Chapter 112 In the end, Di Jun succeeded in mastering it…
Di Jun finally mastered the Star Formation and, wielding the Witch-Slaying Sword, officially faced off against the twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan.
Fuxi and Dijun manipulated the Star Array, with Donghuang Taiyi overseeing the battle, and the ten demon generals led their troops to fight against the other witch clans.
The sky and earth alternated between darkness and light, day and night rapidly changing. All creatures within a 300-kilometer radius of the Buzhou Mountain ruins instinctively fled the battlefield.
All the witch tribes were drawn into the war; the two tribes clashed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches' Divine Fiend Array is said to be able to summon the true form of Pangu after it is completed. Its power is immense and should not be underestimated.
The demon race's Star Array was no pushover either. It was a great array that Di Jun had forged by gathering the power of the stars, specifically to deal with the witch race. With the addition of the Witch-Slaying Sword obtained from Cang Li, the demon race gained the upper hand.
Dijiang watched as the Wu tribe gradually fell to the demon tribe. Countless people died in the battle, turning the earth into a blood-red mess. Broken walls and limbs were everywhere, and the flesh and blood of the dead demons and Wu tribesmen were mixed together, indistinguishable from one another.
Houtu, her eyes filled with sorrow, cried out, "Brother..."
Dijiang shouted, "Stop your mercy! We are now locked in a life-or-death struggle with the demon race. At this point, it's either them or us who perish."
Then he called out to the other ancestral witches, "Please summon the true form of Pangu!"
They practiced many times for this moment. As long as they could summon the true form of Pangu, they would be able to turn the tide of battle!
Di Jun's face darkened. He exchanged a glance with Fu Xi and rushed over. He couldn't let Di Jiang successfully summon Pangu's true form.
The remaining members of the Wu clan rushed forward to block them and buy time. If they could successfully invite the great god Pangu, the Wu clan would become the masters of the primordial world.
Numerous members of the Wu tribe rushed forward like moths to a flame, believing that as long as the Great God Pangu descended, they could defeat the demon race and tear their flesh apart!
The phantom of Pangu gradually appeared in the air, occupying the original position of Buzhou Mountain, standing tall and upright, with its eyes wide open in anger.
Di Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he quickened his attack. He hadn't expected that Di Jiang could actually summon the true form of Pangu. Since the beginning of time, no one has dared to say that they could rival Pangu. Pangu proved the Dao with his strength and created a world. Since him, no one has had such courage.
Once Pangu descends, the demon race will likely truly lose.
Di Jun roared, "Taiyi!"
Donghuang Taiyi understood, and the Donghuang Bell instantly grew larger, enveloping the phantom of Pangu. He wanted to interrupt the twelve ancestral witches' joint invocation of the gods.
Dijiang sneered. Once the ceremony started, it couldn't be interrupted. Today, he would make the demon race disappear from the prehistoric world. After dealing with the demon race, he would deal with the human race that colluded with the demon race. Don't think he didn't know that the sword in the demon race's hand was the same one in Cang Li's hand!
Cang Li and Tai Qing were watching from a distance. Upon seeing the enormous figure in the void, Cang Li couldn't help but ask:
"That is... Pangu?"
Taiqing looked at the illusory figure, thought for a moment, and then said:
"I have never met the God Pangu, but the memories I have inherited contain images of him creating the world, which are awe-inspiring."
Cang Li kept his eyes fixed on the illusory figure, and upon hearing this, he asked, "Will the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan win?"
After a long silence, Cang Li turned his head to look, and Tai Qing slowly spoke:
"Both sides suffer heavy losses."
Cang Li was stunned for a moment, then instantly remembered the fate of the Lich and Demon races: the twelve Ancestral Witches were almost all killed or wounded, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi perished, and only one in ten of the Demon race survived.
Looking again, Cang Li couldn't help but take a step forward. Tai Qing grabbed Cang Li and tightly gripped his arm with his large hand.
"what are you up to?"
Cang Li snapped out of her daze, looked down at the foot she had taken a step forward, and explained as if to herself, "My... my uncle is still there. If something happens to him, my mother will be heartbroken."
Taiqing hugged Cangli from behind, resting her chin on Cangli's head:
"It's too late, Ali, don't go over there."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a huge explosion rang out from the other side. It was an explosion caused by the collision of spiritual energy. The air was torn open with cracks, and the lesser demons and witches with low cultivation levels who were caught off guard were swept into the cracks and torn to pieces.
Large bursts of blood erupted from the phantom image, and two enormous three-legged golden crows in mid-air revealed their true forms, crashing heavily to the ground.
Cang Li stared wide-eyed at this scene.
Even Cang Li understood this scenario: friends and enemies alike would die and disappear in this war.
Cang Li couldn't help but bury her face in Tai Qing's arms.
