Heavenly Court.
Lingxiao Palace.
Dijun sat high on the imperial throne, his body enveloped in imperial Qi.
Donghuang Taiyi's golden robe fluttered, and he stood below, his Battle Intent almost solidified into substance.
"Big Brother!" Taiyi stepped forward, his voice resonant.
"The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation has been thoroughly practiced, and our Yao Race warriors are ready for battle, their morale soaring!"
"It's time to completely eradicate the Witch Race, unify the Primordial Land, and establish an eternal foundation!"
"Your Majesty, Your Highness Taiyi is absolutely right!
"We are willing to go through fire and water for Your Majesty, without hesitation!"
"Please, Your Majesty, send troops to the Witch Race and unify the Primordial Land!"
"Annihilate the Witch Race, enhance our Yao Race might!"
"Unify the Primordial Land, today is the day!"
Below the Your Highness, a multitude of Yao Race Saints and Heavenly Gods bowed in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
They had waited too long for this day.
Only Fuxi stood to one side, silent, his expression calm, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
Dijun's gaze slowly fell upon him, his voice betraying no emotion: "Emperor Xi, what is your opinion?"
Fuxi raised his head, met Dijun's gaze, and slowly spoke, his voice devoid of much emotion: "Your Majesty, the opportune time, favorable location, and harmonious people are all with our Yao Race."
"The time has come."
Upon hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Dijun's eyes, and he abruptly stood up.
"Good!"
"Issue my decree!"
"The Yao Race army, all out!"
"Target, Mount Buzhou!"
"Today, I shall make the Witch Race completely disappear from the Primordial Land!"
"Unify the Primordial Land, this very morning!"
...
The Demon Clan Heavenly Court's banners fluttered, and billions of Yao Race soldiers and generals transformed into a rolling torrent, Evil Qi soaring to the heavens, sweeping towards Mount Buzhou.
Such a grand movement instantly alarmed the entire Primordial Land.
For a time, everyone turned their gaze towards Mount Buzhou.
Kunlun Mountain.
The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances, Primordial began, "These Yao Race brats, what a grand display!"
Taiqing's expression was indifferent: "This is destiny, and also a tribulation. Let's go, let's watch."
As his voice fell, three streaks of clear Qi shot into the sky, heading directly towards Mount Buzhou.
Mount Sumeru.
Jieyin Daoist wore a bitter expression: "Senior Brother, this Witch and Demon War will lead to rivers of blood and countless lives lost, truly a great tribulation for the Primordial Land."
Zhunti Daoist's eyes, however, sparkled with a sharp glint: "Senior Brother, your words are mistaken."
"Within a great tribulation, there are also Opportunities. Let us go and see, perhaps we can find some benefits."
The two exchanged glances, also transforming into two streaks of golden light, their Divine Sense extending towards Mount Buzhou.
In the Sea of Blood, Patriarch Styx cackled eerily, transforming into a streak of blood light that shot into the sky.
On Phoenix Perch Mountain, Nuwa stood alone at the peak, gazing at the direction the Yao Race army had departed, her jade hands tightly clenched, knuckles white.
"Elder Brother..."
She ultimately could not hold back, her figure moved, and she also hurried towards Mount Buzhou.
She had to witness it herself; if anything went wrong, she could plead for Wu Ming in time.
For a time, all the powerful beings with some renown in the Primordial Land, regardless of their intentions,
All converged outside Mount Buzhou, preparing to personally witness this epoch-making battle that would determine the future pattern of the Primordial Land.
Zixiao Palace.
Hongjun Dao Ancestor, seated high on the cloud platform, also opened his eyes, his indifferent gaze piercing through the endless Void Realm, landing upon Mount Buzhou.
His face was expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow, as if everything was within his grasp.
...
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, Evil Qi soared to the heavens, and Demonic Qi permeated the air.
The Witch and Yao Race armies, a dense mass stretching as far as the eye could see, a murderous aura enveloped the entire world.
Countless eyes, either hidden in the clouds or concealed in the Void Realm, were all focused here.
Wu Ming stood before the Witch Race army, his expression calm, gazing at Dijun and Taiyi opposite him.
"Fellow Daoist Dijun, Fellow Daoist Taiyi, I have been waiting for a long time." Wu Ming's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Dijun, clad in his imperial robe and wearing his imperial crown, stood at the forefront of the Yao Race army, facing Wu Ming from afar.
He snorted coldly.
"Wu Ming."
"For today's battle, our Yao Race has also prepared for a long time."
"Today, shall be the day your Witch Race is annihilated!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Ming was not offended; instead, he smiled slightly.
"Fellow Daoist Dijun, I know that to deal with my Witch Race, you have specifically prepared the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation."
He paused, then continued.
"Coincidentally."
"My Witch Race has also prepared a Formation to deal with your Yao Race, Fellow Daoist."
"To reduce unnecessary casualties, how about we, both sides, directly engage in a Formation duel?"
"If your Yao Race wins, my Witch Race will naturally submit and be at your disposal."
Dijun narrowed his eyes, looking at Wu Ming.
What trick was Wu Ming playing?
He actually took the initiative to propose a Formation duel?
