Chapter 703: Pangu

Fellow Daoists, exert your full strength and destroy their souls in one strike! Will of the earth demon, corpses float for a thousand li!

Dragon Emperor's tyranny, the will of the dragon!

The blood sea rages heaven-high, the will of the blood god!

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"Ao ao ao..." Zu Wu wailed in pain, frantically pounding their own skulls, trying to shake off this mighty will's oppression.

Even the usually graceful and solemn Hou Tu Zu Wu now had a ferocious face from pain, losing their former composure.

Ye Qin watched this scene, his heart full of pity. Yet he did not intervene, for he knew that the Witch Clan could only truly rise by relying on their own strength.

The character 'Wu' has a central pillar supporting heaven and earth, with two people on either side, symbolizing the Witch Clan's spirit of unity and unyielding resolve. Their will and bloodline both originate from Pangu, the god who split heaven and earth; that great spirit of creating heaven and earth forever burns in their blood, never extinguished.

"Destroy!" Voldemort suddenly roared, and instantly twelve demon banners appeared in his hand.

With a booming sound, the twelve demon banners swiftly spread to all directions, and in the blink of an eye formed a mysterious and dreadful heaven-earth demon realm.

A powerful demonic thought merged with Voldemort's own will, instantly condensing into an immensely huge heaven-earth demon sword that fiercely stabbed at the Zu Wu's souls.

The Dragon Emperor also refused to be outdone; he produced a mysterious divine list, on which the three large characters 'Seal Dragon List' were clearly written in primordial runes.

The Seal Dragon List instantly flew high into the air, unfolding with a splashing sound, transforming into a vast heaven-earth picture.

At the same time, a Nine Dragon Jade Seal also flew into the sky, nine giant dragons roaring and circling around it, bearing the supreme fortune of the Dragon Court.

"Hiss!"

The Nine Dragon Jade Seal slammed down onto the Seal Dragon List; in an instant, heaven and earth underwent a drastic change.

Strands of dragon-shaped imperial tyrant's qi flew from the Seal Dragon List, quickly condensing into mysterious and ancient runes.

These runes exuded a sacred aura, like an emperor's thought, or a supreme edict.

The runes rushed into the Zu Wu's souls, trying to make them submit to this mighty will.

At that moment, the two blood swords beneath Minghe Laozu flew up, tracing mysterious trajectories in the air, instantly forming extremely filthy killing-energy runes that then poured into the Zu Wu's souls.

Jieyin and Zhunti then manifested a pool filled with golden liquid, from which continually burst golden strands of salvific light, exuding the tempting aura of the Pure Land, seeking to confuse the Zu Wu's will.

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Countless mighty wills, like surging waves, ceaselessly assaulted the Zu Wu's will.

Under the pressure of this mighty force, the Zu Wu's bodies trembled involuntarily.

Yet their souls became ever more refined through these repeated impacts.

Strands of killing energy were successively separated from their souls.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

A clear, pleasant phoenix cry suddenly rang out, and a black phoenix flew out from the mysterious Pangu Palace.

The phoenix opened its beak and inhaled sharply, drawing strands of killing energy from the Zu Wu's souls.

Then, with a whooshing sound, waves of black flame ignited from the phoenix's body. The raging flames swiftly formed a fire cloud, sweeping over the living beings besieging the Witch Clan.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz!"

Any living thing touched by this fire instantly had a dazed gaze, its massive body collapsing uncontrollably to the ground, carving out huge pits.

"Hiss! Nine Netherworld Underworld Fire! This is a powerful flame of the soul-refining path—be careful of that phoenix!" Voldemort, well-versed and knowledgeable, instantly recognized this mighty demonic flame and couldn't help warning everyone.

"Ah! Roar!"

Although the killing energy was separated from their souls, making the Zu Wu's souls feel much clearer, it also greatly weakened their soul power, and the might of their will diminished accordingly.

This is because part of the power of their will originally came from that killing energy.

Yet the fighting spirit innate to the Zu Wu thus became even more fervent; they roared madly, and their entire aura surged dramatically.

"Father God! Your children are calling you—please dispel these living beings who show you no respect!"

The Zu Wu raised their right hand to support the sky and pressed their left hand to their heart, attempting in this way to connect with Pangu's essence blood and the Pangu will remaining on Mount Buzhou.

"Crackle crackle!"

On Mount Buzhou, winds and clouds suddenly surged, and shockwaves of thunder descended from the heavens. The towering, peak‑shrouded pillar that props up heaven—Mount Buzhou—seemed to sway slightly, trembling, as if venting its inner fury.

