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

Deep within the chaos, the five Chaos Rulers remained motionless.

They witnessed the intensity of the battle and the rate at which both sides were expending their strength.

In their view, the true form of Pangu was on par with Di Jun's saintly power, and if they continued to fight, they would inevitably suffer heavy losses.

When the five of them join forces, they will be able to annihilate the most powerful force in the prehistoric world in one fell swoop, and then take advantage of the situation to divide up the prehistoric world.

They were meticulously planning this scheme.

But what they didn't know was that they had already been exposed.

Di Jun and Taiqing Laozi have already reached a tacit understanding to join forces in secret.

The axe blade of Pangu's true form and the light of the pure Yang law are slowly adjusting their direction.

It's like an invisible net slowly being pulled in.

Meanwhile, the prey caught in the net remains completely unaware.

The battle continued for an unknown period of time.

The chaotic light of Pangu's true form began to dim at a visible speed, and the force of each swing of the axe was weaker than before.

Di Jun's saintly light was also gradually receding. The nine pure yang laws of the sun, which were initially dazzling, became dim and lifeless, as if they would be extinguished at any moment.

Both of them began to breathe erratically.

The twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones, the deities of law, were greatly depleted in the long battle, and Di Jun's magical power was gradually approaching the edge of exhaustion.

Finally, in the final collision, the illusory image of Pangu's true form and the pure Yang law exploded simultaneously.

The shockwave tore open a rift spanning billions of miles in the chaotic void, and chaotic energy poured out in all directions like a flood bursting its banks.

The illusory image of Pangu's true form collapsed in the explosion, transforming back into twelve beams of law and three beams of pure light, which returned to the bodies of the twelve ancestral witches and the three pure ones.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood essence, their auras weakening to the extreme.

Di Jun was not faring much better; the saintly light surrounding him was completely extinguished in the explosion.

His body flew backward through the chaos, smashing countless chaotic meteorites, and several hideous cracks appeared on his holy body.

Chaos returned to silence.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones sat cross-legged in the chaotic void, their bodies radiating a faint light of law, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Di Jun managed to steady himself, and the cracks on his body were slowly healing, but his weakness was not feigned.

In order to make this performance realistic enough, both sides must pay a real price.

Just then, the most elusive aura deep within the chaos finally couldn't hold back any longer.

The formless and colorless silence was suddenly torn apart, and an indescribable figure shot out from the depths of chaos.

It has no fixed form, appearing as a shadow of the void woven from countless threads of law.

Each thread of law exudes an eerie aura intertwined with "beginning" and "end".

His speed was extreme, and the power of a saint was unleashed without reservation, his target being Di Jun.

In His view, Di Jun was a saint with a body that was already exhausted, and was at his weakest and most vulnerable moment.

Once Dijun is defeated, the remaining twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones will be exhausted, and He will be able to take down the most powerful force in the prehistoric world in one fell swoop.

"They're here."

The voice of Taiqing Laozi echoed in Di Jun's sea of ​​consciousness. The voice was still calm as water, but it carried a hint of sharpness that was hard to hide.

Just as the void shadow was about to strike Di Jun, the extinguished saintly light around Di Jun suddenly reignited.

The light was even more intense than in its prime, and the pure Yang law condensed behind him into nine dazzling suns, illuminating the chaos within a radius of billions of miles as if it were daytime.

He wasn't actually injured to that extent; everything before was just an act.

At the same time, the illusory image of Pangu's true form also reformed.

This time, the process of condensing was many times faster than before.

The auras of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones were not truly weakened; they merely restrained the light of the laws to the extreme, creating the illusion that they were completely exhausted.

At this moment, twelve beams of light of law and three beams of pure light shot into the sky simultaneously, and the illusory image of Pangu's physical body and the illusory image of Pangu's primordial spirit merged into one in an instant.

The complete phantom of Pangu's true form once again stood tall and imposing, the phantom of Pangu's axe in his right hand drawing an arc that pierced through the ages in the chaos.

Di Jun's Nine Pure Yang Laws and Pangu's Axe, representing the true form of Pangu, simultaneously struck the void shadow.

Both sides went all out in this attack.

Di Jun unleashed his saintly power to its fullest extent, and Pangu's true form's illusory power of creation was also fully utilized.

The Void Shadow was struck head-on by these two world-destroying forces, and its body, woven from threads of law, twisted violently in the collision.

Countless threads of Dao Laws crumbled inch by inch under the dual crushing force of the Chaos Light and the Pure Yang Law.

A piercing scream echoed through the chaos, the pain and horror contained in the sound causing the other four Chaos Rulers to involuntarily take a few steps back.

The Void Shadow's body was mostly destroyed by the double blow, with only the core part of the Law Origin barely holding on.

