Chapter 550: Summoning Pangu, the Jade Emperor Mediates

Boom!

A massive Buddha palm descended from the sky, majestic and unfathomable, with ten thousand rays of Buddha Light suppressing everything.

The ten thousand bolts of Thunder generated by the power of the Thunder Law of the Thunder Witch Ancestor Qiangliang were shattered in an instant, ceasing to exist.

Furthermore, Qiangliang was shaken back two steps. Rulai pressed his palms together, a look of compassion on his face, and said:

"Qiangliang, I do not wish to be enemies with you Ancestral Witches. However, that does not mean Buddhism fears you!"

"Well, you, Rulai, you've got some tricks. It seems that after so long, the world has forgotten the might of us Ancestral Witches," Qiangliang said loudly.

"Brothers, attack together!"

As the words fell, the Poison Ancestral Witch Shebishi, the Wind Ancestral Witch Tianwu, the Fire Ancestral Witch Zhurong, the Water Ancestral Witch Gonggong, the Wood Ancestral Witch Rushou, and the Electricity Ancestral Witch Xi all struck at once.

Eight or nine Original Laws spanned the sky, filling the entire firmament of the Earth Immortal Realm, with constant visions that shook the heavens and the earth.

These Original Laws were among the most fundamental powers of heaven and earth; other Great Abilities who cultivated the Laws of wind, fire, water, electricity, and thunder could all feel a sense of suppression.

Seeing this, Tathagata Buddha frowned.

With so many Ancestral Witches attacking together, even he could not gain any advantage.

However, what Buddhism feared least was a group fight.

Comparing numbers?

The next second, a ray of Buddha Light lit up the western sky again. An emaciated, bald old man arrived via Teleportation on a Buddha cloud; it was the Past Buddha of the West, Randeng.

Randeng pressed his palms together, and twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls were arranged in front of him in sequence. Each one emitted a rich Buddha Light, within which one could see many worlds rising and falling, ten thousand paths vanishing, and even scenes of the world's inception and the opening of Chaos.

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, cease your insolence!"

Randeng spoke slowly, and the twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls flew toward the firmament, suddenly enlarging until each was as vast as a star. Looking up, it was like twenty-four stars arranged in a row, containing terrifying power.

The Innate Spirit Treasure Sea-Calming Pearls were once the magic treasure of the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming, but unfortunately, they were taken by the rogue cultivator Xiao Sheng's Money for Dropping Treasures, and later, after Xiao Sheng was killed by Randeng, the Sea-Calming Pearls became Randeng's treasure.

The immeasurable light released by a single Sea-Calming Pearl was enough to severely injure a Great Luo Golden Immortal; if twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls attacked together, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would perish.

At this moment in the North Sea, the entire sky was obscured by the star-sized Sea-Calming Pearls. The world was dim, with only the Buddha Light on the surface of the pearls shining. Randeng sat atop them, his pressure profound and heavy.

If Randeng were to lift a hand and let these twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls crash down together, it would surely turn the world upside down; even if the entire North Sea were not destroyed, at least half of it would vanish.

As for the living beings within it, they would be turned to dust instantly.

"That old thief Randeng is not dead yet."

Dijun could not help but complain upon seeing an old acquaintance.

As one of the Three Emperors of the Ancient Demon Clan, he naturally recognized Randeng.

Back when the Demon Court was first established, they had invited Randeng to join, but unfortunately, this guy didn't give them face and went to the Jie Sect, entering under the tutelage of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Kunpeng's expression was ugly. What was Randeng trying to do, using his Beiming as a sacrifice to the heavens?

If these Sea-Calming Pearls crashed down, how many spirits would perish in the North Sea?

The Ancestral Witches were also startled by Randeng for a second upon seeing this, but it was only for a second.

When it came to fighting, the Ancestral Witches had never backed down.

"Old bald thief, who are you trying to scare?"

"Brothers, form the array!"

Qiangliang shouted, not intimidated by Randeng in the slightest.

