Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

The ruler flew out silently, but burst forth with a dazzling purple-gold light the instant it left the hand.

The light of Xuanhuang merit transformed into a purple-gold light curtain, upon which flowed countless intricate runes, each rune a manifestation of merit.

The light screen unfolded in front of Pan Xuan, like an indestructible shield of merit, blocking the shockwave of the Chaos Bell.

boom--!

The two forces collided head-on.

The sound of the Chaos Bell is the echo of the primordial laws at the beginning of creation, while the light of merit from the Primordial Measuring Ruler is a later crystallization.

Innate and acquired, chaos and merit, two completely different yet equally vast forces were fiercely tearing each other apart in mid-air.

The light of Xuanhuang merit and the chaotic sound waves devoured and annihilated each other, and the shockwaves spread in all directions, blowing away a layer of rocks at the edge of the Undying Volcano.

The ground within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was as if it had been wiped by an invisible giant hand. Rocks shattered, hot springs evaporated, and sulfurous fumes were blown away, revealing the crimson lava flow below.

Pan Xuan used the force of the recoil to retreat rapidly.

His figure floated backward as lightly as a falling leaf, seemingly slow but actually extremely fast, barely avoiding the coverage of the giant Yin-Yang net of the Hetu Luoshu.

The giant Yin-Yang net brushed past the edge of his robes, the Yin-Yang laws on the net rubbing against the righteous energy around him, making a hissing sound, but ultimately it failed to cover him.

At the same time, the Righteous Qi Technique was fully activated.

A burst of purplish-gold light erupted around him, the light condensing and not dissipating, forming an indestructible protective aura around him.

Countless golden runes flowed across the surface of the protective aura, interlocking to form a perfect defensive system.

The Kunpeng's razor-splitting claws gripped the qi, producing a piercing sound like metal clashing, so sharp it seemed to pierce eardrums.

The eerie light from the claw tip clashed fiercely with the righteous purple-gold light, distorting and deforming space at the point of clash between the two forces, yet it failed to penetrate the space in one strike.

But the three men's attacks were like a storm, giving Pan Xuan no chance to catch his breath.

Tai's fighting spirit intensified at the sight of it.

Pan Xuan's act of blocking Chaos Bell's attack was, in his view, not a retreat, but a provocation.

He activated the Chaos Bell, and the bell rang once more.

This time, the bell's sound was even deeper and more resonant than the first. Chaotic runes flowed wildly across the bell's surface, and the sound transformed into a more robust chaotic sound wave than before.

Where the sound waves passed, the air was compressed into a visible white shockwave, like a chaotic dragon roaring and rushing towards Pan Xuan.

Di Jun remained calm, his hand seals changing rapidly.

The Hetu and Luoshu diagrams tumbled in the air, and the giant Yin-Yang net suddenly contracted, with its edges and center closing towards Panxuan at the same time, like a fishing net that was closing up.

At the same time, countless Yin-Yang runes appeared on the Hetu Luoshu, arranging themselves into a Bagua pattern in the air, sealing off space from all directions, distorting the laws of space, and preventing Pan Xuan from having any chance of escape.

The Kunpeng's body, obscuring the sky, hovered in the air.

His true form was so enormous that each flap of his wings stirred up air currents over a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

Instead of attacking with his claws, he flapped his wings repeatedly, creating a storm of wind blades.

Each wind blade was hundreds of feet long, bluish-gray in color, with eerie light from spatial rifts shimmering at its edges. It poured down from the sky like a torrential rain, completely covering the area where Pan Xuan was located.

Each dive carried the overwhelming force of Mount Tai, and the shadow of the Kunpeng's true form enveloped the earth as if the end of the world had arrived.

Pan Xuan's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was racing.

The cultivation levels of the three people opposite him emerged in his mind one by one.

Di Jun, a mid-stage Quasi-Saint, has reached the pinnacle of the power of the True Sun Fire, and his mastery of the Hetu and Luoshu is unfathomable.

Taiyi is also at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, and with the Chaos Bell in hand, his combat power may even surpass that of Dijun.

Although Kunpeng has not fully revealed his cultivation, he is highly regarded by Dijun and was able to join the Heavenly Court as the strategist as the Lord of the Northern Underworld.

