Chapter 40: World Blockade, Wu-Demon Ceasefire

On the side of Mount Buzhou, after Panhuang finished speaking that sentence, the collapse of the True Body of Pangu stopped immediately. Afterward, the group of Ancestral Witches immediately felt a force from the netherworld surge into their bodies. Everyone felt it and discovered that this was actually the world-opening mark, which made expressions of ecstasy appear on their faces.

After Panhuang received this world-opening mark, ecstasy also appeared on his face. He knew that the Three Pure Ones' status as the Pangu Orthodox Lineage had been stripped away by Father God's will. From now on, they could no longer be called the Pangu Orthodox Lineage; they could only be Pangu primordial spirit transformations, not the Pangu Orthodox Lineage. When encountering danger, Pangu's will would no longer protect them.

When they finished absorbing this world-opening mark, the True Body of Pangu exploded with a bang, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared on the spot. At this time, their faces were pale and their auras were withered; clearly, their consumption was very large.

But they only had a relatively large consumption and did not lose any of their origins. This credit was all due to the Pangu Jade Marrow.

Without the Pangu Jade Marrow, the Ancestral Witches would definitely be in a different state now.

"Lord Ancestral Witches!"

The people of the Wu Clan hurriedly surrounded them after the Ancestral Witches restored their true bodies.

"It's fine, it's fine!" Shebishi said with a smile.

"That was satisfying! That was satisfying!" Zhurong lay on the ground, laughing out loud.

"Thirteenth Brother, you truly are Thirteenth Brother. If it weren't for Thirteenth Brother, we might not have been able to injure that old man Hongjun this time." Zhurong said with a smile.

Other Ancestral Witches nodded after hearing this. At the very beginning, the True Body of Pangu was controlled by Dijiang, but after Hongjun descended, the True Body of Pangu was taken over by Panhuang. After all, Hongjun was a Saint. If it were controlled by Dijiang, they might suffer losses, as the Ancestral Witches were all reckless men.

But after Panhuang took over, the situation of the battle changed immediately. Under Panhuang's control, they severely injured Hongjun, and the price was just exhaustion.

What Panhuang was most proud of was that he had stripped the Three Pure Ones of their status as the Pangu Orthodox Lineage.

In fact, if Tongtian could have been slightly better to him, influenced by the novels of the Primordial World from his previous life, he would have helped Tongtian. However, the Tongtian that Panhuang faced was not the Tongtian he knew, which made all of Panhuang's goodwill toward Tongtian disappear.

In the time that followed, the Three Pure Ones targeted the Wu Clan everywhere, and Panhuang didn't indulge them either. This time, he even relied directly on Pangu's will to strip them of their status as the Pangu Orthodox Lineage.

"Hiss! If Pangu's will can strip the Three Pure Ones of their will, does that mean that if a way is found, Pangu can be resurrected?" A crazy thought suddenly appeared in Panhuang's heart.

This time they severely injured the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, and they definitely wouldn't let it go. Mount Buzhou would definitely be within the Heavenly Dao's schemes. After all, all the novels in his previous life said that the ultimate goal of the Heavenly Dao's schemes against the Wu Clan was actually to make Mount Buzhou collapse.

Because Mount Buzhou was the final manifestation of Pangu's will. If Mount Buzhou collapsed, Pangu would never exist again.

"Father God transformed into all things. If I use the blood from the Sea of Blood plus the primordial spirit origins of the Three Pure Ones and place them on the top of Mount Buzhou, can I give Father God a place to reside? Will this allow Father God to be resurrected?" Panhuang asked himself in his heart.

Although he knew the possibility was extremely small, he still wanted to try. Now the seawater in the Sea of Blood had no problems, and the Three Pure Ones' primordial spirits were a problem now, after all, they were about to become Saints. But what Panhuang didn't know was that after Pangu's will stripped the Three Pure Ones of their world-opening mark, it also stripped the Pangu aura from their primordial spirit origins. When stripping the Pangu aura, Pangu's will had actually already extracted a trace of primordial spirit origin power from the Three Pure Ones, but the Three Pure Ones didn't discover it. In their view, this was just the manifestation of the loss of the origin aura.

"First refine the water of the Sea of Blood, then find the primordial spirits of the Three Pure Ones. That's it." Finally, Panhuang formulated an immature plan in his heart.

Just as Panhuang was plotting, the group of Ancestral Witches recovered a little strength, and they stood up shakily.

"Lads, let's go home! Don't waste the corpses of these demon cubs; we'll have a celebration feast." Dijiang said to everyone.

"Don't forget to collect the corpses of our own brothers; they will appear in the tribe again in the future." Zhu Jiuyin added.

"Wu! Wu! Wu!" The group of Wu Clan members roared toward the sky.

The forces watching in secret showed bitter expressions. No one could stop the rise of the Wu Clan anymore. Even the Dao Ancestor was severely injured under the siege of the Pangu phantom. Who else in this Primordial land could be their opponent?

