waved his hand, and the twelve ancestral witches dispersed.

Pangu's true form also disintegrated.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Great God Pangu!"

All the innate deities knelt in worship.

"Who else?"

Dijiang didn't rush down. Instead, he held his magic wand in one hand and looked down at the innate saints below the arena.

It seems like Pangu's true form is about to reappear.

The Father God favored their ancestral witches so much that he really wanted to unleash that axe to see its power.

The innate saints below the arena looked at each other.

They really wanted to go up on stage and have a friendly competition, but if it was against the Wu Clan, then forget it.

That axe is absolutely terrifying; we must never fight the Witch Clan.

"Go down."

Houtu is the only one who didn't become arrogant. Although she was very proud, she was intelligent.

Thus, the first fair competition came to a close.

Hongjun, who had been keeping a close eye on the Wu and Yao clans at Zixiao Palace, was taken aback.

"The First Lich War is over!?"

His tone was both certain and doubtful.

He wanted to speed up the Lich War, but how could it end so quickly?

Hongjun looked at the primordial world.

Where is the aura of calamity? How could there be no aura of calamity?

Surely not a single living being died in the first Lich War?

Hongjun was completely baffled and wanted to investigate Buzhou Mountain himself, but he was also worried that Pangu might have left behind some hidden tricks there.

"Fortunately, the demon race's fortunes remain strong, and Di Jun and Tai Yi did not perish."

Hongjun looked at the fortunes of the Wu and Yao races.

"No calamity energy was generated this time, so Qing Yi must have done something."

"As long as the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun, and Tai Yi are safe, the Witch and Demon races will inevitably have a second war sooner or later."

"Once a fight breaks out, you won't have a choice."

The first war between the Lich King and the Lich King was strange, but compared to the previous ones, Hongjun was much more at ease.

Conflicts are bound to erupt sooner or later. It's impossible for Qingyi to mediate every time, especially at Buzhou Mountain.

"The most important thing next is the birth of a sage."

"The Primordial Purple Qi in Qingyi's hand should have been bestowed upon Nuwa as well, right?"

"When the sages appear, how can Qing Yi alone stop so many sages?"

Hongjun hoped that Laozi and the others would become saints as soon as possible.

Once one becomes a saint, one becomes subject to the laws of Heaven, and Qingyi alone cannot take care of everything.

Thinking of this, Hongjun turned his gaze to Laozi and Yuanshi.

Laozi and Yuanshi are still in the innate formation they discovered.

It was only because Hongjun intervened that they had this opportunity.

"Haha, elder brother, now we have enough spiritual treasures for slaying corpses."

Yuanshi held two mid-grade innate spiritual treasures in his hands.

"I knew it! We were born from the primordial spirit of Pangu, how could we not even have this much luck?"

There are actually four mid-grade innate spiritual treasures in this great formation.

Now, Yuanshi no longer dares to hope to use a superior or top-grade innate spiritual treasure to sever his corpse.

He only wanted to quickly sever his corpse and then become a saint.

Even if the Primordial Golden Immortal is stronger by then, so what?

In addition to each person receiving two spiritual treasures, there are also many healing spiritual roots inside.

After exhausting the spiritual roots within, Yuanshi's legs had recovered.

However, his cultivation level was somewhat unstable, and his injuries were still too severe.

"Consolidate your realm as soon as possible."

Lao Tzu held the two innate spiritual treasures, his face expressionless.

He didn't obtain a single spiritual root from this great formation; it was as if he had planned it all out perfectly, just enough for Yuanshi to heal his injuries.

Moreover, he was not satisfied with using a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure to slay the corpse.

But there was nothing they could do.

"Does this mean my luck is only limited to this?"

Lao Tzu's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. He didn't believe that there were few beings in the primordial world who could compare to him in terms of origin.

If even they can only obtain mid-grade innate spiritual treasures, then who else is qualified to obtain high-grade innate spiritual treasures?

Almost everyone on Buzhou Mountain possesses a top-grade spiritual treasure; he doesn't believe that all the top-grade spiritual treasures in the entire prehistoric world have been obtained by those people on Buzhou Mountain.

"Reaching for the Heavens—"

Lao Tzu thought of Tongtian, perhaps because Tongtian's departure had divided their fortunes.

"Moreover, we were not the first beings in the primordial world. Not counting the early ferocious beasts, there were also the dragon, phoenix, and qilin clans."

"Could it be that the remaining high-grade spiritual treasures have all been obtained by these three clans?"

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