Chapter 372: Ultimate Duel, Four Pangu! [Triple Combined, 10,000 Characters, Extra Chapter 2]

As Pangu’s true form first manifested, the vast will of primordial creation and division swept across the entire battlefield.

No—it pierced through past, present, and future!

The residual might of the Three Primordial Sounds had not yet faded; its peerless divine majesty, echoing through eternity, had been deeply imprinted upon the primordial spirits of every living being, bringing ultimate destruction and ultimate shock!

The gods of heaven and earth—whether the Dao Alliance’s deities, who had been steadily retreating and nearly lost all hope, or the Taiwei Alliance’s forces, who had just moments ago been arrogant and certain of victory—all now fell into an indescribable stupor and trembling.

They had never dreamed that, at this critical moment when all believed Dao Zu Hongjun was utterly defeated and the Dao Alliance’s collapse imminent, he could unleash such a shocking, unimaginable countermove!

This was no mere act of stemming the tide or propping up a collapsing edifice.

This was nothing short of reversing heaven and earth, redetermining life and death!

Facing this “Hong Pangu,” formed from the convergence of three thousand great Dao laws, even though they knew it was not the true body of Pangu descending, the awe and terror rooted deep within the primal essence of every deity still flooded their spirits like a tidal wave.

Chenxing Shangzun gripped the Juexian Sword tightly.

At this moment, he felt his throat dry and his legs weak, yet he could not help exclaiming: “My god, Pangu!”

“Hongjun… he… how did he get Pangu’s certification?!”

This ill-timed remark stood out sharply in the deathly silent battlefield, yet it voiced the unspoken thoughts of many deities.

Yes, Hongjun—on what grounds?

How dare you?

How could you?!

Yet at this very moment, those truly swept into a storm of upheaval, whose inner worlds were overturned, extended far beyond the deities on the battlefield.

The chaotic demonic gods, hidden in obscure temporal rifts, secretly observing the course of this Honghuang Great Calamity, were collectively silenced, plunged into unprecedented panic, confusion, and self-doubt!

“Pangu!”

The chaotic demonic gods gritted their teeth.

Through layers of temporal barriers, or by relying on broken symbiotic spiritual treasures, or burning their last remnants of primordial power, they stared fixedly at that towering, all-sovereign figure.

That familiar yet alien aura—the unique pressure, part Pangu, part Hongjun’s imprint—sent chills through the bodies of these chaotic survivors, who had once lived alongside Pangu, even been slain by him once (or multiple times), causing their primordial spirits to tremble uncontrollably!

“Hongjun, he…” A primordial demonic god, wreathed in thick destruction aura, his shattered body concealed behind a broken chaotic continent, spoke in a hoarse, dry voice, filled with endless disbelief.

“How could he possibly become Pangu?! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

“It truly is the aura of balance… faint, but the core is correct. Has he stolen Pangu’s authority? Or… is he Pangu’s hidden contingency?” Another demonic god, shaped like a writhing shadow, spoke with deep caution.

They watched as their former Balance Demon God, now Dao Zu Hongjun, transformed into that legendary, invincible figure—the one who had once brought them endless despair and eternal nightmares: Pangu!

The impact on them was nothing short of total annihilation, a complete overturning of their worldview!

Compared to the shock of Pangu’s primordial creation and slaughter of the three thousand demonic gods in ages past,

the shock brought by Hongjun’s transformation into “Hong Pangu” was, in some ways, even stronger, even more devastating to the soul!

Pangu’s strength was natural, the unreachable pinnacle they could never attain.

But Hongjun… a former “peer,” a being who once stood on a similar starting line, now stood at a height they could only look up to—or even kneel before!

“So… so ‘getting ashore’ early… really is different…” A chaotic demonic god, his body shattered, reduced to only half a demonic form, spoke with indescribable complex emotion.

There was envy, regret, resentment—but mostly profound helplessness and a chilling sense of being utterly abandoned by time.

“Getting ashore”—what a bitterly ironic term.

They, the failures who chose to oppose the Honghuang world—or were excluded by Pangu’s newly established order.

In stark contrast to Hongjun, the successful one who integrated into Honghuang and was about to win the final victory.

“So… chaotic demonic gods… can become Pangu?”

