Chapter 23: Supreme Ultimate Indestructible, Summoning the Soul of Pangu

Boundless light, boundless radiance, transforming into boundless arrow rain.

They cover everything, they destroy everything!

Matter is annihilated, vital energy is severed, vast expanses of space shatter, leaving the heavens here riddled with wounds.

True Immortals must die, Golden Immortals must die, dying so thoroughly they cannot die again.

Only a single Supreme Ultimate-level demon spirit still clings to life.

But it looks like it won't last much longer.

Because that arrow rain seems never to cease, able to last into eternity!

—condensing sun, moon, and starlight, high-definition eco-friendly sustainable use, maximum overload strike, to wipe clean any breathing enemy before us!

The designer of this long-range firepower coverage strike seems to have a certain preference—more is better!

Under this countless arrow rain's frantic bombardment, the still gasping Supreme Ultimate ferocious bird lets out a mournful cry, its flesh and blood blurred all over, with not a single part intact.

The Dao fruit earned through ages of cultivation is about to vanish in an instant.

The Great Wu need not lift a finger; merely a hundred thousand Golden Immortal Wu Clan can counter‑slash a Supreme Ultimate… Theoretically the gap between great realms cannot be crossed—let alone a hundred thousand Golden Immortals, even millions or billions swarming forward, facing a single Supreme Ultimate, can only die in droves.

Alas!

These Golden Immortals are the Wu Clan!

Within their bodies lies a thread of the supreme Pangu bloodline power that opened heaven and earth.

These threads of Pangu bloodline, however faint, still stem from Pangu, the strongest being past, present, and future!

Just a single thread can grant peerless talent potential. Though it cannot match the divinity of innate nurturing, it absolutely crushes ninety‑nine percent of the races of Honghuang; what remains can at best share the autumn equally.

But, can a race comparable to the Wu Clan dare to compare numbers with them?

Besides their physique, they also cultivate the supreme scriptures handed down from the Ancestral Wu, expounding the ultimate concepts of heaven and earth and the highest laws of time and space!

The finest potential, the strongest power drive, paired with the ultimate weapon—equipment of highest cost‑performance designed after discussion and approval by the Ancestral Wu—if the symbols on the magic treasure's weapon are analyzed in detail, their mysteries are enough to make even Supreme Ultimate masters feel they have obtained a priceless treasure.

Such top‑notch excellent basic units, when combined into battle formations, what kind of power do they constitute?

A hundred thousand Golden Immortals, the Supreme Ultimate bows its head!

Ordinary Supreme Ultimates, if they dare to invade, almost always end up being slaughtered without power to resist… The scene before us now seems like a preview of the future Wu‑Demon heavenly war, displayed in advance here.

The Wu Clan is peerless! The Wu Clan is supreme!

The strength of one clan alone can counter the countless tribes of the Demon Race—how could that be a joke?

When trillions upon trillions of elite Wu Clan warriors step forth from Mount Buzhou, that is the most terrifying calamity capable of shaking the entirety of Honghuang heaven and earth!

……

"Cry!"

The ferocious bird lets out a mournful cry; it feels fear, pain, dread.

Facing an opponent it cannot possibly defeat, its life feels as if it has returned to childhood, struggling weakly in wind and rain.

The army that assaulted the Four Symbols Battle Formation has already been destroyed.

The remnants were then struck by the covering arrow rain, leaving hardly any survivors.

Perhaps it is now the last spirit monster still gasping for breath in this place.

It does not want to die.

It wants to struggle a bit more.

"Boom!"

Feathers on its body burst forth, endless magical power burning propels, tearing open countless layers of void dimensions.

Within the void lie countless worlds—each flower, each blade of grass, each grain of sand, each stone… the gathering of the other aspect in the one‑body‑two‑aspects, linked and influencing each other through ineffable mysterious means within the void.

This is a level accessible and intervenable only by Supreme Ultimates, a basic authority of this great realm.

A Supreme Ultimate's body equals the cosmos; its combat strength is hard to say, yet it possesses certain transcendent traits.

Using this authority, taking countless lower worlds as numerous as the sands of the Ganges as stepping stones, compressing and packing its life information then sending it out—sometimes in an instant it can traverse spacetime distances on the scale of Honghuang heaven and earth, a surefire means for killing, arson, fleeing, or escaping.

Unless it falls into a special domain—such as the earlier Four Symbols Battle Formation, which forms its own realm‑domain and seals the void—then escape becomes impossible.

This Supreme Ultimate ferocious bird's fate is not bad—slow by a step when charging, quick by a step when fleeing, always staying outside the battle formation, thus it manages to cling to this sliver of life.

