Chapter 617

Above the Blood Sea, it had already transformed into a true purgatory.

"Kill!!!"

Zhu Rong roared, shaking the heavens; his ten-thousand-zhang-tall Ancestral Witch true body fully manifested.

The Southern Mingli Fire turned into clawing, fanged fire dragons, crashing ruthlessly into that dense army of Blood God Children.

Flames and blood water intertwined, emitting a teeth-aching "sizzle."

Large swathes of Blood God Children were evaporated into nothingness under the extreme heat, not even having time to let out a miserable scream.

"Minghe, go die!"

Gonggong trod on the Twin Dragons; the Nine Heavens Weak Water turned into pitch-black glaciers, directly freezing the Blood Sea for ten thousand li in all directions.

Those Blood God Children attempting to self-detonate were sealed within the hard ice, then blasted into powder by Qiangliang's violent thunder.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches held nothing back, directly employing their most primordial Law Power!

They vented all the humiliation of being toyed with by the Yao Clan, all the anger of being calculated by the Heavenly Dao, onto Minghe.

"You bunch of beasts who forget your ancestors! You really think you've got me beaten?!"

Ancestor Minghe wore disheveled hair, looking like a mad demon.

He stood atop the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, the Yutu and Aobi Swords in his hands waving wildly, slashing out streak after streak of blood-colored sword light capable of tearing apart a Quasi-Sage's Dao body.

He was too miserable.

The *Hetu Luoshu* severed the earth veins; his Blood Sea could not be replenished. His once-prided "Twelve Million Nine Thousand Six Hundred Blood God Children" had become consumables at this moment.

One dies, one less.

"Karmic Fire Burns the Spirit!" Minghe frantically activated the Red Lotus beneath his feet; crimson karmic fire burned toward the Twelve Ancestral Witches, covering heaven and earth.

This karmic fire specifically burns the soul and cause-and-effect; ordinary great powers die upon contact.

But the Twelve Ancestral Witches do not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, they only cultivate the Flesh Body!

"Bang!"

Di Jiang shattered the void with a single fist, ignoring the sky-full of karmic fire, and slammed directly onto Minghe's protective blood light.

The Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus trembled violently; Minghe only felt an unmatchable brute force smash into his chest through the spirit treasure, his whole person flying backward, wildly spraying a mouthful of black blood.

"Older Brother, don't waste words on him, deploy the formation!" Zhu Jiuyin's eyes opened and closed, the Law of Time flowing, forcibly freezing Minghe's recoiling body in place.

"Twelve-Capital God-Slaying Great Formation!"

Di Jiang roared in anger.

In an instant, the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood fast according to profound positions.

The Pangu Blood Essence within their bodies burned with a boom; endless Earth Turbid Evil Qi was forcibly drawn out.

Above the Blood Sea, a towering yet hazy phantom slowly emerged.

That phantom held a giant axe, the azure sky above its head, the nine netherworlds beneath its feet. A supreme pressure belonging to the one who opened heaven and split earth instantly descended!

Pangu True Body!

Although it was only a phantom, and its power far from its peak, it was enough to deal a Minghe who had lost the support of the earth veins.

"No... impossible..."

Minghe raised his head to look at that Pangu phantom; the madness in his eyes was finally replaced by bone-deep fear.

He felt he was facing not twelve Ancestral Witches, but that supreme existence who once split Chaos with a single axe!

"Slash!"

Di Jiang controlled the Pangu phantom, raising the illusory giant axe in its hand.

No fancy divine abilities, no dazzling laws, only the purest extreme — power!

One force breaks ten thousand laws!

The giant axe slowly fell.

Space collapsed, time reversed; the entire Blood Sea, under the might of this one axe, was actually forcibly split in two from the middle, revealing the dried black seabed below!

"This Ancestor will fight you to the death!"

Minghe knew he could not dodge.

He let out a despairing howl; all twelve million nine thousand six hundred Blood God Children detonated in an instant, turning into a pillar of blood light dense to the extreme, supporting the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, meeting that heaven-opening axe.

The Heavenly Court, before the Lingxiao Baodian.

The Yao Clan generals watched that world-destroying strike below, all gasping in a breath of cold air.

"Pangu True Body... such terrifying might."

Fuxi twirled his long beard, his eyes full of gravity.

Even he, facing this axe, would have absolutely no possibility of survival.

Di Jun stood with hands behind his back, cold light flashing in his golden pupils.

"However terrifying, they are merely a bunch of commoners who know only slaughter." Di Jun spoke indifferently, "Pass the order: activate the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array's highest defense, block the shockwaves."

"Yes!"

Inside the Donghuang Palace.

Gu Yuan watched the earth-shaking collision in the water mirror, nodding in satisfaction.

"Fight on, the more tragic the better." Gu Yuan casually peeled a purple jade grape and tossed it into his mouth, juice splashing everywhere, "What's this called? This is called labor outsourcing. The Wu Clan does the work, the Yao Clan collects the bill, perfect."

【Host, Minghe's done for.】 System Xiao Ai's voice rang out on cue.

"He deserves it." Gu Yuan sneered, "An Ancient God hiding in a stinking ditch, really thinking he could turn the world upside down with a bit of karma? No absolute strength, and no brain to read the situation, deserves to be used as a spear by others."

"However... once Minghe dies, all the karma will land on the Wu Clan's heads. The Ancestor of the Dao's side will probably have a headache."

【Ah, Host, what does that have to do with the Ancestor of the Dao?】

"The Ancestor of the Dao distributes Primordial Beginning Purple Qi in the Zixiao Palace, determines the Saint Positions, and has always tacitly permitted the opposition between the Wu and Yao Clans; what he wants is a Quantity Calamity of evenly matched strength.

The Wu Clan controls the earth, the Yao Clan controls heaven, the two clans mutually consume each other, ultimately perishing together, making room for the future Heaven's Chosen Protagonists, the human race—this is the perfect script most aligned with the interests of the Heavenly Dao.

But what benefit does this bring to him, or rather, to the Heavenly Dao?

Gu Yuan seemed to be speaking to himself,

"Naturally, there is. The Wu and Yao clans have transcended, but to the Heavenly Dao, they are too powerful, while simultaneously restricting their own development. The Heavenly Dao needs a powerful, promising existence that remains subordinate to it—a race. The human race was simply chosen by the Heavenly Dao."

However, according to subsequent developments,

The progress of the human race surpassed the Heavenly Dao's estimates.

Thus, from then on, the lowering of the Emperor upon Heaven occurred.

From then on, the human race had only the Celestial Child, and no Emperor Huang emerged.

The Human Dao could no longer stand equal to the Heavenly Dao.

"Your elder brother established the Human Teaching, binding the Yao Clan's fortune and the Human Dao inseparably—not only using human fortune to compensate for the Heavenly Court's consumption, but also forcing the Nüwa Shengren to descend and bestow the Human Creation Whip. This has allowed the Yao Clan to completely occupy righteousness and the initiative."

"In contrast, the Wu Clan not only saw its fortune plummet, but must also be entangled by boundless karmic forces. The balance of power between the Wu and Yao clans has been completely overturned. 'Balance' has become a joke. As for the ensuing mess, the Ancestor of the Dao over there cannot avoid a headache."

"So, system, do you think that in the near future, it will no longer be the Wu-Yao Quantity Calamity, but rather the Yao and Human Quantity Calamity?"