This thought, like the most terrifying chaotic storm, raged wildly through the minds of every surviving demonic god, shattering their souls and scrambling their cognition.

This didn’t merely overturn their belief in Pangu’s supreme, singular status—it fundamentally shook the meaning of their own existence and the “Dao” they had clung to for eons!

Wasn’t Pangu the ultimate goal they sought to surpass, the one they intended to settle accounts with?

Wasn’t he the eternal enemy they hated for creating heaven and earth, destroying their chaotic homeland?

Now, a former peer, a “master schemer” in their eyes, seemed to have walked a path they never dared imagine—indeed, one they deemed utterly impossible!

Hongjun’s act was like a world-ending divine thunder detonating in the hearts of these chaotic demonic gods.

It made them question their lives, their pasts, and even whether they still had a place in the future.

“Perhaps his path is right.”

“Perhaps the path of reincarnation is right too.”

“Getting ashore… really is our way out.”

The demonic gods stared at Pangu’s true form, lost in dazed silence, murmuring meaningless words.

Moments later, the strange space emitted a resentful growl, followed by inexplicable laughter and eerie weeping.

The body of “Hong Pangu” was so vast, majestic through eternity, truly standing with head touching heaven and feet planted on earth!

Merely standing there, he seemed the very center of the universe, the origin of all laws.

Behind him, three thousand colossal Dao divine lights, like cosmic pillars, intertwined and rotated.

Then, “Hong Pangu” moved!

He slowly raised the arm, entirely formed from Dao runes and lawlight, fingers slightly spread, reaching gently toward the void—toward the direction of the Taiwei Alliance.

This reach, though seemingly slow, transcended the constraints of time and space.

This grasp, though seemingly casual, encompassed all laws of heaven and earth, locking onto cause and fate!

There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, no terrifying shockwaves tearing through the cosmos.

Yet the instant that giant hand extended—

“Puff! Puff! Pfft—!”

In the Taiwei Divine Court, the first to be struck were those powerful deities who had just moments ago been aggressively organizing a counterattack.

A giant spirit god famed for his invincible physical body, whose divine form was said to be indestructible through countless calamities, vanished without a ripple under the giant hand’s will—like a soap bubble in sunlight, silently dissolving into primal particles, never even screaming!

An ancient Dao Lord, wielding a primordial spiritual treasure, who had just summoned ten-thousand-zhang divine light to shield himself, saw that treasure’s radiance extinguished instantly before the giant hand, as fragile as a candle in the wind. The treasure itself emitted a mournful cry, shattering piece by piece; the Dao Lord’s eyes bulged wide as his primordial spirit was crushed into nothingness by invisible force!

The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array, already crippled by the residual impact of the Three Primordial Sounds, offered not even symbolic resistance.

The starlight covering it was swallowed by an invisible maw; each star banner, star core, and array plate composing the formation exploded into cosmic dust!

The star gods who presided over the array all suffered heavy injuries.

In heaven and earth, every Taiwei deity locked by the giant hand’s will—no matter what profound divine art they unleashed, what powerful treasures they summoned, or how much primordial power they burned—appeared utterly powerless, laughably pitiful at this moment!

Their attacks vanished like mud sinking into the sea.

Their defenses crumbled like paper windows.

Their very existence seemed a mistake from the start, effortlessly erased and corrected before the will of primordial creation and division!

Among all the gods of heaven and earth, not one could stand against him!

This was no longer battle—it was a one-sided cleansing and crushing, beginning at the conceptual level!

Fear!

Unprecedented fear, like the deepest nightmare, seized the hearts of every surviving Taiwei deity.

Their prideful cultivation, their eternal lives, their dominion over realms—all became worthless in the span of “Hong Pangu’s” outstretched hand!

“No—!”

“How could this be… it’s impossible!”

“Pangu… it’s truly Pangu’s power!”

Desperate screams, mixed with the shattering of faith, rose one after another.

The remaining deities, those who had narrowly escaped the first wave of “cleansing,” now had no thought of resistance, no hope of Jiaoxing .

Their Dao hearts trembled, their primordial spirits wailed, their instincts screamed the most piercing alarm!

“Run—!”

Someone, perhaps, first screamed this word with a sob, filled with boundless terror.

