Chapter 68

Thus, the decisive battle between the Wu and Demon clans concluded. In this battle, the Demon Clan did not win, nor did the Wu Clan, but the Demon Clan did not lose, and neither did the Wu Clan.

Seeing this, the various races of the Primordial World could not help but feel a sense of "the rabbit dying and the fox grieving."

Were the Wu and Demon clans powerful? They were extremely powerful. When they were present, they suppressed the myriad races of the Primordial World until they could barely breathe. But now that their era had ended, it made the myriad races begin to feel anxious and uneasy.

Would their own race also become like the Wu and Demon clans at some point in the future? They did not know, and they dared not think about it, but there was one thing the myriad races now knew.

That was to never think about contending for hegemony in the Primordial World. The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes had failed, and now the Wu and Demon clans had also failed; they did not want to be the next.

Looking at Mount Buzhou before him, and the crack at its summit, a bitter look appeared on Pan Huang's face. Was this the ending he wanted? Clearly not.

But now that things had developed to this point, Mount Buzhou still stood, yet it was no longer the same. Now, the crack in the sky of the Primordial World needed to be repaired. Although nothing major was happening for now, as time passed, this would ultimately be a hidden danger.

"Empress Nüwa, the remaining matters will be left to you." Pan Huang looked at the sky and said indifferently.

After speaking, Pan Huang picked up the Witch-Slaying Sword and vanished beneath Mount Buzhou.

In the Palace of the Empress Wa, Nüwa looked at the Qiankun Cauldron in her hands; she knew it was indeed time for her to act.

She first collected five-colored stones and refined them. After refining them, Nüwa arrived at the summit of Mount Buzhou.

"I ask for Teacher's assistance!" Looking at the Demon Court on the other side of the crack, Nüwa called out loudly.

The next second, the Primordial World shook, and the Demon Court detached from its original position and appeared elsewhere.

When the Demon Court detached from the summit of Mount Buzhou, a hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and endless gale winds and weak water surged toward the opening.

But before they could fall, Empress Nüwa had already applied the liquid refined from the five-colored stones to repair the hole.

The next second, rosy clouds filled the sky, and the entire Primordial World was draped in a layer of five-colored light, which was truly beautiful.

When the hole in the sky was repaired, merit descended from heaven. Empress Nüwa received ninety-five percent, and the remaining five percent was obtained by Pan Huang, because he had reminded Empress Nüwa.

Because in this life Mount Buzhou did not collapse and the other Saints did not help, this merit was obtained by Nüwa alone.

On this side, Pan Huang returned to Mount Shouyang.

Chang Xi and Xihe arrived at Mount Shouyang at the first opportunity, but Pan Huang did not want to see anyone; he just wanted to stay quietly for now.

Transmigrating to the Primordial World, he had planned every step carefully, all to protect the Wu Clan and the Ancestral Wu. Yet, the result had not changed, and Pan Huang fell into deep self-reproach.

"Since I did not change the predetermined ending, what is the meaning of my existence?" Pan Huang muttered to himself.

At this moment, he had forgotten that Mount Buzhou had not collapsed, that the human race had developed very rapidly under his guidance, that he had intercepted the disciples of Tongtian and Yuanshi, that Minghe had joined the Wu Clan, and that even the Underworld had been changed by Pan Huang.

At this moment, Pan Huang's mind was filled only with the scene of the Ancestral Wu self-destructing. Those sounds of explosions lingered in his mind, and those familiar faces and past memories surged constantly. Pan Huang felt his heart aching terribly. Of the thirteen Ancestral Wu of the Wu Clan, only he remained alive; even the Great Wu were dead, all of them dead.

"Master! Master!" Just as Pan Huang was lost in memories, Zhao Gongming's voice appeared in his ears.

"Master said to let Master be quiet for a while." Pan Huang's voice rang out, with a hint of annoyance in his words.

"Master! Empress Pingxin requests your presence." Zhao Gongming said hurriedly.

"Empress Pingxin! Seventh Sister, right, there is still Seventh Sister, I still have Seventh Sister!" Hearing Zhao Gongming's voice, Pan Huang immediately regained his senses.

Afterward, he vanished from the spot. Outside the hall, feeling his master's aura disappear, a smile appeared on Zhao Gongming's face; it seemed his master had realized it.

When Pan Huang appeared again, he had already arrived at the Cliff of Returning Souls. As he appeared there, a golden light pulled him from the Six Paths of Reincarnation into the Pingxin Hall.

"Seventh Sister!" Seeing Empress Pingxin, Pan Huang called out excitedly.

"You're here!" Empress Pingxin looked at Pan Huang and said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go welcome Big Brother and the others." Empress Pingxin said with a smile.

"Re... really?" Pan Huang was so excited he could barely speak clearly.

"Let's go!" Empress Pingxin did not speak.

The next second, they vanished from the Pingxin Hall, and when they appeared again, they were already at the palace of the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

Then Empress Pingxin waved her hand, and more than a dozen figures walked out from the rear hall of the Great Emperor of Fengdu's palace.

When he saw these figures clearly, tears immediately welled up in Pan Huang's eyes, for these people were exactly Dijiang and the others.

"Pan Huang greets all my brothers and sisters." Pan Huang composed himself and bowed to the people before him.

"Thirteenth Brother, are you very excited to see us?" Shebishi looked at Pan Huang with a smile.

Pan Huang nodded vigorously.

Seeing Pan Huang like this, Shebishi came up and gave him a big hug, and the others also came forward one by one to give Pan Huang a hug.

"Thirteenth Brother, you were right. The Wu Clan is still here, and we are still here; we have just changed our way of existing." Dijiang said to Pan Huang with a smile.

"As long as you are here, as long as you are here!" Pan Huang nodded excitedly.

"Big Brother, since you have returned, then take your positions." Empress Pingxin said with a smile.

"Yes, Empress Pingxin." Dijiang and the others nodded.

The next second, except for Dijiang, everyone transformed into a streak of black light and vanished from the palace of the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

When everyone had taken their positions, the entire Netherworld trembled, and the power of the Earthly Dao was strengthened once again.

Feeling the change in the Earthly Dao, Pan Huang's expression changed drastically. He finally understood why that aura had been so familiar; besides the aura of the Heavenly Dao, the one that had pinned him to the ground back then had also included the aura of the Earthly Dao.

"Thirteenth Brother, please forgive us. In that situation back then, Big Brother and the others had to fall first; otherwise, the Heavenly Dao would have seized a handle, and the Earthly Dao would not have had as much say." Seeing Pan Huang's drastically changed expression, Empress Pingxin looked apologetic.

In fact, when the power of the Earthly Dao was mobilized to suppress Pan Huang back then, Empress Pingxin had participated in it.

"It is fine! As long as the result is good, that is enough." Pan Huang took a deep breath and said.

In fact, this situation was the best possible outcome. The Ancestral Wu had not completely returned to the embrace of the Father God Pangu; this was already a blessing in disguise. As long as they were still alive, that was enough.

Now they had simply changed their way of living. As long as they were still his brothers and sisters, that was enough.

(End of chapter)