He struggled with all his might to break free from the suppression of Di Jun and the illusory true form of Pangu. His figure transformed into an almost invisible afterimage in the chaos, and he fled into the depths of the chaos at an even faster speed than when he arrived.

In the chaotic void, only fragments of His shattered origin and a lingering trace of His Law remained.

Di Jun snorted coldly, and a beam of pure Yang law light shot out from his fingertip, silently attaching itself to the law origin of the fleeing void shadow.

At the same time, the chaotic light of Pangu's true form also left an extremely hidden mark on that ruler.

The tracking law formed by the power of the Father God can never be erased unless the other party can completely erase its own law origin.

This mark is not only for tracking, but also an anchor for locking onto targets.

If it is necessary to find this ruler again in the future, one only needs to use the power of creation of the true form of Pangu as a guide to cross the chaos and locate its location.

Deep within the chaos, the other four Chaos Rulers chose to flee almost at the same moment that the Shadow of the Void was severely injured.

They are not fools.

The "mutual destruction" between Di Jun and the illusory form of Pangu was a meticulously designed deception from beginning to end, with the aim of luring the snake out of its hole.

The current God of Amanomi has already paid a heavy price; staying here will only lead to the same fate.

The fiery white Thunder Throne was the first to disappear into the depths of chaos.

Pure light comes second, followed by the dark gold throne of heroes and the four-headed, four-armed figure of chaos.

The four Chaos Rulers retreated decisively and swiftly, without any hesitation.

Chaos returned to silence once more.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones withdrew their divine powers of law, and the illusory image of Pangu's true form transformed back into twelve beams of light of law and three beams of pure light, each returning to its original state.

Di Jun also withdrew the light of the saint, and the cracks on his holy body quickly healed under the nourishment of the pure yang law.

They exchanged a glance but neither spoke.

Di Jun turned around first, transforming into a golden beam of light that pierced through the chaotic void and flew towards the primordial world.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones, under the spatial laws of Emperor Jiang, simultaneously vanished into the void and disappeared into the depths of chaos.

Chaos knows no bounds, but neither side has the will to linger in it for long.

The primordial world has never truly faced a threat from chaos, and today's battle is merely the beginning of a long struggle.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones also needed to return to Buzhou Mountain as soon as possible to explain the situation to Pan Xuan and the gods.

The appearance of the Chaos Ruler suddenly escalated the struggle, which was originally just a contest over the ownership of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

After the father god Pangu separated heaven and earth, there has always been a natural barrier between the primordial world and chaos.

The scope of the Heavenly Dao Laws covers the boundaries of the primordial world. Although the Chaos Ruler covets the primordial world, he has never been able to break through this barrier.

But today, the simultaneous appearance of five Chaos Rulers at the edge of Chaos indicates that their covetousness for the Primordial World has reached a point where they may act at any moment.

More than ten streams of light flew out from the depths of chaos, passed through the edge of the starry sea, passed through the fierce winds of the nine heavens, and returned to the primordial land.

Above Mount Buzhou, the light of the Thirty-Three Heavens still shone brightly.

The gods and the Heavenly Army stood ready on the outskirts of the Thirty-Three Heavens, the atmosphere tense but neither side made the first move.

When Di Jun, along with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones, appeared in the sky, everyone's eyes were drawn to them.

As Di Jun landed, Taiyi and Kunpeng immediately went to meet him.

Pan Xuan then led the gods to greet the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones.

His gaze swept over Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Taiqing Laozi, and the others, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that none of them had suffered irreversible damage.

As soon as Zhu Rong landed, he started cursing: "Those cowardly turtles in the Chaos, once I've rested enough, I'm going to go to the Chaos and settle the score with them!"

Gonggong, unusually, did not argue, but simply nodded silently.

Dijiang and Taiqing Laozi walked side by side to Panxuan and briefly recounted everything that had happened in the chaos.

After listening, Pan Xuan remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"The ruler of chaos?"

His tone remained calm and composed, without the slightest hint of panic.

On the other side, Di Jun also informed Taiyi, Kunpeng, and Bai Ze about the situation in the chaos. Taiyi frowned, and the Chaos Bell hummed above his head.

Di Jun's gaze pierced through the layers of the thirty-three heavens, looking towards the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

He knew that the ownership of the Thirty-Three Heavens had not yet been resolved.

The threat of the Chaos Ruler has resurfaced, and the struggle between the Heavenly Court and the Divine Path will become even more complex.

But at least today, the two sides joined forces against the enemy in the chaos, proving that although there are grudges within the prehistoric world, they can still unite against external enemies.

This tacit understanding is perhaps more important than belonging to the Thirty-Three Heavens.