“Run! Run fast!!”

“Scatter! Save whoever you can!”

“Run! Run! Run!”

These three words became the sole melody of the battlefield.

The Taiwei Alliance now shattered like an ant colony startled by a dragon, their formation utterly destroyed!

They burned their blood, unleashed forbidden arts, tore through space without regard for consequence—all to seize even the slimmest chance of survival from the giant hand, slowly closing like a fist destined to crush the entire world!

Before the absolute might of “Hong Pangu,” they were reduced to nothing but primal survival instinct and boundless terror of that towering figure.

The entire battlefield, within a few breaths, became a scene of utter despair.

“Hong Pangu’s” cold gaze, like the sun and moon hanging in the heavens, was icy and merciless, watching the blood-soaked battlefield, watching the Taiwei deities flee in panic, crushed like ants.

In his eyes, this was merely tidying up a swarm of dust disturbing cosmic order—utterly devoid of emotion.

“I now am Dao. I shall govern the order of heaven and earth! You who defy heaven, disrupt Honghuang—your crimes are unforgivable! Whoever refuses to submit—die!”

The giant spoke again; his voice was no longer mere sound, but solidified heavenly decrees—each word detonated like ten-thousand-jun thunder in the primordial spirits of all beings!

Space twisted, time grew chaotic, and the cosmos trembled violently at his single utterance! The tyrannical will of supreme dominion over life and death swept every corner, crushing all living things beneath its weight!

“Truly utterly domineering!”

Beneath this suffocating pressure, Xiang Xuanqing and the Jade Emperor Dao Jun beside him exchanged glances; both saw solemnity in each other’s eyes, yet no fear.

Even Xiang Xuanqing’s lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile. He stepped lightly, his figure appearing before the formation, facing directly the supreme majesty of “Hong Pangu.”

“Your Majesty, do not make futile sacrifices!”

Yet just as Xiang Xuanqing prepared to act—

Deep within the Gui Xu of the Eastern Sea, Luo Hou wiped blood from his lips—the lingering wound from the residual shock of the Three Primordial Sounds—but his eyes now blazed with unprecedented fervor, fixed unblinkingly on the towering figure of “Hong Pangu” at the center of the Bu Zhou battlefield.

“Leave Hongjun to me!”

Luo Hou let out a loud, booming laugh, shaking the nine heavens!

“Hm?” The gods of heaven and earth were puzzled.

At this critical moment, what did the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou intend to do?

Was he also going to interfere in this Pangu scheme?

A flicker of barely perceptible surprise passed through Xiang Xuanqing’s eyes—a absurd yet not entirely impossible thought flashed through his mind.

【Could it be… he too…?】

Before anyone could ponder further, a distant, mournful Dao song slowly rose from the depths of Gui Xu, carrying boundless slaughter and defiance:

“Not copper, not iron, not steel, it once lay hidden beneath Mount Sumeru.”

As the song echoed, torrents of demonic energy surged violently from Gui Xu, instantly darkening half the sky.

A figure clad in black robes, with ink-black hair, a handsome and heroic face, and an aura of righteous might, stepped upon emptiness and walked slowly forth from the land of destruction and ending.

With each step he took, his aura surged higher; that pure, immense demonic power subtly rivaled the “Hong Pangu”!

Hum!

A clear, resolute sword cry rang out!

The Juexian Sword, once held by Chenxing Shangzun and dimmed from its master’s grievous wounds, now seemed summoned by some supreme force, erupting in blinding crimson light.

It broke free from Chenxing Shangzun’s control, becoming a streak of light that instantly returned to Luo Hou’s side, humming joyfully around him!

Luo Hou’s expression was cold and stern, his gaze disdainful.

“No need to refine with inverted yin and yang—how could it lack the tempering of water and fire?”

Zing! Zing!

Two more sword cries, piercing through clouds and shattering stone!

The Xianxian and Luxian Swords, as if granted life, broke free from their temporary masters, slicing through the heavens, brimming with lethal intent, and flew autonomously back to Luo Hou’s side.

They hovered alongside Juexian Sword, their sword qi surging to the heavens, their killing intent chilling!

“Juexian is sharp, Luxian dies, Xianxian brings crimson light wherever it goes.”

Hum—!