Including the eldest, Dijiang, the eleven Ancestral Witches lined up in order. Suddenly, in the void, a mysterious power descended across time and space, accompanied by a mysterious desire for sacrifice.

At this moment, the Three Realms and all living beings in heaven and earth inexplicably felt a sense of worship.

It was an awe for a supreme, holy, and transcendent existence, indescribable and unclear.

All living beings looked up, and in the high heavens, they seemed to see a phantom standing tall between heaven and earth!

Pangu!

After many years, the aura of Pangu appeared once again.

For an existence like Pangu, although he had perished after opening the heavens, his body dying and his Dao dissipating.

But how could such an existence truly be dead?

As long as someone remembered him and someone studied his Dao and Law, he was not dead, and sooner or later, he would be reborn.

What's more, whether it was the Sanqing or the Ancestral Witches, all were transformed from Pangu!

In a sense, Pangu was all living beings, but all living beings were not Pangu.

At this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches once again unleashed the number one forbidden array of ancient times, the Twelve Capital Divine Demon Array.

Behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the phantom of Pangu gradually emerged, slowly becoming clear.

Rulai's expression changed drastically, and even Randeng showed a hint of panic.

He had originally intended to scare the Twelve Ancestral Witches and knock them down a peg so they wouldn't be so arrogant.

Who would have thought these twelve brutes would go straight for their ultimate move!

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches truly summoned the Pangu True Body, it would be a great catastrophe; how could the current world contain the great power of the Pangu True Body!

It was feared that the entire Earth Immortal Realm would collapse!

"These Twelve Ancestral Witches..." The Jade Emperor, watching from the sidelines, was speechless.

"Qiangliang, are we really going to summon the Father God True Body?" Rushou transmitted his voice.

"I don't know either, but we've already reached this point; we can't let others look down on us Ancestral Witches," Qiangliang said.

"Big Brother, what do you think?" Zhurong asked.

Watching the Pangu phantom become increasingly solid, it seemed as if it would descend across time and space in the next second.

"No matter, at worst, we perish together," Dijiang said.

"Big Brother, we have only just been resurrected," Zhujiuyin complained.

"I originally just wanted to scare these gods and Buddhas, I didn't expect to take it this far," Qiangliang said.

"Pangu True Body?"

Below, Xuanzang did not intervene in this great battle, but instead watched the Pangu phantom with great interest; he was also curious about what this first god and buddha of the creation of the world was truly like.

"Father God!"

Looking at the shadow in the dark Void, Houtu felt a surge of sorrow, a reaction from her very bloodline.

She seemed to resonate with the summoned Pangu phantom.

"This is the Great God Pangu; even a mere projection has such might."

Qing'er's eyes were like torches; she truly wanted to see just how strong Pangu was at his peak.

"Rulai, what do you think?" Randeng asked via voice transmission; they couldn't possibly actually fight, could they?

Rulai was silent, then said, "If the Pangu True Body is truly summoned by the Ancestral Witch, then none of us will be able to leave today."

"But, I can't just apologize, can I? Don't I have any face to save?" Randeng said.

"Sigh." Rulai shook his head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Everyone cared about their face; it was impossible for anyone to be the first to bow their head.

The Jade Emperor could not watch any longer and hurriedly shouted:

"Everyone, stop. Is there anything that cannot be settled by sitting down and talking? Listen to my advice."

"Xiaoyu, don't get involved in this. You can't handle it," the Demon Emperor Dijun said with schadenfreude.

He was eager to see the Ancestral Witch and the bald thieves of Buddhism both suffer and perish together; wouldn't the Demon Race rise then?

"Xiaoyu..." The Jade Emperor could not help but turn back to look at Dijun, nearly unleashing a Nine Dragon True Qi on the spot.

To be called Xiaoyu as the dignified Jade Emperor—this Dijun was truly audacious.

Who exactly was the Lord of the Heavenly Court?

At this moment, a holy light flew from the Chaos toward the Earth Immortal Realm.