Accompanied by burning feathers, like the light of feather‑transformation, it tears open and reveals the world of the void; its silhouette turns into light, into electricity, and rushes in.

That light, that electricity, spread and diffuse; the individual's life information instantly replicates into hundreds of billions, trillions of copies, and, buoyed by the final burn of magical power, scatters in all directions, falling into endless lower worlds.

Some continue onward, passing through one world after another in frantic flight—as long as I run fast enough, the enemy cannot catch me.

Some, after wandering through several worlds, leap out from that world, 'ascending' from the realm, shattering the void to depart—no one knows which corner of the vast Honghuang they will appear in—not even I know where I am, who could tell?

Others, after entering a lower world, have the magical power that serves as their drive continue to shine and surge forward, attracting attention, while their own life information secretly disembarks this vehicle, changing in accordance with the world's laws, lying low in hiding—the most dangerous place may just be the safest.

When the sense that the wind has passed arises, this hidden, lurking life information will become active again…… Even if all power is lost, knowledge and wisdom remain, unafraid of having no way to rise again.

For example, becoming one 'opportunity after another', awaiting latercomers to activate—whatever blood‑oath recognition of master, whatever magical nourishment… transforming into an 'old gentleman', coaxing fresh‑rookie newcomers to wholeheartedly serve it.

Or becoming a system, rounding up one‑hundred‑eighty host laborers underneath, establishing a reward‑punishment mechanism to make them run about, while oneself waits in a hidden place to collect taxes—is a two‑tax‑eight reward better, or a one‑tax‑nine reward?

……

Countless myriad ways of escaping; if any one succeeds, after tens to hundreds of millions of years, this Supreme Ultimate ferocious bird will surely return, once again commanding the winds and clouds.

The stronger one is, the harder it is to die.

Unless targeted by a higher‑level power—under the gaze of such a great existence, its flight becomes a joke.

"Commander Dayi, Shooting Division has completed the combat order!" reported a little Wu, "Apart from individual escapees, the rest have been annihilated!"

"Are any still alive?" Dayi's face stern, "How can this be allowed?!"

"Send word to the Curse Department, have them carry out high‑dimensional spacetime strikes…… Whoever offends the Wu Clan, no matter how far, shall be punished!"

"Yes, sir!"

The little Wu took the order and departed.

The next moment, a large army tasked with guarding the Emperor Jiang Ancestor Witch sprang into action.

One hundred thousand lesser witches formed ranks; a faint spatial Dao resonance spread, enveloping the battlefield.

The battlefield was spotless, hardly a trace of bloodlust, let alone mountains of corpses and seas of blood—because everything had been cleaned up.

The war equipment of the witch tribe can squeeze benefit out of every part of the enemy, useful or not.

Demon souls are sacrificed and refined onto the battle banner, functioning similarly to the Gods' List; when released in future battles they become undead cannon fodder that harasses the enemy.

Blood essence and primordial energy become external motivation for the witch army's cultivation growth… like taking a potent ten‑ingredient tonic pill.

After marrow‑sucking and bone‑gnawing are done, what remains of the truly worthless parts?

They will not be spared either.

A large army guarding the Houtu Ancestor Witch specializes in a branch of the Houtu Great Dao hidden within, which is the characteristic of the vast earth that decomposes and digests all things.

Fallen petals are not heartless; turning into spring soil they better protect the flowers.

Those useless wastes will be decomposed and digested by this power into the most basic substances, then reassembled into useful materials, subtly enhancing the witch army's weapons and armor here, improving them ever so slightly.

According to the gossip Fengxi heard, the principle behind this process seems to have drawn inspiration from a renowned innate spiritual treasure—

The Qiankun Cauldron!

Of course, it certainly isn't as powerful as that treasure, nor can it reverse the innate.

But it is sufficient here. Over the long passage of time, weapons and armor grow alongside the soldiers; as long as they keep fighting, never die, and keep improving… there will come a day when they become top‑tier Taiyi‑grade magical treasures.

Then they can kill the enemy even more effectively.

Take from the enemy, use against the enemy.

The might of the witch tribe lives up to the name of Pangu's bloodline; it is comprehensive, has no weaknesses, and encompasses every domain.

Just as now, facing the scattered remnants of fleeing troops, they deployed a special army.

The space enveloping the battlefield lists the vital auras of all beings that have ever erupted with magical power, then compares them to the number of demon souls drawn into the banner.

Searching… Search complete!

Survivors: 128,391… still fleeing!