As the final verse was chanted, the Zhuxian Array Diagram flew back and landed at Luo Hou’s feet, making him appear like the demonic emperor who held dominion over all worlds’ life and death!

“Juexian transforms with infinite subtlety—Great Luo immortals’ robes are stained with blood!”

The song ended; Luo Hou stood firm in the void, stepping upon the Zhuxian Array Diagram, surrounded by the four deadly swords—Juexian, Luxian, Xianxian, and Zhuxian—each blade tip pointing squarely toward the heavens!

Instantly, demonic shadows piled thickly; countless illusions of heavenly demons manifested around the diagram and the four swords, roaring and howling.

Demonic sounds pierced the ears, weaving together seductive melodies and slaughter cries, bewitching minds and disrupting Dao fruits.

Boundless demonic energy surged from his body, forming streams of pitch-black torrents that swept across heaven and earth, as if dragging the entire Honghuang into eternal demonic calamity!

“Kill!”

The moment that single word fell, the torrential demonic energy contracted sharply, then exploded outward!

Amidst endless demonic light, a towering figure no less magnificent than “Hong Pangu” slowly emerged from the demonic maelstrom, standing on the earth, head touching the heavens!

This figure, too, was formed from the purest, most refined Dao principles—but instead of the three thousand Dao lights, it was wreathed in endless principles of destruction, slaughter, ending, and oblivion!

Its face remained indistinct, yet radiated an unmatched demonic might capable of annihilating heaven and earth and rebirthing a demonic cosmos!

“Still… another Pangu?!”

At this moment, whether gods and sages of Honghuang, ancient demonic deities in the chaos, or even the Heavenly Dao’s will high above, all seemed frozen in place, utterly stunned!

Each one stared, jaws agape, their yuanshen trembling violently, gazing at the eastern horizon—where another towering, earth-piercing “Pangu Zhenren” emerged from the boundless demonic energy!

“Did… did I see that right?”

“Two… two Pangu!”

One was Hongjun’s Pangu, forged from three thousand righteous Dao principles; the other was Luo Hou’s Pangu, evolved from myriad demonic Dao principles.

All gods, saints, Dao Alliance immortals, and Taiwei Alliance troops—every single one—now had blank minds, their thoughts revolving solely around this revolutionary revelation.

“This… how is this possible? Pangu the Great was unique!”

“One Honghuang, two Pangu? Am I still in reality?”

“This must be my hallucination before death!”

They were going mad!

What was happening to this world?!

Pangu the Great—the singular, heaven-splitting, earth-creating being—now appeared in pairs?!

For a moment, all Honghuang fell into an eerie silence, save for the two equally majestic yet utterly opposed “Pangu Zhenshen” standing in distant confrontation, their pressure making the entire universe groan!

Hongjun, upon seeing “Luo Pangu,” flickered with a strange emotional shift in his eyes.

Like admiration for a worthy opponent, like affirmation of Dao’s convergence, yet also aversion from like-kind repulsion.

“Pangu, one is enough!”

Then, that emotional ripple was drowned by boundless killing intent.

He spoke softly.

“Kill!”

This was no thunderclap, no dragon’s roar—it was a more primordial, more absolute proclamation.

The syllable was low, yet it echoed as the first decree at the universe’s birth, the final judgment of all existence.

Each syllable transformed into the purest, most refined killing Dao, merging with the will of creation, instantly filling every corner, every dimension of the world!

“Hah! I’m not afraid of you!”

Luo Hou laughed wildly; beneath his feet, the Zhuxian Array Diagram and the Twelve-Petal World-Ending Black Lotus suddenly resonated and fused!

The array’s slaughter and the lotus’s destruction, under Luo Hou’s will, merged perfectly; as light swirled, they transformed into a larger, more sinister Twenty-Four-Petal Chaos Black Lotus!

Upon the black lotus, demonic flames raged, destruction runes writhed like living things, radiating a terrifying aura that chilled the soul.

He used the God-Slaying Spear, soaked in the blood of countless gods and demons, as the axe handle, its murderous aura condensed into solid form;

And he used the four deadly swords—Juexian, Luxian, Xianxian, and Zhuxian—as the axe blades, their sword qi sharp, their killing intent surging to the heavens!

