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

At the core of the domain, a divine realm constructed from the power of laws floats.

The boundaries of the divine realm are woven from invisible threads of law.

The threads had a very faint, chaotic color, almost imperceptible to the naked eye due to the veil of chaotic energy.

However, under the illumination of Di Jun's saintly light and the chaotic light of Pangu's true form, their existence could not be concealed.

Each thread of law exudes a strange aura intertwined with "beginning" and "end," an aura that is extremely unique.

It is unlike any law system in the primordial world, and also unlike the laws of the other four rulers in the chaos.

His laws are more like a "pure existence," the oldest source that existed before all laws were born, the most savage and primitive primordial law in chaos.

At the core of the divine realm, threads of law intertwined to form a massive vortex of law.

Deep within the vortex, a dim, unseen figure struggles frantically.

It is none other than the God of Heavenly Minamoto.

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His void shadow was now weaker than it had been during the Chaos War.

After being bombarded by the primordial power of Pangu's true form and the pure Yang law of Di Jun, most of the original law was shattered, with only the core part barely maintaining itself.

Those shattered fragments of laws were scattered throughout the divine realm. Some had been eroded beyond recognition by the chaotic energy, while others were still faintly glowing.

There are other deities in the divine realm.

The dozens of followers, with varying levels of cultivation and different appearances, exuded the same aura of law as the main god of the heavens, clearly followers that He created or subdued during His long years in chaos.

But at this moment, these followers are fleeing in panic.

The threads of divine law extended in all directions like living things, transforming into a giant spider web that captured, entangled, and dragged the followers one by one towards the core vortex of law.

He is absorbing the gods of the divine realm, sacrificing all his followers in exchange for his own rapid recovery.

When Pan Xuan and Di Jun's auras appeared on the outer edge of the Divine Realm, the void shadow at the core of the Divine Realm suddenly looked up.

His perception penetrated the barrier of the divine realm's laws and saw the more than ten approaching auras.

He recognized Di Jun's aura.

The master of that pure Yang law was none other than the Primordial Saint who had severely injured Him in the chaos last time.

He also recognized the aura of Pangu's true form and phantom.

That towering, colossal primordial giant was the very same terrifying being that shattered His very essence of law last time.

He also emitted that purple-gold light.

That was a power that had never appeared in the chaos before.

However, the level of laws contained within that power is in no way inferior to the power of a saint.

His void shadow trembled violently, his body, woven from threads of law, twisted wildly in the chaos, and the shrieks he emitted contained anger, fear, and madness.

He understood.

The "mutually assured destruction" between the two sides during the last chaotic event was all an act from beginning to end!

They didn't fight to the point of mutual destruction at all; instead, they deliberately pretended to be exhausted to lure Him into making a move, and then dealt Him a heavy blow.

Now they have united to hunt Him!

They are not mortal enemies at all; they are allies!

At least when facing Him, they are allies!

His shriek pierced through the divine realm's law barrier, echoing wildly in the chaos.

The surrounding chaotic energy surged violently amidst the shrieks, forming concentric ripples of law that spread outwards.

The followers on the outskirts of the divine realm, who had not yet been completely devoured, trembled amidst the shrieks.

Some of the weaker followers had their original laws shattered by the shriek, turning into pure law energy that was sucked into the core vortex.

He accelerated the process of devouring.

Ignoring the cries and struggles of his followers, and disregarding the intense rejection generated by the forceful fusion of the fundamental laws.

Ignoring the fact that its own laws and structure are operating wildly and emitting a mournful cry of being overwhelmed.

The threads of law stretched out in all directions like countless greedy venomous snakes.

They precisely captured every fleeing follower and then mercilessly dragged them toward the core vortex.

Each follower that is devoured provides Him with a small portion of the Law's energy.

Although the energy of a single follower is far from enough to restore Him to His full strength, the combined energy of dozens of followers is enough to allow His fundamental laws to re-condense to a level sufficient for Him to fight again.

He is stalling for time.

Every moment that can be delayed is a moment that can be saved; every additional follower that can be devoured adds to the strength.

As long as He can hold out until His strength recovers enough to break through the encirclement, He will still have a chance to escape.

Di Jun stood on the outer edge of the Divine Realm, taking in all the commotion inside.

He watched as the ethereal figure devoured its followers with frenzied abandon, the light of a saint swirling in his golden eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"It's just a dying struggle."

After being severely injured last time, He did not consider His own strength and even dared to devour His own followers.

The laws that those followers were originally given to them by Him. Devouring them is just like transferring power from one hand to the other. How much strength can they recover?

Fellow Daoist Panxuan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Three Pure Ones, Taiyi, and Kunpeng.

Get ready to get started!

"Let's finish this quickly before it finishes devouring us!"

Pan Xuan nodded, and the Starry Divine Seal flew out from his sleeve. The purple-gold divine light bloomed in the chaos, reflecting the pure yang law light of Di Jun.

He looked at Di Jun, his voice steady and powerful:

"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, the outer law barrier of the Divine Realm is entrusted to you and Taiyi."

The illusory form of Pangu was responsible for suppressing the alien god head-on, not giving Him any chance to breathe.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones sealed off the four directions of the divine realm to prevent Him from escaping again.

Fellow Daoist Kunpeng sealed off the sky, while Sister Houtu used the Law of Reincarnation to sense the interior of the Divine Realm and pinpoint the location of all remaining fragments of the Law.

"I'll analyze the core laws of the Divine Realm to prepare for Fellow Daoist Dijun to replace the Primordial Purple Qi restriction."

Di Jun nodded, and the power of the sage surged into the pure yang law behind him like a tide.

The sun grew larger and brighter, and the temperature in the chaos suddenly soared.

Even the primordial chaos energy hissed under the burning of the pure yang power.

Taiyi took a step forward, and the Chaos Bell above his head suddenly trembled.

A long, ancient bell tolled throughout the chaos, and the chaotic runes on the bell lit up simultaneously.

As the bell tolled through the chaos, it did not diminish; instead, it aroused the resonance of the chaotic energy, causing the law barrier surrounding the divine realm to tremble violently.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones had an excellent tacit understanding.

The Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons and the Great Array of Three Pure Ones and Three Talents were formed simultaneously.

The twelve beams of light of law and the three beams of clear light intertwined and merged in the chaotic void, and the chaotic energy spun wildly under the pull of the two great formations.

The illusory image of Pangu's physical body was the first to materialize.

The phantom stood tall and imposing, its muscles bulging like mountains, every inch of its skin radiating a boundless, earth-shattering power.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom image of Pangu's primordial spirit emerged in the clear light.

Her eyes were ethereal and clear, shining like the sun and moon.

Without the slightest pause, the two illusory figures began to approach each other the moment they took shape.

The Tai Chi diagram and the Pangu Banner automatically flew into the right hand of the phantom. The Yin and Yang energies transformed into the back of the axe, and the chaotic light transformed into the handle of the axe. The complete phantom of the Pangu Axe condensed and took shape in the phantom's hand.

The complete phantom of Pangu's true form stood tall and firm, and his eyes were no longer empty phantoms, but had real divine charm.

Taiyi stood beside Dijun, the Chaos Bell slowly rotating above his head, the chaotic runes on the bell shining brightly.

Kunpeng then transformed into its true form.

It was a giant bird with a wingspan that blotted out the sky, its wingspan enough to cover half of the divine realm. It hovered above the divine realm, its shadow covering the entire divine realm.