Chapter 28

After hearing Nüwa's explanation, Taiyi's face immediately returned to his usual arrogant and unbridled expression, and he even laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, so that's how it is. Since there are drawbacks, then we don't need to fear those Wu Clan members anymore."

"Lord Eastern Emperor, we had better not be so optimistic!" Seeing Taiyi like this, Bai Ze quickly said. He was truly afraid that Taiyi would get carried away and then launch a counterattack against the Wu Clan, in which case it would be their Demon Race that suffered.

"Taiyi, although we know the drawbacks of the Sorcerer Clan summoning the Pangu phantom, do you know how long they can sustain it? Or do you have the strength to defeat the Great God Pangu?" Kunpeng looked at the arrogant Taiyi and asked.

Hearing Kunpeng's words, Taiyi was instantly silenced.

Indeed! Knowing the drawbacks is one thing, but they still didn't have the strength to defeat the Ancestral Witches. According to the current situation, the Pangu phantom summoned by the Ancestral Witches could exist for at least three to five breaths, or even longer, because when they fled initially, it took about three to five breaths.

If they chose to fight head-on, let alone three to five breaths, if they could withstand Pangu's attack for two breaths, they could walk sideways across the Primordial World.

"Demon Emperor, I would like to ask if your Primordial River-Luo Array can be upgraded?" Fuxi thought for a moment and asked Di Jun.

"I don't know, I haven't studied the River Chart and Luo Book carefully." Di Jun shook his head.

"Demon Emperor, since the Primordial River-Luo Array was able to trap the Twelve Ancestral Witches just now, if we change to a more powerful array, could we trap the Pangu phantom? We don't ask for much, ten breaths would suffice. I estimate that ten breaths should be the limit for the Ancestral Witches." Fuxi looked at everyone and analyzed his view.

If Panhuang had not transmigrated, the success rate of Fuxi's theory would basically be over ninety-five percent. But now it was different; Panhuang had transmigrated. As early as after the first lecture, Panhuang had taken the Ancestral Sorcerers to climb Mount Buzhou once and refine their bloodlines once.

This time was too hasty; after all, it was their first time summoning the True Body of Pangu, so there would be some unfamiliarity. Once they were familiar with it, plus Panhuang's help, he wouldn't dare say more, but five minutes of time could still be guaranteed.

"Ancestral Witch, a Daoist has come from outside. He says he is from the Sea of Blood and wishes to see the Ancestral Witch." Kuafu walked into the main hall of the Artifact Witch Tribe and said to Panhuang.

Now Panhuang's injuries had fully healed under the restoration of the Divine Forging Law, but the Ancestral Witches were still recuperating in the Pangu Hall, so Panhuang had temporarily taken over all the affairs of the Wu Clan.

"Let him in." Panhuang nodded.

After a while, a person in a black robe walked in. Upon seeing Panhuang, he threw out a blood bead. Panhuang was stunned when he saw it; he didn't expect Styx to send seawater from the Sea of Blood.

"Go back and tell him not to go to such trouble in the future; his place will be of great importance later on." Panhuang originally wanted to return the blood bead, but after thinking about the Ancestral Witches in the Pangu Hall, he put it away and said this.

"Good!" The black-robed person nodded, then turned into a pool of blood and floated into the blood bead in Panhuang's hand.

"Ruyi!" After the black-robed person disappeared, Panhuang said softly to Ruyi beside him.

Ruyi nodded and tapped the void a few times. Ripples appeared in the void, and after a few breaths, they disappeared.

Currently, the relationship between the Wu Clan and the Sea of Blood could not be exposed, which was why Panhuang was so careful.

"Siting, Ruyi, manage the affairs of the Wu Clan recently. I am going back to the Pangu Hall." Looking at the blood bead in his hand, Panhuang said to Siting and Ruyi.

Zhong Ling and Leng Yue were only suitable for fighting; when it came to management, they were really not good at it. Only Siting and Ruyi were decent.

Just as he arrived at the Pangu Hall, the entire Primordial World suddenly shook, and then Hongjun's voice appeared throughout the entire Primordial World.

"A thousand years have passed. Those with affinity may come to the Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao!"

After hearing Hongjun's words, the Three Pure Ones flew away from Mount Kunlun without a word, fearing that they would be a moment too late. The reason they were so proactive was that after the second lecture ended, the Dao Ancestor had said that the content of the third lecture would be about becoming a Saint.