The four swords and the spear shaft, wrapped in demonic energy, rapidly fused and reshaped, finally coalescing into a massive axe—black as ink, its blade gleaming with crimson and Youguang —the Demon Dao Creation Axe!

“Hongjun, old man, give me your life!”

Luo Hou roared, riding the Twenty-Four-Petal Chaos Black Lotus, wielding the Demon Dao Creation Axe, and charging toward “Hong Pangu” with overwhelming demonic might capable of tearing Honghuang apart!

“Axe, come!”

Facing Luo Hou’s thunderous strike, “Hong Pangu” remained calm, merely extending his hand, formed of Dao principles, toward the void.

Instantly, the Pangu Banner flew down from his crown, crackling in his grasp, unleashing boundless creation blades that tore through all things!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!

Simultaneously, in the void, an unfathomably profound Dao diagram appeared—on it, a black and white yin-yang fish slowly swam, releasing vast yin-yang energies, purifying heaven and earth, balancing all laws!

It was the relic of the Yin-Yang Immortal—the primordial treasure, Taiji Diagram!

Dang!

A deep, resonant bell tone rang out across the heavens!

The Chaos Bell suddenly trembled slightly; this vibration directly reached Taiyi, who was “lying dead” at the battlefield’s edge, trying to feign death.

Taiyi leapt up in shock, his face turning pale!

“That old Taoist wants to steal my treasure!” Taiyi was both shocked and furious.

Seeing the Chaos Bell about to slip from his control and fly toward “Hong Pangu,” he gritted his teeth and spat out a massive gout of primordial essence blood, drenching the Chaos Bell!

Simultaneously, he pressed both hands firmly onto the great bell, his Golden Crow true fire blazing fiercely, re-stabilizing the birth-twin treasure.

【Not dead yet? Lucky bastard. Too bad.】

In Hongjun’s cold gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible hint of regret flickered—as if he regretted not having the chance to casually claim the Chaos Bell as well.

Yet he did not press further.

He gestured, and the Taiji Diagram flew to him, merging rapidly and reorganizing with the Pangu Banner in his hand, the ZaoHua Jade Disc above his head, and the numerous primordial spirit treasure shadows previously manifested.

Ten thousand lights shimmered; Dao runes collided.

Ultimately, these supreme treasures and spirit treasures, under the governance of the ZaoHua Jade Disc, coalesced into a massive axe—its body glowing with the light of three thousand Dao principles, its blade swirling with the aura of creation and the birth of all things—the Immortal Dao Creation Axe!

Pangu meets Pangu—great axe against great axe!

“Hong Pangu” and “Luo Pangu,” two titanic deities forged from opposing Dao wills, clashed upon the former battlefield of Buzhou Mountain, unleashing a cataclysmic slaughter capable of rebirthing chaos!

Each clash of axe light erupted energy torrents capable of destroying a Da Qian world!

Space shattered and reformed like broken mirrors; the river of time was thrown into chaos; earth, fire, water, and wind raged wildly, as if seeking to reduce the battlefield back to primordial chaos!

“We’re scared! We’re terrified! We’re truly terrified!”

“Run! If you don’t run now, you’ll be utterly annihilated!”

At this moment, all gods of heaven and earth had only one thought—flee! Flee desperately!

This was no longer a war they could comprehend or endure!

This was outright god-level collision.

Even a single ripple of residual energy could result in soul-obliteration.

They burned their primordial essence, unleashed forbidden arts, wished their parents had given them two extra legs, all to escape this apocalyptic battlefield.

“Hong Pangu, Luo Pangu… Zezeze , truly magnificent!”

“Honghuang’s grand stage—come if you’ve got the guts!”

Xiang Xuanqing stood with his hands behind his back in the void, watching the two titans locked in cataclysmic combat; his face showed no tension, only a brilliant, delighted smile—as if savoring a peerless drama. Taishang also murmured in wonder: “Brother, the flexibility of the Creation Era truly surpasses our imagination!”

“Pangu the Great God, truly knows how to play!”

He sincerely praised, his eyes filled with longing and contemplation for a higher realm.

“That’s right.”

At this moment, Yucheng Daojun’s eyes gleamed, deep within them burning a fierce battle intent he could barely contain.