The Pangu will throughout the Land of Divine Grace gathered toward Mount Buzhou.

Every living being could clearly feel that the mysterious aura that had enveloped the Land of Divine Grace was now gradually drawing inward.

"Oh no! The Pangu will is concentrating—we must kill them at once!" Voldemort, seeing this, shouted anxiously. As an earth‑demon avatar of Rahu, he deeply understood Pangu's power, and deep down harbored an undying fear of Pangu—a trait shared by all chaos demon gods.

"Heaven‑earth demonic thought, devour!"

"Dragon Emperor's Dao, suppress!"

"Blood god's thought, plunder!"

As these three earth‑shaking voices sounded, the Zu Wu were one by one seized by the mighty will.

Yet at this critical moment, a phantom axe slowly rose on Mount Buzhou.

With a cracking sound, an axe radiating the mighty aura of heaven‑and‑earth creation instantly shattered the space on Mount Buzhou.

The axe, wrapped in the surging primordial qi, like a lightning bolt, instantly slashed toward the souls of Voldemort and the others.

"Ah!" Voldemort let out a miserable cry, his body violently shaking and becoming illusory.

Only to see strands of earth‑demon qi seeping from his body, later re‑condensing into his form at a distance, yet now his breath was much weaker.

The Dragon Emperor's body also shook violently, and his imperial aura instantly dissipated.

This axe's power was so great that it nearly shattered the Dragon Emperor's proud imperial will completely.

Know that he is merely an avatar of the Ancestral Dragon; these years, taking advantage of the Ancestral Dragon being suppressed by heavenly will, he privately refined the Dragon Court's fortune, thereby gradually becoming independent, and his power is quite extraordinary.

But ultimately, he is not the true Ancestral Dragon, and before such a mighty attack he still appears somewhat inadequate.

Minghe Laozu's body shattered outright, turning into countless droplets of blood that scattered in the sky.

Immediately, these blood droplets swiftly turned into blood shadows that began to reconvene.

Although he eventually recovered his true form, he nevertheless appeared utterly weak.

"Hmm? My Blood God Sons have been destroyed in the tens of millions; Great God Pangu truly lives up to being the supreme powerhouse—even just a remnant of his will is this powerful!" The Old Ancestor of the River of Silence secretly pondered. He had thought it was the great axe formed from Pangu's residual will, which in one strike destroyed so many of his Blood God Sons. Yet he failed to notice that, at the moment he manifested as hundreds of millions of Blood God Sons, a huge hand silently reached out from the void, and with a light scoop, it gathered up all those tens of millions of Blood God Sons.

Voldemort, the Dragon Emperor, and the Nether River—these three supreme beings all suffered heavy casualties; as for those whose strength is slightly inferior, there's no need to even mention.

The souls of the Receiving Guide Daoist and others suffered severe trauma, and their Dao hearts almost collapsed.

If it weren't for that strand of will left by the Patriarch in their souls protecting them, they would have likely already vanished in both body and spirit.

Furthermore, some weak beings were directly shattered into dust by Pangu's will, vanishing without a trace.

However, the Heaven-Opening Ax, being formed with the aid of Pangu's residual will, now lacks sufficient strength; its blade gradually turns illusory.

"Now, quickly strike and kill them!" Voldemort shouted anxiously upon seeing the situation.

At this moment, only he, the Dragon Emperor, and the Nether River still had some strength left, so they immediately unleashed their soul power again, attempting to repress the Twelve Ancestral Witches once more.

"Roar!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches all awakened at this critical juncture.

That illusory Heaven-Opening Ax instantly split into twelve small axes, like twelve streams of light, each merging into the souls of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, tightly fusing with their souls.

"Father God!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches seemed to receive some mysterious message; their faces showed no joy of surviving the catastrophe, but were filled with sorrow, tears spilling uncontrollably.

Ye Qin, hidden in the void observing the battle, couldn't help but stare agape at this scene. While he admired the resilience and tenacity of the Wu clan in his heart, numerous doubts also arose.

First, concerning Pangu: is he alive or dead? After the primordial chaos energy tribulation, where did those innate divinities go? Did they truly return to Pangu's true form? Or perhaps the entire universe is actually the transformation of Pangu's flesh?

Then, where is Pangu's soul?

Furthermore, why does the Pangu will that has long enveloped Mount Buzhou gradually dissipate? Why doesn't it guard this mountain, which serves as the pillar of heaven and earth, generation after generation? These questions swirled in Ye Qin's mind, but he quickly cast them aside.

