The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 227 - 173 Dutian Gods Summon Pangu

Seeing the soaring pillar of murderous aura break through the Chaotic Void, Old Turtle’s eyes bulged out in shock. What immense power was this?

This pillar of evil energy that pierced through the heavens and earth shattered the boundless firmament, and upon meeting the resistance of the Chaos, it dispersed outward like a mushroom cloud, engulfing Mount Buzhou in an instant!

Mount Buzhou, which had stood unyielding for millions of years, was completely enveloped in this evil energy! In the Primordial Heaven and Earth, whether it was Immortal Mountains and Blessed Lands or island caves, all were awakened by this terrifying and unmatched breath of evil!

Several Saints and many of the Primordial Great Powers were shockingly staring towards the base of Mount Buzhou, wondering what it could be that could penetrate the void and directly challenge Heaven and Earth! The density of its evil energy was comparable to the historic Cloud Dream Blood Prison.

Instantly, the colors of Heaven and Earth changed, even the Celestial Stars outside the Chaotic Void faded, flickering on and off! Countless weaker beings in the Primordial Realm were suppressed to the ground by this fierce and oppressive aura, their hearts trembling and shaking uncontrollably, daring not to make any movements, left only with endless low wails of sorrow!

The twelve Dutian Godly Evil Formation Flags, bestowed by Heaven and Earth Daoist upon the request of Li Qingming, were forged from countless Innate Refining Materials and rare Spiritual Objects. Refined over countless years within a Time Array by the Witch Clan Secret Techniques and Daoist Proverbs, absorbing numerous Yin and Evil elements. When first removed from the tripod furnace, it induced ghosts to cry and wolves to howl, and the Evil Souls stirred, already elevated to the level of an Acquired Treasure.

Furthermore, these twelve Acquired Treasures form a formation rivaling the Celestial Stars Formation in might, almost matching an Innate Treasure in power.

Most crucially, this Twelve Dutian Godly Evil Formation can gather the Essence Energy of Ancestor Witches, condense the true body of Pangu, and annihilate all beings! Even Great Divine Ability holders at the Sub-Saint Level, without Supreme Treasures for protection, could only resign to their fate on the spot. If these twelve flags were all to ascend to Acquired Treasures, they could even momentarily confine a Saint.

How could such a terrifying formation not invoke shock and awe amongst the great powers throughout Primordial Heaven and Earth?

After the Heaven and Earth Daoist cast the twelve Dutian Godly Evil Flags, they swelled against the wind, piercing into the Primordial Starry Sky, enveloping a radius of tens of thousands of miles centered on the Wood Tribe! The twelve great flags rustling in the void, each like boundless mountains, colossal pillars reaching the heavens, emitting endless evil energy! The noisy flapping of the flags covered half the sky!

"Omm! Omm! Omm!"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches stirred as the speed of blood circulation within them drastically quickened, the buzzing from the surging blood echoing through the Nine Heavens.

"Roar!"

In the obscurity, an exceedingly strong force directly pierced through the stagnant Power of Laws binding the Ancestor Witch Gonggong. The stunned Gonggong suddenly lunged forward, soaring into the skies from the blue long river.

Upon seeing this, the Heaven and Earth Daoist’s eyes flared with blood lust, and he thundered, "Twelve Ancestor Witches, to your positions!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches roared towards the sky, each flying beneath the flag bearing their demon god avatars. Heaven and Earth’s spiritual energy surged like tidal waves, insanely rushing into the twelve flags forming the Array.

The figures of the Twelve Ancestor Witches were gradually enveloped by the spiritual energy, becoming imperceptible amidst the indistinct spiritual aura of Heaven and Earth, from which only their world-dominating roars could faintly be heard.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the Nine Heavens cracked open with thunderous booms, and hazy bolts of lightning emerged from the fissures. These bolts, thin as hair yet stretching for miles, radiated an endless aura of destruction, as if to obliterate and split everything! Fine lightning flickers, like pale gray fine hairs, sliced the void into countless tiny cracks.

"Witch! Witch! Witch!"

From within the misty sphere of spiritual energy, a booming voice resounded as if calling out.

All the Witch Tribe and Human Witches of the Wood Tribe seemed to sense something, regardless of age or gender, setting aside all various complex tasks and began calling out as if in a dream. Gradually, the calling spread from the Wood Tribe to other tribes—the Thunder Tribe, the_water Tribe, the Fire Tribe...

"Witch! Witch! Witch..."

Amidst this call that echoed through the entire Primordial Land, and All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, a huge earthy-yellow vortex suddenly appeared on the ridge of Mount Buzhou, from which an ethereal transparent phantom emerged. As time passed, this phantom gradually solidified, its muscular body towering over a million zhang high, emitting an ancient and vast aura!

"Boom-ka!"

The thunder in the heavens suddenly intensified, the rumbling sounds magnified, and the gray lightning trembled minutely, swiftly converging toward the center. In an instant, it transformed into an ancient axe radiating primitive Dao charm, the yellow light glimmering, adding to its rustic grandeur!

"Hmm? Pangu?" In the Chaos Outer Heaven Zixiao Palace, Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun suddenly trembled, his unfocused eyes piercing through endless chaos, directly fixed on Mount Buzhou in Primordial Land.

