Chapter 859

I had long been on guard against your Twelve Ancestral Witches' rebellion, waiting for you!

Who are the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors set up for? It's you!

Emperor Hong's voice shook the ages, "You Wu Clan Twelve Ancestral Witches, if you unite, victory or defeat remains undecided."

Too bad!

Houtu, you followed the strategy "subdue external threats only after securing internal stability," launched a military coup, trimming the forces of Emperor Jiang and Gonggong line…… success thus, failure thus!

You cut off your own arm, how can you still contend with me?

Just relying on those remaining filler Ancestral Witches?

Facing us Five Directional Heavenly Emperors, their only possible outcome is utter defeat!

Emperor Hong's tone was cold; as the main person responsible for burying the Wu Clan, he was decisive in slaughter, leaving no mercy.

The Jumang Ancestral Witch, the Yuanhuang Great Sage, is handled by the Green Emperor.

The Zhurong Ancestral Witch, the Xihe Yuanjun, is handled by the White Emperor.

The Golden Mother, Taiyuan, Doumu…… are handed over to the Black Emperor.

Speaking of which, I should thank you…… Emperor Hong kills to the heart, "These people were all forced out by you, helplessly joining my side."

If it weren't for your excellence in ending the Heavenly Court, suppressing Hongjun, and pressing Fuxi into a dire situation…… I wouldn't find it easy to rally this troop!

"Losers' alliance? Avengers' alliance? Hey!" Emperor Hong chuckled lightly, "In the end, it formed the Anti-Wu Clan Alliance."

So, Houtu, admit defeat…… you can't overturn heaven!

Even if I gave you the Slay Immortal Sword Formation to help you become the Dao of Pangu, what then?

Just as you became Pangu, August Emperor came to meet you!

You cannot interfere in anything!

I help you attain the Dao, settling your benevolent creation toward humanity…… thereafter, cause and effect are cleared, I owe you nothing.

I hereby solemnly remind you…… just admit defeat!

This way, I can still guarantee you a decent ending; otherwise…… we'd both be embarrassed, why bother?

The Human Emperor sighed softly.

Too bad, his negotiation target won't shed tears until seeing the coffin.

Houtu Ancestral Witch's stubbornness makes her refuse to admit defeat.

A strange light flashed in her eyes, fleeting, while her mouth showed utter firmness and stubbornness.

You think I'm at the end of my rope!

Not yet!

I will not admit defeat!

In the netherworld, Houtu shouted angrily, "Even if we fight to the last soldier…… but as long as we wait for Nüwa to defeat August Emperor and turn the tide, everything can be salvaged!"

Hah…… Xuanyuan chuckled lightly, "Nüwa beating Fuxi? I don't really believe it."

But even if she wins, what then?

With August Emperor's ability, I believe he can endure for a long, long time…… until your side collapses first, after which it's just a replay of past events, like August Emperor Heavenly Emperor being forced to abdicate.

After all……

My several colleagues, suppressing the corresponding Ancestral Witches…… better not be too easy!

In the midst of talk and laughter, mountains and rivers trembled.

The fierce battle shook the ages.

It was a slaughter among peak great divine-ability masters, fighting bloodily!

The Ancestral Witches and Heavenly Emperors, this is the moment they decide the fate of the era!

But as Emperor Hong's assessment…… the gap is too great!

Like the Black Emperor…… even if he cannot roam tyrannically in a complete form, merely a new trumpet identity lets him breathe fresh air from the Purple Cloud Palace.

Yet, in passing, the Xuanming Ancestral Witch was beaten and retreated on the spot!

If not for someone considering the Kunlun Mirror's good aid, casually preserving her life…… she would have died on the spot!

The gap is too great, the battle is almost one-sided.

On Mount Fengqi, the Green Emperor's dharma body suppressed the Jumang Ancestral Witch.

Above the great sun, the White Emperor pressed down with one hand, making the Zhurong Ancestral Witch's mouth twitch, sighing as she retreated to the ends of the earth.

The starry sky vast, qi ethereal, they joined forces to fight, yet were mercilessly crushed by the most profound void of heaven and earth's origin, on the verge of collapse.

Look!

Soon there will be a result.

Emperor Hong said leisurely, "Unless your true form can return at the fastest speed…… but how could that be possible?"

The showdown of Pangu is destined to last a long time…… unless you can ambush.

But ambushing someone like August Emperor or Fuxi offers no hope…… except when he is supremely complacent, pulling a "steal the beam, replace the pillar" trick, unexpected, to pull a dark-horse move under the lamp.

Fuxi dares to let you roam free, letting you attain the Dao…… is he foolish? No, he is not, he naturally has confidence.

He early on gathered his crew, waiting for you to attain the Dao of Pangu, to make you understand why flowers are so red, why your brother is your brother.

We Five Directional Heavenly Emperors, to some extent, achieved this thereby, cutting off your rear, leaving you ultimately to fight alone, resulting in a natural defeat.

He shook his head, making Houtu give up that thought.

"Things depend on human effort." Houtu's gaze flashed frighteningly for a moment, "Five Directional Heavenly Emperors, right?"

