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

The two innate treasures broke free from their owner's control, but they were not forcibly taken away by external forces.

They sensed the call of the phantom of Pangu and flew toward it on their own.

The Tai Chi symbol transformed into a black and white interwoven halo of light.

It landed in the void held by the phantom's right hand, transforming into the back of a giant axe.

On the back of the axe, the two energies of Yin and Yang flowed endlessly, and the alternation of black and white seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the unity and opposition of all things in the universe.

The Pangu Banner transformed into a pillar of chaotic light, landing in the void held by the phantom's right hand, and turning into an axe handle.

On the axe handle, chaotic energy surged endlessly, perfectly blending with the yin and yang energies on the axe back.

The axe back and handle are integrated, and the outline of a giant axe, the Pangu Axe, appears prominently in the phantom's right hand.

Although it was just an outline, and not yet fully solidified, the aura emanating from the giant axe already made everyone in the hall tremble.

That was the power that created the world, the sharp edge that cleaved through chaos, the embodiment of the most primordial power of the Father God.

However, the position of the axe blade remains vacant.

The Pangu Axe consists of three parts.

The back of the axe is a Taiji diagram, the handle is the Pangu Banner, and the blade is the Chaos Bell.

However, the Chaos Bell is not in the hands of the Three Pure Ones, but in the hands of Taiyi on the Sun Star.

The Sun Star, the Golden Crow Palace.

Taiyi sat cross-legged in the hall, with the Chaos Bell floating above his head and slowly rotating, the chaotic runes on the bell shimmering with soft light.

He was practicing his daily cultivation, his mind closely connected with the Chaos Bell.

However, at the very moment the illusory image of Pangu merged with its physical form, the Chaos Bell trembled violently.

That was not a warning of an attack from an external enemy, nor was it a reaction initiated by Taiyi; rather, it was a tremor originating from the very essence of the bell.

Chaos Bell seemed to sense a call from a distant place.

The chaotic runes on the bell lit up simultaneously, their light more than a hundred times brighter than usual.

An unimaginably powerful pulling force erupted from the depths of the bell, dragging the Chaos Bell about to break through the air.

Taiyi's expression changed drastically in an instant.

He could clearly feel the Chaos Bell resisting his control.

The feeling was like an ancient behemoth that had recognized its master suddenly hearing the call of its true master, desperately trying to break free of its reins and return to its master's side.

The Chaos Bell has never experienced such violent fluctuations before.

Back then at the Undying Volcano, Pan Xuan almost dropped the Treasure-Dropping Coin, and the Chaos Bell only trembled for a moment before he retrieved it.

But this time it's different. This time it's Chaos Bell struggling, yearning, and responding to a call it can't refuse.

"Place your order!"

Taiyi formed hand seals and poured his mid-stage Quasi-Saint level magical power into the Chaos Bell without reservation.

The true fire of the sun burned fiercely around him, and the golden flames illuminated the entire Golden Crow Palace as if it were daytime.

The Chaos Bell trembled violently above his head, its body emitting a buzzing vibration.

The trembling sound carried an emotion that Taiyi had never felt before: longing, struggle, and yearning for some kind of shared power.

Taiyi gritted his teeth and layered his magic power onto the Chaos Bell, trying to suppress the pulling force.

But the Chaos Bell struggled more and more violently, the runes on the bell flickered, and the chaotic energy in the bell's mouth surged wildly, as if it would break through the sky at any moment.

"Taiichi!"

Di Jun's voice came from outside the palace.

The gates of the Golden Crow Palace were pushed open with a single palm strike, and Emperor Jun, dressed in a golden robe, strode in.

The Hetu and Luoshu were unfolded before him, with the Yin and Yang energies and the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams complementing each other.

Di Jun immediately noticed the abnormality of the Chaos Bell and realized that Taiyi was about to be unable to suppress it.

"What's going on?" Di Jun asked in a deep voice.

"have no idea!"

Taiyi's voice carried a rare hint of anxiety, "It suddenly started moving on its own, as if it was being summoned by something."

"I can't control it. The pulling force is too strong. It's not an external force; it's the Chaos Bell responding on its own!"

Di Jun's expression was solemn.

The Chaos Bell is one of the three treasures created at the beginning of time. It is a primordial treasure transformed from the blade of Pangu's axe.