He is at least at the peak of the early stage of Quasi-Saint, and may even have reached the threshold of the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

Three Quasi-Saints were fighting against him, a mere early-stage Primordial Golden Immortal.

This situation is a dead end for anyone.

He couldn't hold out against them head-on, but Pan Xuan knew very well that his goal wasn't to win, but to stall for time.

His divine sense had already transmitted the message back to Buzhou Mountain through the Starry Divine Seal.

The Starry Sky Divine Seal's transmission speed surpasses all other escape lights; it should have received the message almost instantly upon its transmission from Mount Buzhou.

He knew the strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches better than anyone else.

Dijiang's spatial speed is unparalleled in the primordial world, and Zhujiuyin's time laws are unpredictable. If either of them arrives, the situation will be completely reversed.

All he has to do now is hold on.

The Righteous Qi Technique keeps him in peak condition at all times.

Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms.

Once the righteous energy is activated, it can continuously communicate with the righteous energy of heaven and earth.

May his mind always be clear as a mirror, and his magical power always remain at its peak, undisturbed by any negative emotions or fatigue.

Under the influence of righteous spirit, every judgment he made was as precise as a ruler, and every dodge was just right.

The image of the illusory and monstrous Dharma of merit appeared behind him.

The Dharma image was about a hundred feet tall, its entire body was purple-gold, and its face was exactly the same as Pan Xuan's, but even more majestic and compassionate.

A golden halo of merit hangs behind the Buddha's head, reflecting the figures of countless beings.

Golden light of merit intertwined with primordial energy to form a vast scroll. As the scroll unfolded, it depicted mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, and all living beings, like a miniature primordial world.

The nine-clawed golden dragon, a deity of law, hovered above his head.

The golden dragon's entire body was interwoven with purple and gold, and each dragon scale was engraved with divine runes of law. Purple and gold light flowed endlessly in the dragon's eyes, reflecting the scene of the entire battlefield.

A dragon's roar resounded, shaking the heavens. The aura of a Primordial Golden Immortal in the early stage erupted at this moment, directly confronting the auras of the three Quasi-Saints.

The Primordial Measuring Ruler, like a nimble dragon, swirled around him.

The fundamental principles of the measuring ruler are "rules" and "measurement," enabling it to accurately measure the length, weight, strength, and distance of everything in the universe.

With the blessing of this law, Pan Xuan was able to accurately judge the strength, direction, and landing point of each attack, and find the smallest gap in the siege of three quasi-saints.

The bell of chaos tolled loudly.

Pan Xuan did not take the hit head-on.

He slightly turned his body, tilted the Measuring Ruler, and the Xuanhuang Merit Light on the ruler brushed past the Chaos Sound Wave, diverting its power and causing it to blast towards the Undying Volcano behind him.

The sound waves struck the volcano's walls, creating a massive crater tens of thousands of feet wide. Debris flew everywhere, and lava spewed out, but Pan Xuan himself only absorbed less than 30% of the aftershocks.

The giant net of yin and yang came from the left.

Pan Xuan waved the measuring ruler, its tip touching a node in the giant net.

The measurement principles of the measuring rod allowed him to see the weakest point of intersection between Yin and Yang energies on the giant net.

The power of the Xuanhuang Merit at the tip of the ruler pierced precisely into that node, breaking the balance between Yin and Yang energies, and causing a brief disturbance in one corner of the giant net.

Pan Xuan swayed and slipped through the chaotic gaps, once again avoiding the giant net's grasp.

The wind blades of the Kunpeng poured down like a torrential rain.

This time, there's no escaping it.

Pan Xuan pushed his righteous energy to its limit, and his purple-gold protective aura suddenly thickened. The wind blades collided with the aura, producing a dense clang of metal against metal.

Each wind blade left a tiny crack in the protective energy, but the righteous energy was inexhaustible, and the crack was repaired as soon as it appeared.

Pan Xuan's figure swayed slightly in the wind and rain, the light wheel beneath his feet flickering, but he eventually steadied himself.

Every dodge was incredibly close, and every parry was perfectly timed.

His figure weaved through the three attackers, like a small boat bobbing up and down in a stormy sea.

It seemed like it could capsize at any moment, but it always found a gap in the waves at the most critical moment.