Other guests of the Zixiao Palace also rushed to Chaos after hearing Hongjun's words. The content of this lecture was about becoming a Saint; if they arrived late and didn't hear it, it would be the greatest regret of their lives.

"The third lecture? It seems that these three thousand years can be well utilized." Panhuang looked in the direction of the Demon Court and Mount Kunlun and said in his heart.

In the blood pool of the Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were healing. Looking at the aura on their bodies, the injuries should have been seven or eight-tenths healed.

Panhuang sat by the blood pool and took out the blood bead to refine it. As time passed, the Pangu pressure in the blood bead became heavier and heavier, but this did not affect Panhuang.

Because he discovered that the Pangu pressure in the blood bead was actually being absorbed by the statue of the Great God Pangu above the blood pool. This was something Panhuang had not expected.

Time flew by, and five hundred years passed. This time, without the obstruction of the Pangu pressure, Panhuang used all his strength to refine the blood bead in his hand. Finally, thirteen blood beads the size of soybeans appeared in his hand. These blood beads emitted a very powerful Pangu pressure, but they did not affect anyone in the Pangu Hall.

"Done!" Looking at the blood beads in his hand, Panhuang smiled.

The next second, he flicked his finger, and twelve blood beads flew into the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, while the last one was consumed by Panhuang himself.

The moment the blood bead entered his stomach, the bloodline in Panhuang's body instantly boiled, followed by pain that went deep into his soul. A large number of cracks appeared on his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, making him look like a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment.

Panhuang endured the pain and crawled bit by bit to the edge of the blood pool, then plunged into it.

After entering the blood pool, the pain decreased slightly, but it was only slightly. That kind of pain was still difficult for ordinary people to accept.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were also rolling in the blood pool like Panhuang, wailing in pain. They even revealed their true forms. Fortunately, this was the forbidden area of the entire Wu Clan, and no one except the Ancestral Witches could enter, so they were not discovered by the Wu Clan outside.

It is unknown how much time passed, but the Pangu statue above the blood pool suddenly emitted a soft white light that enveloped the entire blood pool. After receiving this white light, Panhuang and the others gradually calmed down.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches even turned back into blood cocoons, but Panhuang did not, because his situation at this time was different from that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

At this time, a black substance was constantly emerging from Panhuang's body. Looking closely, it was actually countless small black particles, a bit like iron, but also a bit like stone. But at this time, Panhuang did not know this; he had already entered meditation in the blood pool.

In the Primordial World, time is the least valuable thing, and there was nothing in the Pangu Hall to record time. When Panhuang woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed.

Before he could investigate, a pitch-black fragment suddenly fell into his arms. He was stunned, then picked up the fragment. It didn't matter if he didn't look, but one look gave Panhuang a fright—this was actually a fragment of the Pangu Axe.

The Pangu bloodline had actually forced out the fragment that had been integrated into his bloodline. Looking at the fragment in his hand, a thought suddenly appeared in Panhuang's mind: to refine the Pangu Axe.

Initially, Panhuang wanted to transform his body into the Pangu Axe and then bless it onto the True Body of Pangu, and he himself would become the true ancestor of artifact spirits.

But now it seemed that he had not become the ancestor of artifact spirits, but had become a true Ancestral Witch, because he felt that he actually had a true body.

Without thinking, Panhuang walked out of the blood pool for the first time, and then a large amount of gray energy appeared on his body. After the energy dissipated, a sturdy man, five meters tall, with bulging muscles, wearing unknown animal skin, hair draped casually, and emitting an ancient and desolate aura, appeared in the Pangu Hall.

"This is?" Seeing his own true body, Panhuang's mouth hung open in surprise, because his true body was exactly the same as Pangu's. What was going on?

"Fa-Father God!" Just as Panhuang was puzzled, a slightly surprised voice came from behind him.

Panhuang turned his head to look and saw Houtu covering her mouth in surprise. Seeing Panhuang turn around, she subconsciously wanted to kneel. How could Panhuang let Houtu kneel? He quickly dissipated his true body and returned to his human form.

"Thirteenth Brother! Was that your... true body just now?" Houtu looked at Panhuang, who had returned to human form, and said stutteringly.

"Yes!" Panhuang nodded.

"But that is..."

"I don't know what's going on either, but this is indeed my true body." Panhuang shrugged.

"Seventh Sister, don't talk about me, how are you all now?" Panhuang quickly changed the subject.

"Pretty good, this is thanks to Thirteenth Brother." Houtu said with a smile.