There is only one possibility in the entire primordial world that could make it tremble on its own.

The forces that share its origin are calling to it.

The Pangu Banner, or the Taiji diagram.

What exactly are the Three Pure Ones doing?

But now is not the time for speculation.

If the Chaos Bell were to fly away, not only would the Heavenly Court lose its supreme treasure for suppressing destiny, but Taiyi's combat power would also be greatly diminished. This bell must not be lost.

"The River Chart and the Luo River Writing, suppress them!"

Di Jun let out a low shout, and the Hetu and Luoshu were simultaneously unfurled. The Yin and Yang energies and the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams transformed into a giant net that covered the sky, enveloping the Chaos Bell and Taiyi together.

Di Jun did not choose to forcibly suppress it with the power of the Yin and Yang.

Instead, the power of the Hetu Luoshu was integrated into Taiyi's magic power, using the power of deduction to assist Taiyi in finding the root cause of the Chaos Bell's anomaly.

The Yin and Yang energies on the Hetu diagram resonated subtly with the chaotic runes on the Chaos Bell, while the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams on the Luoshu diagram began to frantically deduce the source of the Chaos Bell's anomalies.

"It is the power of Pangu."

Di Jun's voice was deep and urgent, "The aura of the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner is resonating with the Chaos Bell."

Something must have happened at Sanqing.

They might be summoning the power of Pangu, or worse, they might be doing something that requires the gathering of the three treasures of creation.

"The power of Pangu?"

Taiyi gritted his teeth and poured his last bit of magic power into the Chaos Bell. "What do they want Pangu's power for? Is it related to the Wu Clan?"

"I don't know." Di Jun frowned. "But whatever they want to do, the Chaos Bell cannot be lost."

I will use the power of the Hetu and Luoshu, along with the stars of the heavens, to help you suppress it. Keep your mind steady and do not confront the Chaos Bell head-on.

Guide it with its power, and let it slumber.

Di Jun clasped his hands together, and countless starlight surged from the Hetu Luoshu, the power of the Zhou Tian Star Array.

The stellar power of the three hundred and sixty-five celestial main stars converged into the Golden Crow Palace through the grand formation, forming a dense net of starlight that firmly enveloped the Chaos Bell.

Di Jun did not forcibly sever the connection between the Chaos Bell and that summons.

That would be tantamount to resisting the power of Pangu, something the Heavenly Court simply cannot do with its current resources.

He used the power of the stars in the heavens as a buffer to absorb and dissolve the tremors of the Chaos Bell layer by layer, just as he used softness to overcome hardness, slowly calming down a raging ancient beast.

The tremors of the Chaos Bell finally began to weaken, the runes on the bell stopped flashing wildly, and the impulse to break through the air was also canceled out as it weakened layer by layer.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Taiyi poured his magic power back into the Chaos Bell, layer upon layer, like weaving a giant cocoon, tightly wrapping the Chaos Bell.

The Chaos Bell finally quieted down.

But Taiyi knew that it was not truly asleep.

The pulling force deep within the bell still exists, but it is suppressed by the power of the Hetu Luoshu and the Zhou Tian Xing Dou.

Once the external force is removed, the Chaos Bell will erupt again.

"Brother," Taiyi's voice carried a rare hint of weariness, "what on earth is the Three Pure Ones doing?"

Di Jun retrieved the Hetu Luoshu, his face as solemn as frost: "No matter what they are doing, it must be related to the Wu Clan."

The Chaos Bell had never moved so strangely before, and the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner had never been activated at the same time.

"The combined power of Pangu's three treasures, besides creating heaven and earth, I can't think of anything else that would require them to appear simultaneously."

His gaze pierced through the dome of the Golden Crow Palace, looking towards the direction of Mount Buzhou. "Something must have happened on Mount Buzhou."

But what exactly it is, we cannot perceive. The secrets of heaven are shrouded in mystery.

Taiyi stood up, and the Chaos Bell was returned to his body, but his right hand remained pressed on his dantian, ready to suppress the Chaos Bell's abnormal movements at any time.

Inside the Pangu Hall.

At the same moment the Chaos Bell began to move, the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches sensed it.

