Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Hongjun!"

The voices of Zhurong and Gonggong rang out from Pangu's body, filled with rage. The nearby Wuyao tribesmen were so shocked by the sound that their eardrums bled and their eyes rolled back as they fainted.

The Zhou Tian Star Array has been broken, countless demons have fallen into a coma, and even Di Jun and others have collapsed to the ground.

Once the third axe strikes, the demon race will be annihilated, and this great calamity will end. The witch race will then become the true protagonists of heaven and earth, thus ruling the primordial world.

But at this moment, Pangu's axe was blocked by Hongjun, and all living beings in heaven and earth were speechless, staring blankly at this strange scene on the battlefield.

Pangu's physical body was tens of thousands of miles tall. He raised the Pangu Axe high, its blade gleaming coldly. With each flash, space shattered into fragments. However, the gray-robed Taoist below did not exude any aura. He simply used one hand to stop the Pangu Axe, preventing it from falling even an inch.

The Taoist remained calm, glancing only briefly at Pangu's physical body. With a slight exertion of force, Pangu's axe shattered into fragments that scattered in all directions before vanishing into nothingness.

Pangu's physical body, having lost the Pangu Axe, began to disintegrate, revealing the true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, each with a pale face and resentful expressions as they looked at the gray-robed Taoist.

The entire primordial world was utterly silent. After a moment, a cacophony of voices rose from all directions: "Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"

The Three Pure Ones respectfully bowed in the Kunlun Mountains, while in the Sumeru Mountains, Jieyin and Zhunti remained solemn, bowing deeply.

The golden-robed Taoist figure on the East Sea disappeared, leaving only ripples in the space, and the Candle Dragon slowly sank into the East Sea.

"Disciple pays respects to Master, wishing Master a long and prosperous life." Haotian bowed to the gray-robed Daoist, breaking the silence on the battlefield.

The gods of the primordial world remained silent. The strength of Pangu's physical body had definitely reached that of a saint. The pressure of his life essence, which surpassed that of a quasi-saint, was undeniable.

In this Lich War, everyone could see that the Lich race had lost!

Then the Dao Ancestor has arrived...

Haotian lowered his head, feeling helpless. His master had naturally come to take sides. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bottom of Hongjun's robe gradually turning purple, and he was immediately startled.

Feeling a gentle force lift him up, Haotian looked up and saw that his master was wearing half a gray robe and half a purple robe. Although it looked very strange, it was also very harmonious.

His eyes flickered. The Way of Heaven?

Make people accept this change through the rules!

"Hongjun, what do you think you're doing!" Gonggong stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment. Gonggong True Water enveloped his body, transforming into a water dragon that charged towards Hongjun. "You, as the Heavenly Dao, dare to side with the demon race!"

"Fourth Brother!" Houtu cried out anxiously. How could Fourth Brother attack the Dao Ancestor?

Hongjun's eyes flashed with displeasure. No matter what he did, he came here as a saint.

If Gonggong dared to act rashly, it would be disrespectful to the sage!

Haotian snorted coldly: "Bastard."

The water dragon shattered with a sound, and Haotian flicked his sleeve, slapping Gonggong directly across the face, causing him to fall asleep immediately!

Gratitude flashed in Dijiang and Houtu's eyes, while Hongjun, his clothes changing color, looked at Haotian and said, "You're protecting him."

If he were to make a move, even if they were the main characters of the Great Calamity and difficult to kill, he could still break Gonggong's limbs and leave him paralyzed.

"Since you are a descendant of the great god Pangu, Master, please show mercy." Haotian was not afraid at all. He could tell from the tone of the person in front of him that his familiar master had returned.

Three streaks of light arrived and bowed deeply. The Three Pure Ones said in unison, "The Ancestral Witches are descendants of the Father God. Please forgive them this time, Master."

They and the Ancestral Witches are all descendants of the Father God, and even for the sake of the Father God, they must protect them once.