"It was just a small effort. Seventh Sister, you all should consolidate your cultivation first, I'll go check on the tribe." After Panhuang finished speaking, he left the Pangu Hall.

"I didn't expect my true body to be the same as Father God Pangu. If this is the case, after I obtain the merit of Nüwa creating humans, plus the merit of creating the Artifact Spirit Race, and then intercepting Laozi's merit, I wonder if I can use this to fuse with my true spirit and conceive a primordial spirit? Just like the Ancestral Witch Houtu in the original work. If I can conceive a primordial spirit, can I be called Little Pangu?" Panhuang muttered to himself.

After seeing Siting and the others, Panhuang asked if there had been any changes in the Wu Clan during the time he was away. Siting told Panhuang that there were no changes.

Since Hongjun's third lecture began, the Primordial World had become unusually quiet, even quieter than before. Panhuang thought for a moment and knew the reason—it was nothing more than because of the Wu Clan and the Pangu phantom.

"There are about two thousand five hundred years left until Hongjun's lecture ends. Time is a bit tight!" After listening to Siting and the others, Panhuang muttered to himself.

Ten years later, the Twelve Ancestral Witches walked out of the Pangu Hall one after another. They had all advanced to the Quasi-Saint realm, and Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Houtu had even reached the mid-stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.

"Thirteenth Brother, we brothers won't say words of thanks." Seeing Panhuang, Di Jiang patted him on the shoulder.

"Brothers and sisters, there are about two thousand five hundred years left until Hongjun's lecture ends. Our time seems sufficient, but in reality, it's not enough." Panhuang looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches and said.

"I want to climb Mount Buzhou with you all again. This time we will only climb for five hundred years, climbing as high as we can, and then descend. While those people haven't returned, we will maximize the benefits of our Wu Clan." When Panhuang said the last sentence, a soul-snatching cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Good!" Di Jiang agreed almost without any hesitation.

After arranging the affairs of the Wu Clan, Panhuang followed the Twelve Ancestral Witches to continue climbing Mount Buzhou. Because they had climbed it once before, they reached their previous position without much effort this time. Due to the improvement in their strength, everyone had no discomfort this time.

Three hundred years later.

At this time, Panhuang and the Twelve Ancestral Witches could already see the top of the mountain. It was truly visible to the naked eye. At this moment, the top of the mountain was at most eight hundred to one thousand meters away from them by visual estimation. However, once they reached here, the Pangu pressure almost formed a substance, and every step was very difficult.

Even with the Ancestral Witch bloodline that had been refined twice, every step they took now made their bones creak, and blood seeped out of their bodies, staining their clothes red.

Walking at the very front was Panhuang. At this time, he had become a bloody person. Now his face was ferocious, his eyes were bulging, and his body was almost lying on the ground. For every step—no, it should be said, crawling—he had to rest for a long, long time to adapt to that pressure.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches behind him were the same, also gritting their teeth and persisting. In fact, they couldn't hold on a hundred years ago, but since their Thirteenth Brother hadn't left yet, they, as older brothers and sisters, were embarrassed to give up!

Another hundred years passed. Now they had spent four hundred years climbing Mount Buzhou, but they were still nearly five hundred meters away from the top.

This five-hundred-meter distance became a chasm for Panhuang and the others. In these hundred years, Panhuang's physical body had exploded once. Just when he thought he was going to die, a strange energy appeared and restored his exploded body. He knew this must be the remaining will of Pangu.

Therefore, Panhuang swore that he must reach the top of the mountain and see the scenery at the top of Mount Buzhou.

"Brothers... if you... if you just..." Panhuang turned his head to look at Di Jiang and the others at this time, saying intermittently. Before he could finish his sentence, he couldn't go on.

Here, every word spoken had to endure immense pain.

A look of apology appeared in the eyes of Di Jiang and the others, and then they began to move down the mountain bit by bit. Seeing them like this, Panhuang turned his head, a firm look appearing in his eyes.

When Di Jiang and the others disappeared from his sight, Panhuang took a deep breath, quickly took several steps forward, and then collapsed to the ground. His bones were immediately crushed into powder by the terrifying pressure of Mount Buzhou.

"I will not lose, I must climb to the top of the mountain!" Panhuang muttered to himself.

In the following days, relying on instinct and the wriggling of his body, Panhuang moved upward bit by bit. By the four hundred and fiftieth year, his consciousness had already blurred, his bones were all shattered, and there was blood everywhere on his body.

(End of this chapter)