At this moment, he focused more on the Yin Phoenix in the sky, who was refining killing intent and cultivating, to guard against any reckless fool launching a sneak attack on the Yin Phoenix.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, protected by Pangu's residual will over their souls, no longer needed to fear the soul suppression of Voldemort and the others. They all erupted in counterattack, each move a peerless killing technique.

"Wu Clan Battle Technique—Space Within Reach Staff!"

"Wu Clan Battle Technique—Heaven Departure Fire God Whip!"

"Wu Clan Battle Technique—Thunder Lightning God Hammer!"

"Wu Clan Battle Technique—Heaven and Earth Sword!"

"Wu Clan Battle Technique—Black Water Severed Jade Hook!"

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"Wu Clan Battle Technique—Candle Dragon Eye!"

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to be flipped by an invisible giant hand, day and night instantly inverted. A powerful temporal stasis force instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

A wooden staff wholly condensed from spatial power, moving at inconceivable speed, swept across space to lash out fiercely at all beings; a fire whip, an electric hammer, a golden sword, a severed jade hook… all brimming with destructive aura, howled toward the beings besieging the Wu clan.

Such immense power seemed capable of utterly shattering heaven and earth. This was the first time the Twelve Ancestral Witches unleashed their full power without reservation; they were now in a state of utter frenzy, especially stimulated by the intense dissipation of Pangu's will, which awakened the power latent deep in their blood, unleashing unprecedented strength.

However, though Voldemort and the others were gravely wounded, at the brink of life and death they also erupted with all their might, certainly not ordinary foes.

"Heaven and Earth Demon Realm!" Voldemort roared; his twelve demon banners instantly swelled to a height of ten thousand feet, countless demon shadows surging from the banners, killing intent soaring to the heavens, forming layers of heaven-covering demonic qi that surged toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Heavenly Dragon Imperial Dao, Heaven and Earth Imperial Edict!" The Dragon Emperor also exerted his utmost, controlling the Nine-Dragon Jade Seal, repeatedly imprinting it fiercely upon the Dragon Sealing List.

Every time the jade seal fell, it seemed to carry the supreme majesty of heaven and earth, and mysterious runes streamed out from the Dragon-Sealing List, attempting to suppress the Zu Wu again.

"Avici Massacre, Sword Annihilates the Vast!" The Old Ancestor of the River of Hell also refused to show weakness; his two blood swords instantly became a hundred thousand zhang in length, their bodies surging with bloody qi, forming two terrifying demonic swords filled with slaughterous blood aura.

Wherever these two swords passed, space seemed to be dyed blood-red; any soul that came into contact with the sword qi would be corroded.

The Receiving Daoist poured his Receiving Divine Banner and the Seven Treasures Wondrous Tree of the Pure Raising Daoist together into the Eight Treasures Pool of Merit.

The Eight Treasures Pool of Merit instantly expanded to a size of ten thousand zhang, from within it poured forth an endless light of universal salvation, the light holy and harmonious, as if it could cleanse all evil in the world, subdue demons and save all living beings.

"Dong dong dong..." A sudden, urgent and heart-shaking bell toll rang out, and wave after wave of sound like countless blades instantly sliced through layer after layer of space.

Only seen, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi wore the Chaos Bell on his head; the Chaos Bell incessantly trembled, emitting wave after wave of sound carrying blazing solar true fire.

These sound waves not only possessed tremendous offensive power, but because Eastern Emperor Taiyi had refined most of the restrictions into the Chaos Bell, even intangible sound could carry the tangible solar true fire, making their power astonishing.

"The River Chart and Luo Book, a great formation of heaven and earth!" Emperor Jun also swiftly took action, producing the River Chart and Luo Book.

The River Chart and Luo Book are the source of formations; Emperor Jun likewise refined most of the restrictions within it, and instantly a vast and mysterious formation formed around him, layer upon layer of formation light tightly guarding him within.

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In this strange spacetime where time stood still, the display of various Divine Abilities seemed to have been slowed down, appearing before Ye Qin's eyes in an extremely clear manner.

As an observer outside the battlefield, Ye Qin could fully see the formation process of these Divine Abilities; such immense and terrifying power made his heart involuntarily turn cold.

When he saw Youhuang slowly awaken and enter the Pangu Hall, his heart instantly relaxed.

Then, he flickered his form and quickly fled that dangerous battlefield; he dared not remain there, fearing to be caught in the aftermath of that terrifying great battle. (End of chapter)