"Human race, right? Demon sovereign, right? Heavenly Dao, right? Heavenly Emperor, right?"

The human race is my creation; I once was the Empress Wa, having just severed the Heavenly Dao…… when heaven and earth were opened, I also gained the merit of opening heaven and Pangu's essence blood!

You lot, you have direct karmic ties with me…… Houtu's tone shifted subtly for an instant, as if a flash of insight crossed her mind, how mad and bold it was, making her very body tremble.

In the past, she dared to think about it, but she didn't dare to do it.

Because she had suffered too many social beatings, no matter how she played she always lost; her brother, smiling, would point out her weaknesses and flaws, then press her to the ground and rub her.

But now…

"... I can make you, and I can destroy you!"

"I can defeat you once, and I can defeat you countless times!"

Houtu's expression didn't change, as if she hadn't schemed at all, merely showing her resolve.

"This is my era!"

"My era, I'm in charge!"

"What about the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors?!"

She shouted angrily, "Banner of the Multitudes! Yellow Spring Road!"

"Determine life and death, grasp the human Dao!"

As she summoned, a banner flew out from the flow of time, shaking the life source of the multitudes.

Also, an ancient stone road extended from the deepest part of the Cycle of Reincarnation Underworld, spanning the hearts of myriad spirits.

The authority over life and death, at this moment, captured all attention, becoming the focus of the universe.

As Nüwa attained the Dao and Pangu, the symbols of creation and reincarnation received an extraordinary interpretation—just as Fuxi accomplished the Hetu Luoshu!

"The rise and fall of the human Dao, the cosmic cycle of reincarnation… the order of heaven and earth is in my grasp!"

"Heavenly Emperor? Don't even think about causing trouble!"

With Houtu's edict, the cycle of life and death was suppressed in heaven and earth and across the ages; the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors who had struck down the ancestral witches were each restrained, so they could no longer act so wantonly vicious.

The situation stalled for a moment; the ancestral witches, though defeated, did not collapse, and they managed to restrain those few Heavenly Emperors.

But this was still not enough.

Those Heavenly Emperors—who among them is not a master of the Taiyi level?

The ancestral witches fought to the death, staking everything on their assault, yet they could only barely contend with the main force; even the slightest ripple left over would be enough to kill or cripple many great witches.

Moreover...

These Heavenly Emperors have no sense of martial virtue.

They love nothing more than bullying the weak.

Unable to crack the ancestral witches' hard bone, they would occasionally, at a random moment, strike down one or two other "lucky ones," sending them to oblivion.

Thus, on the battlefield, everyone felt endangered.

Having come this far, there was no better recourse; they could only fill the gap with their lives.

Only by enduring the darkest, most difficult period could they welcome the arrival of hope.

"My people! My subordinates!"

Houtu sounded the most ancient, weathered war drum of the Wu Clan, shaking the cosmos and awakening the surging battle blood within each witch: "The situation is dire! Are you willing to fight a final battle for me?"

"If you are unwilling, you may withdraw from the formation; I will bear no grudge."

"If you are willing, let us live and die together, and wield our blades against the cold-blooded, heartless emperor!"

Houtu was roaring in anger.

"Willing!"

The most resolute voices rose, coming from one ancient god great witch after another who had battled the eight wastes: "We are willing to lay down our lives for Houtu, Your Majesty!"

"Down with the unjust! Slay the emperor!"

"You will die," Houtu said softly.

"To die without regret, to repay the kindness of having been known!"

Battle formations rose one after another, and the great witches fought desperately!

They fought bloodied and frenzied, spontaneously forming organized warfare; some sacrificed their lives, taking on many with few, using their lives to block the great numbers of the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors' direct forces, not sparing to shed blood across the wilderness.

Likewise, some ignited the potential of their lives, attacking the Heavenly Emperors who lacked martial virtue and ran amok everywhere.

A great witch, holding shield and battle-axe, led the charge, directly rushing at Xuanyuan and killing his way up.

Also there was a top-tier great witch, originally of the Nine Li lineage of the human race, already crowned king, with the title Chiyou; he could have easily switched sides, but instead he resolutely raised the banner to overthrow the human emperor, leading eighty brother comrades, embracing a death wish, without the slightest hesitation.

Also someone sighed, drew his bow, nocked an arrow, shaped like a full moon, shot a heaven-shaking arrow that made the sun and moon dim and the stars lose luster, like the legend of shooting down ten suns; the arrow pointed at the White Emperor, pulling away hatred, with outstanding effect, causing the White Emperor's pupils to contract, he coldly smiled and moved, vowing to kill him, and would no longer slaughter the weak.

……

One great witch after another took action, attempting to reverse the situation, using their lives as the price, to repel the peerless human emperor and the Five Direction Heavenly Emperors, to endure the darkest times, to rescue Houtu suppressed in the cycle of rebirth, awaiting Nüwa's turn.

Compared to some ancestral witches who shift with the wind, like grass on a wall that falls whichever way the wind blows, they are instead loyally endearing.