After looking for a long while, Hong Jun sighed softly, saying, "It’s still not him."

Yet, the faces of the great powers on Primordial Land drastically changed, Saints included.

In the Eastern Kunlun Mountain, Three Pure Ones Hall.

Sensitively perceiving that supremely familiar signal, the Three Pure Ones trembled with excitement, especially Tongtian, his eyes rimming with red, saying, "Brothers, Father God! It is Pan Gu Father God!"

Laozi trembled slightly as he stroked his beard, unable to maintain his calm demeanor: "Indeed, it is the aura of the Father God! But why, judging by the fluctuations of Mana, does he possess only the Cultivation of late Sub-Saint now! Could it be..."

"There’s no difficulty as long as the Father God is alive!" Primordial’s eyes sparkled like lightning, his voice slightly trembling.

Western Sumeru Mountain, Great Leiyin Temple.

"Hmm? This is impossible, it’s actually Pangu!" Zhunti shuddered, the Immovable Ming King Seal in his hand suddenly became disordered. He clearly understood that if Pangu was not dead, The Three Pure Ones would definitely be under Pangu’s protection, and the entire Eastern region would naturally be ruled by the Witch Tribe as the descendants of Pangu. Zhunti and Jieyin, you still dream of repaying the Heavenly Dao and promoting Buddhism? Wishful thinking!

Looking at Amitabha Buddha Jieyin, his face was as pale as paper, trembling uncontrollably. Jieyin, originally a reincarnation of a Chaotic Demon God, having experienced the great calamity of Pangu opening Heaven and Earth, harbored deep-seated fear for Pangu in his bones. Although Jieyin is now a Saint, facing Pangu, he dares not even entertain the thought of opposing him.

After a long while, Jieyin sighed, his face showing a bitter expression: "Alas, let nature take its course!"

On the Primordial Continent, those most fearful weren’t Jieyin, but rather Di Jun and Taiyi who were now frantically seeking an alliance with the Witch Tribe. They could never accept the news of Pangu’s resurrection.

"Big brother, is it really the Pangu God?" Taiyi looked at the Water Mirror that had just materialized, full of confusion.

Di Jun’s expression was extremely ugly, his brows tightly furrowed: "Judging by appearances, it is undoubtedly the Pangu God! But this Mana, it seems too weak!"

"Then, it might not be the Pangu God?" Taiyi showed a hint of joy, muttering to himself: "I knew it, so many years have passed, the fact that Pangu God perished and became one with the Primordial land is true. How could he possibly be resurrected!"

"Hopefully that’s the case!" Di Jun pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice distracted.

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Let us now return to the battlefield at Mount Buzhou.

"What, Pangu?" Old Turtle’s expression drastically changed, looking at the robust man who appeared on the ridge of Mount Buzhou, his inner panic indescribable.

"Zhā!"

The first sound of the opening of Heaven burst forth from Pangu’s mouth, his eyes filled with raging fire, as he fiercely swung the giant axe in his hand. The moment the axe appeared, the space around its blade twisted slightly and immediately cracked open a pitch-black spatial rift, with endless Chaos Qi surging through it.

"Boom!" The giant axe trembled violently, tearing through the Void, waves of pale-yellow ripples, like a storm’s passing, swept towards the surging deep blue long river.

"Poof!"

The continuous deep blue long river got cut into two directly by the giant axe. The surging waves also came to an abrupt stop at that instant. The smooth cut on the banks of the river whipped up a mist that, under the sun’s rays, glittered with a rainbow luminescence.

"So what if you are Pangu? Aside from the great master, who else could defeat me!" Old Turtle roared towards the sky, fiercely tossing the blue jar into the Void.

"Thunderous boom!"

Above the Cangqiong, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted, directly smashing the Void, dropping strands of deep blue radiance, like the Milky Way pouring down, directly heading towards that extremely terrifying axe.

Pangu’s eyes spewed flames of anger, a powerful aura along with the vicissitudes of time, the alternation of Heaven and Earth, and the heaviness of Chaos burst forth. The vague rhythms of the Great Dao vibrated and released an overwhelming nine-colored radiance.

"Thump!" Another ferocious axe blow from above hacked towards the jar full of overwhelming blue light.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Clashing against each other, loud explosive sounds erupted, each strand of blue light met the giant axe in the Void, turning into a Zhan Lan-colored beam of light, the massive energy transferred through these beams into the blade of the axe, yet the axe’s momentum unabated, continued to strike towards the jar in the Void.

Facing the axe approaching the jar, Old Turtle suddenly changed his expression, stretched out his hand towards the jar, and the half-suspended jar spun rapidly, the sky full of blue light suddenly converged, firmly protecting the jar.

"Boom!"

When the axe again burst out a clump of yellow radiance, the massive body of the axe finally struck the jar fiercely. That jar, unknowingly made of what material, looked simple like pottery, with some beautiful line markings on it, exuding chilling fluctuations.

The two striking beams of light clashed tightly together, seeming to freeze time and space altogether, waves of powerful Qi force vibrations emanated visible ripples. The terrifying force directly tore the space within thousands of miles completely apart.

"Crack"

Suddenly, a faint crackling sound transmitted, followed by the blue-lit jar burst apart resoundingly! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)