The Wu tribe does not respect the Heavenly Way, but only honors the Father God Pangu. This is because the Heavenly Way has spirit but no wisdom, and they also have the protection of the creation of the Heavenly Fortune. Now, the Ancestral Wu has taken the initiative to offend the Sage, who is in harmony with the Heavenly Way. Even if the Master suppresses him, he will not be in the wrong.

Hongjun looked at his four disciples with a half-smile, glanced at the Ancestral Witch, and then looked away.

Haotian breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was now settled.

However, we still need to find a reason for our master, since he did indeed take sides this time. The original intention of Heaven should have been for both the witch and demon races to decline, not for the demon race to be wiped out and the witch race to win.

"My ancestral witches, you must not be disrespectful! When has our master ever shown favoritism towards the demon race?"

Upon hearing this, Haotian immediately felt countless gazes focused on him. Even the Three Pure Ones couldn't help but glance at him, conveying the message through their eyes: Junior Brother, you're really lying through your teeth!

Hongjun lowered his eyelids. This was the responsibility of Heaven. The individual strength of the Wu and Yao races was too great and had to be weakened. Since he was willing to do it, he wasn't afraid of what others would say.

Heaven is ruthless; it treats all things as straw dogs!

These rumors wouldn't harm him much, and once the Lich Wars were over, no one would mention it again.

Even if they discussed it, he dared not speak of it in front of him.

Haotian surveyed the battlefield. Even though his master was the Heavenly Dao, these people still referred to his master by his real name. He was unwilling to let his master bear such a bad reputation!

He looked at the Three Pure Ones and snorted, "I come from the future, what kind of whitewashing methods haven't I seen!"

"The war between the Lich and Demon races has caused countless lives to perish, and your two races must bear the karmic burden!" Haotian spoke fiercely, directly taking the moral high ground and pointing fingers at the two races.

Some felt ashamed, while others were indifferent. What they cared about was that karma would erode their own fortune, not how many lives had been lost. Only Houtu showed a look of pity in her eyes.

"Heaven is impartial. Although Master is in harmony with Heaven, he still has some selfish desires."

Upon hearing this, even the gods dared not look at him. How could such a thing be said?

Even Hongjun turned his head away, and the Three Pure Ones kept giving him meaningful glances, but Haotian seemed oblivious, looking at the demon race: "Senior Sister Nuwa, why don't you come and thank our master!"

"You are a divinely ordained saint, and a disciple of your master. How can you be killed by others!" Haotian scanned the crowd, and those who met his gaze shrank back. "How can it be called favoritism for a master to protect his disciple?"

That's perfectly normal!

Yuanshi nodded excitedly to the side, "Yes, that's exactly it."

Nuwa's eyes shone brightly as she forced herself to stand up: "Disciple thanks Master for saving my life."

Even if her master didn't do it for her, he did save her brother!

The gods of the primordial world were speechless. First, they occupied the moral high ground, and then they talked about the saint's selfishness.

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not dare to kill Nuwa, the situation was critical at the time, and it was understandable that their master was anxious.

Today, the Dao Ancestor is portrayed as a great sage who stopped the war between the Lich King and the Demon King and saved the creatures of the primordial world. Saving his disciple is just a trivial matter. As for the other members of the demon race, they were just there because they happened to be with Nuwa.

"The Dao Ancestor is merciful!"

The gods respectfully bowed to the Taoist priest in gray-purple robes on the battlefield, and at the same time, they were completely convinced of Haotian's power!

Nuwa's face flashed with gratitude, and even Dijun and the others became more amiable. Haotian raised an eyebrow at Hongjun and asked, "Master, my whitewashing skills were pretty good, weren't they?"

Hongjun's lips curled up, and he pointed at him twice, while the Three Pure Ones were already dumbfounded. Their junior brother was really good at talking!

Haotian smiled smugly, and Hongjun looked at the Wu and Yao clans and slowly spoke: ...