He gazed at the stalemate of battle and laughed: “I think we should add an even fiercer fire to this already bustling battlefield!”

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xuanqing turned his head toward the eager Yucheng Daojun, a flicker of understanding and amusement in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow and asked: “Shall we go too?”

“Don’t you want to, Brother Dao?” Yucheng Daojun replied with a question, his gaze brimming with anticipation and provocation.

Xiang Xuanqing burst into laughter and declared loudly: “Of course I do!”

“Then let’s go!!”

Yucheng Daojun let out a low roar, his battle intent exploding fully!

The Three Pure Ones’ minds aligned, their wills and spirits in perfect harmony!

With a thunderous crash—not from outside, but from within the [Great Dao True Realm] that bore the source of all ways and the supreme status—

Three faint, profoundly mysterious lights surged skyward, transforming into three supreme true spirits, soaring upward into the boundless expanse of the [Great Dao True Realm].

They were majestic and sacred, radiant and pure; wherever they passed, the Dao resonated in harmony, and celestial music played spontaneously.

The divine shadows drifting among the layers of heavens, upon sensing the aura of these three true spirits, all hastily retreated to either side, bowing their heads and clasping their hands in reverent salute, daring not to show the slightest negligence.

The Three Pure Ones’ true spirits crossed one layer after another of vast heavens, passed through one realm after another of profound law, and finally arrived at the highest point of the [Great Dao True Realm].

There, three eternal, primordial deities—manifestations of the Dao’s origin—sat seated within endless radiance.

The central one, solemn and sacred, presiding over the opening of all laws, was the [Fuli Yuan Shi Tianzun] manifestation.

The one on the right, tranquil and non-action, expounding the true meaning of virtue, was the [Dao De Tianzun] manifestation.

The one on the left, governing the pivot of fate and transforming all phenomena of birth and death, was the [Ling Bao Tianzun] manifestation.

When the true spirits of Xiang Xuanqing, Taishang, and Yucheng arrived, the three primordial divine manifestations, previously as still as statues, slowly opened their eyes!

In an instant, the entire [Great Dao True Realm] blazed with brilliant light; immeasurable auspicious clouds emerged from nothingness, swirling all around;

Countless radiant beams burst forth from the divine manifestations, illuminating past, present, and future!

The Three Pure Ones gazed at the three supreme deities, each pair meeting eyes.

No words were spoken—only a return to origin, a perfect alignment with the Dao.

Simultaneously, they bowed in reverence.

“Please!”

Three voices, as if issuing from a single source yet each uniquely wondrous, echoed simultaneously at the highest point of the [Great Dao True Realm]!

The next instant, Xiang Xuanqing merged with Yuan Shi, Taishang merged with Dao De, and Yucheng merged with Ling Bao!

BOOM—

The entire [Great Dao True Realm] shuddered violently, as if about to be born anew, or about to return to oneness!

Boundless auspicious clouds transformed into a radiant canopy, enveloping the entire true realm.

Infinite sacred radiance intertwined and glittered to an extreme, even seeping beyond the [Great Dao True Realm], casting an unimaginably magnificent spectacle across the heavens of the Hong Huang Main World!

Then, a voice even grander, more majestic, more sacred emerged from the boundless radiance of the united Three Pure Ones, echoing through all heavens and worlds, shaking past, present, and future:

“I am—Pangu!”

The Three Pure Ones manifested as Pangu, no words wasted, immediately drawing the Yu Xu Kai Tian Axe and swinging it toward Hong Jun’s head.

Just as Pangu the True One had ambushed them in the Chaos era.

“Puff~~”

Hong Jun narrowly avoided this cleaving axe.

But he was still struck on the shoulder.

Divine blood streamed forth, pooling into a river.

“Hahaha, the Heavenly Emperor arrives just in time!” Luo Hou roared with laughter.

The Creation Green Lotus seized the opportunity and charged straight toward the Three Pure Ones’ Pangu.

The Three Pure Ones did not refuse; instead, they took him along and slaughtered wildly.

Watching this scene, all divine beings were bewildered.

“How is there still more?”

The gods’ lips twitched, utterly disoriented.

Their hearts were numb.

Three Pangu!

Three of them!