"This can't be wasted!" Seeing the blood left behind after Hongjun was injured, Panhuang said with a smile.

After speaking, the power of the Law covered that pool of blood. When Panhuang's power of the Law covered the blood, the blood actually emitted a white light; it was actually trying to resist Panhuang's refining, which surprised Panhuang.

This was the first time he had seen such a situation. If he refined this blood and gave it to Zhongling, or to Lengyue, or to Ruyi and the others, he believed that it would definitely allow Ruyi and the others' strength to increase by a large margin.

"Still daring to resist?" Panhuang chuckled and increased the output of the power of the Law.

A few breaths later, the white light on the blood disappeared, and then a pressure permeated from the blood.

"Pah!" Panhuang directly ignored this pressure. He could even withstand Pangu's pressure; mere Saint pressure was nothing at all.

It didn't take long for Hongjun's blood to be refined by Panhuang into a pale golden blood bead.

After thinking about it, Panhuang gave this blood bead to Ruyi.

Ruyi's original form was the Heavenly Secret Disk. If she could be promoted to an innate supreme treasure, it would be a huge help to Panhuang. Of course, this was just a beautiful wish of Panhuang's for now.

"Zhongling! This Chaos Bell is handed over to you. Whether you can assimilate it depends on your ability." Panhuang handed the Chaos Bell he snatched from Taiyi to Zhongling.

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to!" Zhongling nodded very seriously.

In fact, it didn't matter whether she assimilated it or not; Panhuang just wanted Zhongling to feel the aura of the Chaos Bell so that she could grow. When he refined Zhongling, he had modeled her after the Chaos Bell.

"Go home!" After dealing with the matters here, Panhuang waved his hand.

Previously, the Wu Clan had already ordered the Wu Clan lads to clean up the battlefield, and now it was basically finished. As Panhuang's voice fell, the group of Wu Clan members carried the spoils of war and the corpses of their companions and walked toward the direction of the tribe.

After returning to the tribe, Panhuang took the corpses of the Wu Clan lads to the Blood Pool. Ruyi also followed in. He had obtained Hongjun's blood bead and was preparing to go into seclusion to refine it, so Panhuang arranged for her to be by the side of the Blood Pool, mainly because it was safe here and could shield the heavenly secrets.

After Ruyi went into seclusion, Panhuang returned the Wu Clan's corpses to their origins and put them into the Blood Pool. Looking at the blood cocoons in the Blood Pool, a smile appeared on Panhuang's face.

"Thirteenth Brother, everyone is waiting for you." When Panhuang came out of the Pangu Palace, he met Zhurong who was looking for him.

"I'm finished here too, let's go over." Panhuang nodded.

"Thirteenth Brother, what do we plan to do next?" Looking at the celebrating Wu Clan lads, Dijiang asked Panhuang.

"Of course, it's to destroy the Demon Court! Now Di Jun and Taiyi are severely injured and dying; this is an excellent opportunity." Panhuang didn't hesitate at all.

"But now the Demon Court still has Nüwa and Fuxi, as well as the Ten Great Demon Sages, and Kunpeng!"

"Nüwa and Fuxi shouldn't interfere too much in the Demon Court's affairs. As long as the Demon Race is still there, Nüwa will have fortune, and she won't say anything. As for the Ten Great Demon Sages and Kunpeng? They are just chickens and dogs." Panhuang said with disdain.

"Then we'll listen to Thirteenth Brother." The group of Ancestral Witches nodded.

"After we rest and reorganize during this period, we will start a counterattack on the Demon Court." Jumang said.

"Good!" The group of Ancestral Witches nodded.

Zixiao Palace, Hongjun was looking at the unconscious Di Jun and Taiyi with a gloomy face. It wasn't that he had any thoughts about Di Jun and Taiyi; Di Jun and Taiyi had been acting according to Hongjun's vision. What angered Hongjun was the Wu Clan, the Ancestral Witches.

Thinking of this, Hongjun couldn't help but touch his chest. Although the wound there had healed, when Hongjun's hand touched his chest, there would still be bursts of stinging pain. This was a psychological stinging pain.

"You crossed the line." Hongjun said coldly.

The next second, luster appeared in Hongjun's eyes: "Crossed the line? What talk of crossing the line is there?"

After saying this, Hongjun's expression became cold again: "Why block me? If I had used the power of the world to suppress Pangu's will back then, I wouldn't have been injured."

"This is this poor Daoist's body. This poor Daoist hasn't said anything yet, why are you anxious first?"

"This is your mission. You had better not force me to erase your consciousness."

"You can try."

"Hmph! If you dare to block me again next time, I will definitely erase your consciousness."

Hongjun's expression switched constantly. Clearly, this was the Heavenly Dao Hongjun and the Xuanmen Hongjun talking.