Did he not know the power of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation?
Or was it...
Thoughts raced through Dijun's mind, but at this moment, he had no retreat.
The Yao Race's morale was high; if they dared not accept the challenge, wouldn't it tarnish the prestige of the Demon Clan Heavenly Court?
Moreover, he had absolute confidence in the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation.
Once this Formation was unleashed, all below the Saint realm were mere ants!
"Good!" Dijun said in a deep voice, "Then it shall be as Fellow Daoist says!"
"Taiyi!" Dijun shouted.
"Here!"
"Deploy the Formation!"
"Yes, Big Brother!"
Taiyi accepted the order, raised the chaos bell in his hand, and shouted sternly: "Yao Race, listen to my command, deploy the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation!"
With Taiyi's command, three hundred and sixty-five Grand Unity Golden Immortals of the Yao Race held the Great Zhou Heaven Star Banners, activating the power of three hundred and sixty-five main stars.
Fourteen thousand eight hundred Taiyi Golden Immortals of the Yao Race held the Small Zhou Heaven Star Banners, corresponding to the auxiliary stars.
Billions of Yao Race soldiers and generals took their positions according to their respective directions, continuously pouring their magic power into the Great Formation.
In an instant, starlight shone brightly, permeating the entire Mount Buzhou battlefield.
A vast and boundless supreme Formation, drawing upon the power of all the stars in the heavens, slowly took shape.
Terrifying pressure emanated from within the Great Formation.
The surrounding Primordial Land mighty beings, feeling this world-destroying power, all changed color.
"What a powerful Formation!"
"Is this the Yao Race's trump card, the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation? It truly lives up to its reputation!"
"Drawing upon the power of the Zhou Heaven Stars, this Formation, below the Saint realm, I fear no one can stop it!"
Seeing the Yao Race deploy the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation, Wu Ming's expression remained calm.
He said in a deep voice to the Twelve Ancestral Witches behind him: "All my younger brothers and sisters, deploy the Formation!"
"Yes, Big Brother!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches responded in unison, flying up with Wu Ming, positioning themselves in thirteen directions.
Buzz—
An aura even more ancient, more primordial, and more overbearing than the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation suddenly descended!
The moment the Great Formation took shape, a terrifying figure, reaching the heavens and standing on the earth, slowly appeared in the center of the battlefield!
That figure, towering to the heavens, muscles bulging, held a giant axe, exuding a terrifying pressure akin to the creation of heaven and earth!
It was precisely the Pangu True Body!
And the Witch Race's Holy Land, Pangu Hall, at this moment transformed into a streak of light, suspended at the heart of the Pangu True Body's chest.
Emitting waves of powerful fluctuations, as if a true Pangu's heart was beating!
The Thirteen Heaven Divinity Fiend Formation, complete!
The moment the Pangu True Body took shape, an indescribably terrifying pressure swept across the Primordial Land!
Outside Mount Buzhou, feeling and seeing the Pangu True Body summoned by the Witch Race, the Three Pure Ones' expressions drastically changed!
"Father God!"
"How is this possible!"
"The Witch Race... how could the Witch Race summon Father God's True Body!"
The Three Pure Ones, upon seeing the Pangu True Body, simultaneously cried out in shock, their faces instantly turning pale, their eyes filled with unbelievable horror.
They were transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, and thus most familiar with Pangu's aura!
This True Body before them, although only a True Body, that pressure, that aura, was absolutely Father God Pangu without a doubt!
The other mighty beings of the Primordial Land, such as Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa, Styx, and others, were also dumbfounded at this moment, their minds greatly shaken.
"Great God Pangu!"
"This... this is the Great God Pangu's True Body!"
"The Witch Race... the Witch Race can actually summon the Great God Pangu's True Body?!"
"It's over, the Yao Race this time is probably going to hit a brick wall!"
Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi exchanged glances, both seeing deep shock in each other's eyes.
This was only the Pangu True Body summoned by Wu Ming and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the oppressive feeling was already so terrifying!
They knew that among the Witch Race, there was also an even more unfathomable Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming!
If that Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming were to deploy the Formation with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, how powerful would the Pangu True Body they summoned be?
The two dared not imagine.
Within the Yao Race Formation.
Dijun and Taiyi, looking at the towering Pangu True Body, their faces had already turned extremely ugly, so dark they could almost drip water.
They never dreamed that the Witch Race actually hid such a terrifying trump card!
Summoning the Pangu True Body!
This was simply cheating!
"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!" Taiyi gnashed his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness and madness.
"The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation may not lose!"
Dijun stared intently at the Pangu True Body, his heart also churning, but as the Demon Emperor, he forced himself to calm down.
Who would emerge victorious was yet unknown!
Outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, in Zixiao Palace.
Hongjun Dao Ancestor, who had been indifferently observing all of this, at the moment the Pangu True Body took shape and Pangu Hall transformed into its heart,
A rare, intense fluctuation appeared on his placid face!
"Pangu!"
"Impossible!"
He abruptly stood up, his figure flickered, instantly disappearing from Zixiao Palace, and rushed towards the Primordial Land at the fastest speed!