They do not worry about how the future will be with Pangu—because it is too far off for them; only those at the Taiyi Daluo level or near it would consider and determine their stance.

Yet this also makes them appear all the more pure, for a scholar dies for one who knows him.

Nüwa widely bestowed grace; she had shown them kindness, so they naturally fought to the death, to slay the emperor and oppose the unjust.

Emperor Hong looked at this scene, fell silent for a moment, and no longer struck the underworld, devoured the cycle of rebirth, or suppressed Houtu.

After a long while, he let out a soft sigh, seeming rather wistful, full of thoughts: "Not bad, not bad."

"Houtu… although in your schemes and strategies you sometimes make me anxious."

"But I now need to admit, you also have your strengths."

"Uniting people's hearts, caring for your subordinates, earning their regard—even now, at this point, there are still those willing to lay down their lives for you, to fight for you with their lives… this is already no less than the August Emperor Heavenly Emperor."

"As a Wise Man, you are not qualified."

"But as a leader, I can give you a perfect score."

"Alas… although I am deeply moved, I must still suppress the Wu Clan's power, to announce the end of the era of the primordial ancient gods."

The human emperor raised his sword.

He was deeply moved, yet his hand remained merciless.

That sword light blazed, cutting through eternity, possessing supreme attack power.

The great witch Xingtian, dancing with shield and axe, was instantly severely wounded by this sword, his head severed, falling at the foot of a mountain on the Honghuang land.

Leading his followers, relinquishing the identity of the King of Jiuli, returning to become the captain of the guard of the ancestral witch Houtu, the great witch—Chiyou, similarly tragic, blood flowing mountains and rivers, the entire witch was split in half.

……

This is a boundless cruel battle.

Under the suppression of reincarnation and the suppression of Houtu, Emperor Hong remains overwhelmingly strong, slaughtering great witches as if cutting vegetables; no matter how many come, they cannot shake him in the slightest.

Yet even so, those great witches never gave up.

Xingtian's head was severed, unable to heal from the sword wound, so he discarded his head, remodeled his body, using his breasts as eyes, his navel as mouth, let out a roar, and charged again.

Chiyou pieced together his mutilated body, eyes wide with anger, raised his battle blade, fighting without rest.

……

Every inch of land and rivers, an inch of blood!

Such tragic grandeur moves even the Five Directions Heavenly Emperors.

"Kill! Let them kill!"

A great witch roared, "See if your blades are sharper, cutting us deeper, or our hearts are more resolute, able to create miracles!"

If the body is shattered, let the soul howl and charge.

If the soul withers, let obsession burn, even if it only wrinkles the enemy's sleeves.

They have traversed countless mountains and rivers, even struck down the Heavenly Court, never fleeing death… Today, facing a stronger foe, they still dare to draw their swords.

Not for justice or not, but merely following the heart's guidance, following their commander, fighting for Nüwa until the last breath.

Anyone who sees this scene would likely doubt who here is truly just and idealistic.

Fighting to madness, mountain after mountain leveled, star after star cut down… The ancient, everlasting Mount Buzhou, after countless self‑explosion washes, trembles, as if it might collapse at any moment!

No, it's not just as if.

It is truly collapsing!

"Boom!"

The Suiyue Changhe roars, the temporal nodes surge, the heavenly river flows vast, permeating the firmament's barriers!

Mount Buzhou glows, the mountain body unknowingly develops a great fissure, appearing through time, strange and wondrous!

The source of the Heavenly Dao surges, what kind of "history" is being staged, deep in the Suiyue Changhe, the Dragon Ancestor, originally suppressed by the Honghuang heaven and earth, is dragged out, like whipping a corpse, arriving at its calamitous moment!

All kinds of drastic changes are unfolding, the fortune of humanity surges, a great event is about to happen… Nevertheless, nothing can take away the brilliance of this moment's human‑witch conquest bloodbath, a collision staking all ideals, shattering the ages!

"Your blood will not be shed in vain…… I will seek justice for you…… Fuxi…… Xuanyuan……"

Houtu resides in the Underworld, desperately resisting Emperor Hong's encroachment, her lips almost bitten through.

So many loyal subordinates have been slain—how can one endure?

Hatred!

Great hatred!

Her feelings of hatred reach the extreme; she wants to do something.

And as she wished, the myriad‑changing source of time, a node shifts, cleaving the cosmos‑light ages, and descends.

……

"I seem to have understood something……"

"There is a black hand, always lurking…… yet it also evolved into a ray of miraculous light."

"Someone traverses the ages, at an obscure node, past, present, and future are all in chaos."

"Five Directions Heavenly Emperors…… together they seem to point toward Pangu?"

"What can I possibly do?"

"Standing at the end of this road, shall we leap in?"

"Just like the myriad schemes of the Dragon Ancestor, in the end they became my wedding gown……"

"Human Sovereign, Demon Sovereign, Dao Ancestor, Heavenly Emperor……"

"They are all related to me, seemingly able to be replaced, copied…… they are counterfeits, yet they can also be refined from false to true……"

"But…… I am still missing a few puzzle pieces……"

"However……"

"It's coming…… soon……"

"(End of chapter)"