We Hong Huang deities are this powerful, and we never realized it before?

Especially this last one—showing up to ambush right away—is this even proper?

“Won’t there be more behind?” another deity muttered casually.

“There will be!”

A thunderous shout rang out—from the Immortal Dao camp.

Thirteen strange lights ascended into the sky; the Wind and Clouds of Buzhou Mountain shifted, the Five Elements converged, mutually generating and sustaining, thunder and lightning erupted, racing in all directions, great winds arose, weather merged, time and space grew ethereal, embracing all things.

The fourth Pangu appeared.

“We are the true lineage of Pangu; you are merely mere forms and spirits!”

The Ancestral Wu Pangu pointed at Xiang Xuanqing and others, rebuking them fiercely.

They still harbored resentment over events from the Opening Era.

Now that the opportunity had come, they naturally needed to step forward, display their power, and make clear who the one true deity was!

“Four Pangu! Unprecedented and unparalleled! Unprecedented and unparalleled!” In the Underworld, the Five Ghost Emperors, who were besieging the Demon Gods, paused briefly to observe the Buzhou battlefield.

“Hehe, this trip was worth it.” The Eastern Ghost Emperor chuckled.

“Worth it? This is a fortune beyond measure!”

The Southern Ghost Emperor clapped his hands and laughed.

“Not only did we capture the Cycle Demon God, but we also witnessed four Pangu appearing together—our experience will make countless deities in the Great Luo Heaven green with envy!”

The Western Ghost Emperor shook his head: “Hard to say. The Great Luo Heaven holds too many ancient monsters; unlike us, who rose late and never lived through this era.”

“To witness such grand scenes, we can only sneak over, borrowing the Great Emperor’s karmic ties, just to satisfy our curiosity.”

The Northern Ghost Emperor shook his head: “No choice—time and space regulations, cough, are too strict. They only permit limited participation in historic moments.”

“If you want to deeply participate, just become a Tai Yi Great Luo, and you’re set!” The Central Ghost Emperor laughed.

The other Ghost Emperors shook their heads: “Tai Yi Great Luo is not so easy to attain.”

That level belongs to the very top tier of Great Luo Heaven’s sect masters.

“Do you think those Tai Yi sect masters have returned to this era to deeply join the battle?” The Central Ghost Emperor suddenly asked.

“Logically, they’re only one step away from Pangu.”

“Pangu was hard to see in the beginning, but now there are four Pangu in this era—watching them closely must teach us much.”

“If I were them—”

“Brother Dao, watch your tongue!” The Four Ghost Emperors rushed forward, clamping their hands over his mouth.

On the Buzhou battlefield,

During this time, Hong Jun idly lifted his foot and stomped.

The earth cracked layer upon layer, opening a path straight to the Underworld.

“BOOM!”

The Underworld shook violently.

“Puff!” “Puff!” “Puff!”

Meng Wu You, Wang Chuan, the Ten Yama Kings, the Five Ghost Emperors, and other ghost deities were caught off guard and all suffered injuries.

The blood moon sealing the entire Underworld was severely struck, its glow dimmed.

The trapped Demon Gods, seeing this, rejoiced.

“Go now!”

The Cycle Demon God seized the chance and fled with the others.

“Where are you going?!”

The Four Pangu turned their heads simultaneously, raised their axes, and instantly slew the Five Demon Gods.

Pangu slaying Demon Gods—this is only natural!

“Ah, why did you go out?” The Five Ghost Emperors sighed. Staying inside meant being locked in hell.

Now look what happened!

“Again!”

Having dealt with the Chaos Demon Gods, the Three Pure Ones’ Pangu were most direct—having just scored a surprise strike, they now pressed their advantage mercilessly!

The “Yu Xu Kai Tian Axe” cleaved through Chaos, carrying a faint, primordial light of creation, striking once more at “Hong Pangu’s” skull from an impossibly sharp angle!

Within that axe-light resided Yuan Shi’s creation, Dao De’s endurance, and Ling Bao’s termination—unified, unpredictable!

“How dare you!”

“Hong Pangu” roared, swinging his Immortal Dao Kai Tian Axe; three thousand Dao laws manifested as solid chains, layered and overlapping, Yingxiang the Yu Xu axe-light.

BOOM—!!!

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