An intelligent information prompt appears before each witch present here.

Filtering… Filter complete, breath information reversed and restored.

Uploading to the headquarters' grand database, requesting computational support, comparing information…

Comparison complete; please verify the relevant results.

Fengxi watches rows of information displays—

Cause of survival: racial trait; cause of death in battle: soul split or flesh clone: 79,825.

Cause of survival: technique trait; soul division, flesh split: 12,137.

Cause of survival: item trait…

Line after line, column after column, written clearly—this is the power of the witch tribe's big data!

It gathers the knowledge of the entire witch tribe, especially that of the ancestor witches; the information is incredibly detailed and possesses Daluo‑level computational power, serving as a powerful aid for the tribe's conquests in all directions.

Data compilation complete; suggested additional strike method: spell— Pangu's Eye!

Initiate the ritual, Pangu's Eye!

The spell division's army moved.

They tread mysterious steps, chanting hymns to Pangu, communicating between heaven and earth, resonating with a grand spirit!

It is as if awakening past lives, or summoning souls… except this awakens the primordial past of the entire universe and summons Pangu's soul!

Summoning Pangu's soul… if successful, every innate deity of the present age will tremble and flee in disarray.

After all, that is an unprecedentedly formidable figure!

The three thousand chaos demon gods were slain by a single individual, dying a miserable death.

The irony is that Pangu himself is also a chaos demon god, and could be considered a teammate of the three thousand demon gods.

So what happened?

The teammates offered sacrifices to heaven, and their magic became boundless.

Pangu sacrificed his three thousand comrades, activating a boundless divine buff, and thereby cleaved open the primordial world!

Facing this lord, who dares to pat their chest and say, 'I am not afraid?!'

However, summoning Pangu's soul with just these hundred thousand lesser witches… is impossible.

Even all twelve ancestor witches together would barely suffice.

Of course, now that we are merely hunting down some stray remnants, we don't need that level of spellcraft.

The spell division's army merely chose to resonate with a fragment of Pangu's organ spirit.

And what could see farther and more than Pangu's eyes?

Faintly, a peculiar apparition appeared above the spell division's army.

It resembled an eye, yet also like a sun.

When Pangu cleaved heaven and earth, his left eye became the sun, his right eye the moon.

This is Pangu's left eye!

Some mighty beings possess eyes with inconceivable divine abilities, able to perceive the three realms, oversee past, present and future; their capacity for inquiry and exploration is not inferior to that of the primordial spirit's awareness.

Let alone at this moment, one of Pangu's eyes!

Even if it is illusory!

But no matter what, anything that bears Pangu's name is destined to rise to the heavens.

"The spell division's power is truly unreasonable." Fengxi watched this scene, sighed, and said, "Resonating with the spirit of the great god Pangu directly taints one with a higher‑dimensional essence… appearing as a Golden Immortal, even a Taiyi would feel intimidated."

This isn't without a price. Di Jiang Zu Wu said lightly, "Pangu's realm is too high; even a trace of it…… even if it's an insignificant little bit, will set one on an irreversible path."

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

Then, gazing at Pangu and resonating with Pangu—how could one possibly remain unharmed?

"One day, they will be assimilated… sinking into Pangu's vast and boundless spirit, losing themselves."

"The body still lives, but the soul has already been Daoized."

Fengxi fell silent, his emotions complex and hard to express, staring blankly at the actions of the Curse Division.

Above it, that distant, profound eye first glanced at the aura of the screened survivors, then turned toward the vast Honghuang.

In that instant, the locations of all targets to be struck were fully revealed.

No matter whether they are in heaven or on earth, hidden in the starry void or lurking in the Nine Underworlds—unless protected by a Supreme Mighty One, none can escape the observation of this eye!

"Curse!"

"Curse!"

"Curse!"

The Curse Division's 100,000-strong army shouted in unison three times, and a terrifying event occurred!

The illusory shadow of Pangu's eye closed!

The closing of the eye corresponding to the solar star… what concept does that represent?

The heavens will darken, the world will grow dim… when endless darkness rules the universe, when the most despairing cold smears heaven and earth, the fire of life will ultimately wither!

Thus, the closing of Pangu's eye also means the enemy's life‑fire is extinguished.

128,391 fortunate souls who escaped the meat‑grinder field ultimately failed to survive to the end.

In silence, their souls shattered, their true spirits fell still…… dead clean and thorough, utterly complete.

Whatever clone divine arts, whatever incarnations numbering in the millions—faced with this crushing pressure from a higher essence, they are all fleeting illusions.

(End of Chapter)