"This poor Daoist is waiting for the day you erase this poor Daoist's consciousness. It's just that I don't know if this poor Daoist will transcend the Heavenly Dao first, or if you will erase this poor Daoist's consciousness first." Xuanmen Hongjun said with a smile.

Just after speaking, his consciousness was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Hongjun, and a cold expression reappeared on his face.

"You can't escape it. This is your mission." Heavenly Dao Hongjun said coldly.

After speaking, he waved his hand, and Di Jun and Taiyi disappeared from Zixiao Palace. After Di Jun and Taiyi disappeared from Zixiao Palace, Hongjun took out the Creation Jade Disk. After a flash of light, the phantom of the Demon Court appeared on the Creation Jade Disk.

Looking at the Demon Court before him, Heavenly Dao Hongjun reached out and pointed, and the core strength of the Demon Race returned to the Demon Court from all over the Primordial World.

With another point, a transparent light shield covered the entire Demon Court, completely isolating the Demon Court from the Primordial World.

Hongjun had to do this. If he didn't, the Demon Court would definitely be destroyed by the Wu Clan, which was not the result Hongjun wanted to see.

"The war between the Wu and Demon races has caused endless slaughter and suffering across the Primordial World, giving rise to the aura of the Great Calamity. I, the Dao Ancestor, now declare: the Demon Race shall govern the heavens, and the Wu Clan shall govern the earth. There shall be no further conflict for ten thousand years." After isolating the Demon Court from the Primordial World, the Heavenly Dao Hongjun used the Zixiao Palace to spread his voice throughout the entire Primordial World.

In fact, Heavenly Dao Hongjun really didn't want to say this sentence, but he had to provide a result for this matter, so he had to say it.

The result was just as Hongjun thought. When his voice spread throughout the Primordial World, not many people cared. When he was still the Dao Ancestor, still the first Saint of the Primordial World, everyone respected him and feared him.

But when the Dao Ancestor was defeated by the Ancestral Witches in such a sorry state, many people's awe for the Dao Ancestor decreased.

So the Dao Ancestor was not invincible after all. So the Dao Ancestor could also be defeated, and the Dao Ancestor could also be injured! This was the inner voice of most people.

In Mount Buzhou, when the Wu Clan heard Hongjun's voice, they showed expressions of disdain. He had already been defeated, yet he still put on a high-and-mighty posture; it was truly disgusting!

A hundred years later, after recuperating, the Wu Clan recovered a portion of their combat power, and Dijiang mobilized troops again.

This time he wanted to destroy the Demon Court. There could only be one voice in the Primordial World, and that was the voice of the Wu Clan, the voice of the descendants of Pangu, the Pangu Orthodox Lineage.

And Panhuang did not follow the Ancestral Witches to conquer the Demon Court. At this time, he had come to the other side of Mount Buzhou. This was the area of Nüwa's dojo.

After arriving here, Panhuang saw Nüwa sitting by a pool of water, lost in thought. Beside her were many clay sculptures, all kinds, in various shapes.

Clearly, Nüwa had already comprehended the path to becoming a Saint from the Purple Qi of Hongmeng, but she hadn't grasped the key point. Seeing this, a smile appeared on Panhuang's face. It seemed he had come at just the right time.

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa certainly has leisure and elegance!" Panhuang said with a smile.

After hearing Panhuang's words, Nüwa turned to look at Panhuang, her brows furrowed.

"I don't know what Fellow Daoist Panhuang has come here for? Are you here to drive me away?" Nüwa asked. After all, the Wu Clan now regarded Mount Buzhou as the Wu Clan's forbidden area. Except for the Wu Clan, no other cultivators were allowed on Mount Buzhou.

"That's not it. This poor Daoist was just wandering around and happened to arrive here. Seeing Fellow Daoist Nüwa lost in thought here, I walked over." Panhuang smiled and sat down beside Nüwa.

Nüwa glanced at Panhuang sitting beside her, her face expressionless. She shifted her attention back to the pool of water before her.

"Three-Light Divine Water, it's a good thing. If paired with Nine-Heaven Breathing Earth and the Dao of Creation, it could be used to make a point." Panhuang scooped up some Three-Light Divine Water from the pool and took a sip, saying it as if unintentionally.

But this sentence was like a thunderclap in Nüwa's ears, and even the Purple Qi of Hongmeng began to tremble violently.

"Can Fellow Daoist elaborate?" Nüwa turned and looked at Panhuang eagerly.

"Ah! Elaborate? Elaborate on what?" Panhuang looked confused.

"Fellow Daoist, don't play dumb. You came here today, you should be here to find me, right?" Nüwa seemed to have seen through Panhuang.

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa is indeed smart." Seeing Nüwa say this, Panhuang stopped pretending.

"Please elaborate, Fellow Daoist." Nüwa bowed to Panhuang.

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa's path to becoming a Saint should be creation, right?" Panhuang asked such a question.

"That's right!" Nüwa nodded generously. There was nothing to hide about this.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 41 =====