They are the summoners of the phantom of Pangu, and their connection with the phantom is as close as silk.

When the outline of the Pangu Axe in the phantom's hand takes shape.

An invisible summoning force emanated from the gap in the axe blade, piercing through the barrier of the Pangu Palace, through the fierce winds of the Nine Heavens, through the vast starry sea, and reaching the Chaos Bell on the Sun Star.

That was the Father God's call to the axe blade, the instinctive desire for the three treasures of creation to be gathered together.

But soon, that summoning power was suppressed by another force.

The power of the River Chart and Luo Book, the power of the stars in the Zhou Tian Star Array, and the full suppression of Emperor Jun and Taiyi.

"The Chaos Bell has been suppressed."

Taiqing Laozi spoke slowly, his tone still calm, but a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

"With the combined power of Emperor Jun and Taiyi, and by borrowing the power of the Zhou Tian Star Array, the Chaos Bell was suppressed. The axe blade could not return to its place."

Pan Xuan stood in the center of the hall, his expression calm.

He knew that the Chaos Bell was in Taiyi's hands, and he also knew that Dijun and Taiyi would not easily let go of it.

However, he did not allow the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones to forcibly summon the Chaos Bell.

That would be tantamount to announcing to the entire starry sky that the Wu Clan had joined forces with the Three Pure Ones.

The time is not right. The most important thing right now is not to reclaim the Chaos Bell, but to use the illusory image of the Father God to explore the Heavenly Dao.

"It's alright," Pan Xuan said. "The Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner have been returned to their positions, and the outline of the Pangu Axe has been completed."

Although the Chaos Bell is missing, the power of the Father God's phantom is sufficient to complete the investigation. Continue the fusion.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones once again unleashed their full power.

The fusion of Pangu's physical body and his primordial spirit has entered its final stage.

The moment the two illusory figures completely merged into one, everything in the hall froze.

It was an absolute silence that transcended time and space.

The laws ceased to operate, the light ceased to flow, and even the heartbeat of Pangu seemed to freeze for a moment.

In that profound silence, the Pangu Palace began to tremble.

It wasn't the kind of tremor that shakes the earth, but a deeper, more fundamental tremor.

The palace walls, formed from the heart of Pangu, seemed to come alive at this moment. Every texture radiated a warm and ancient light, and every pulse resonated with the blood of everyone in the palace.

The essence and blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were boiling, the primordial spirits of the Three Pure Ones were surging, and Pan Xuan's righteous energy was cheering.

All the descendants of the Father God felt the same emotion at this moment.

It was excitement, joy, and an instinctive response to the return of the Father God's power.

In Buzhou Mountain, all the members of the Wu tribe stopped what they were doing without prior agreement.

The clansmen who were absorbing evil energy in the secret cultivation area opened their eyes.

The tribesmen who were practicing combat on the training ground laid down their weapons.

The clansmen who were carrying the spiritual materials stopped in their tracks.

The clansmen on patrol looked back toward the direction of the Pangu Temple.

They didn't know what was happening, but they sensed it.

An inexplicable excitement surged from the depths of their blood, making their essence boil and their hearts pound wildly.

It wasn't fear, nor vigilance, but a sense of intimacy that came from the depths of one's blood.

It was as if an ancient, untraceable voice was calling to them.

The great shamans such as Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi, and Kua Fu felt the effects even more intensely.

They knelt on one knee, placed their right fist against their chest, and bowed deeply towards the direction of the Pangu Temple.

The divine law between their brows shone with an unprecedented light, echoing the phantom of the Father God in the Pangu Palace.

Kuafu raised his head, and his usually carefree eyes were now filled with tears.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he felt his whole body trembling, as if he were witnessing some kind of great birth.

Inside the Pangu Hall.

Pan Xuan slowly raised his head and looked at the illusory image of Pangu that had been fully fused.

The phantom stood tall and imposing, radiating a light that blended chaos and wisdom. Its right hand held the outline of Pangu's axe, while its left hand rested lightly in front of it.

The phantom's features remained blurry, but everyone could sense that it was "watching" them.

"Father God." Pan Xuan uttered these two words softly, then turned to the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones.

"The union of spirit and body has been achieved. Next, we will use the power of the Father God to explore the Heavenly Dao and sever those things that should not exist."