Taiqing gently stroked Cangli's back and whispered:
“Ah Li, do you understand now? Whether you interfere or not, the outcome is the same and will not be changed by any external force.”
Cang Li remained silent, his body trembling slightly. Starting with Nini, people he knew and was familiar with died one by one, whether they were powerful or weak.
Taiqing continued, "Ali, attain enlightenment and sainthood soon, and do not get tainted by these karmic consequences."
Cang Li gave a soft "hmm," then after a moment, she realized what was happening and abruptly looked at Tai Qing:
"Daoist Master, didn't you say that only those with Primordial Purple Qi can become saints?"
Taiqing simply looked at Cangli indifferently, as if to say: Don't you have one?
Cang Li looked away. The purple aura of the red clouds had been given to her, something she had never even mentioned to Nuwa.
Taiqing simply patted Cangli on the shoulder, indicating that some things didn't need to be investigated further.
This great war left countless ghosts on the primordial land. These ghosts wandered the primordial continent, and the deathly aura they emitted affected the surrounding living beings and environment.
On the battlefield, the twelve Ancestral Witches arrived in the formation, and Pangu's essence blood was absorbed by the formation.
Houtu struggled to her feet, looked at the desolate scene around her, and the corpses of her sisters and brothers on the ground. She covered her face and wept bitterly. She should have known this day would come.
Not far away lay two three-legged golden crows, barely clinging to life. The Eastern Emperor Bell, cracked and broken, lay before one of the golden crows, its luster gone.
Behind the Golden Crow were countless demon corpses, their blood seeping into the earth, strangely providing nourishment to this land ravaged by war.
As Donghuang Taiyi gradually regained consciousness, he struggled to lift his head. They had been defeated. The Wu Clan had succeeded in bringing down Pangu. Were the Wu Clan now celebrating their victory? After waiting for a long time, Donghuang Taiyi only heard Houtu's cries. He saw that of the twelve Ancestral Witches, only Houtu remained, and the Wu Clan had less than a thousand members left.
Upon seeing this, Donghuang Taiyi chuckled self-deprecatingly, realizing that he hadn't won at all.
Donghuang Taiyi knew he was about to die, but he was worried about someone. He circulated the last bit of spiritual energy in his body, regained his humanity, and used his spear to support himself as he stood up. He bent down and picked up the Donghuang Bell from the ground.
Not far away, Houtu was immersed in grief, seemingly unconcerned about whether Donghuang Taiyi was dead or not.
Donghuang Taiyi glanced at Houtu, then looked up at the sky, glancing towards the direction of Tanggu. He knew that his sister-in-law was watching over the last little golden crow, so there was no need to worry. He also wanted to go and say goodbye to Cangli.
With Cang Li's soft-hearted nature, if she left without saying goodbye, she might really hold a grudge.
Donghuang Taiyi gazed in the direction of the human race for a long time.
The other golden crow also understood at this moment. After seeing the situation clearly, its eyes flashed with dazzling light, and it gave an order to Donghuang Taiyi:
"Taiyi! Kill that woman!"
As he spoke, he transformed into human form and staggered toward Houtu. He stopped after taking only two steps, looking down in disbelief at the blade that had pierced his heart from behind. He slowly turned around and saw Er, expressionless, with bloodstains on his face and his armor stained red.
Er gripped the knife handle and forcefully pierced the heart of the exhausted Di Jun, without the slightest hesitation on his face.
"you……"
Di Jun glared fiercely at Er, raised his hand to kill Er, but could only helplessly lower his hand, slowly falling down, turning into specks of light and disappearing bit by bit. Those specks of light flew towards the Sun Star.
Er held the knife and looked at Donghuang Taiyi.
Donghuang Taiyi simply looked at Er and said calmly:
"You're too impatient. Even if you don't make a move, your brother won't live much longer. If the surviving demons see this and take action, you won't achieve your goal."
Er's eyes remained unmoved: "If you've seen it, then kill it. Didn't Master teach me that once you decide to act, you shouldn't hesitate or leave any future trouble?"
Donghuang Taiyi's lips curled into a smile: "You've learned very well. Shall we make a move?"
Er's eyes finally flickered with emotion. After struggling in silence for a long time, he finally dropped the knife in his hand.
"No, Master would have died anyway if I hadn't made a move. I only acted just now to avenge my sister. I've never seen my sister so heartbroken and angry. This is what Dijun deserves."
Donghuang Taiyi nodded: "If you're not going to make a move, then I'll be leaving."
Without turning his head, he walked towards the human race. He still had some time, enough to say goodbye to Cang Li.
Houtu's wailing gradually subsided.
Er walked towards Houtu. The demon race had lost its leader, and the ancestral witch of the witch race could not be spared either.
Just as Er approached Houtu, Houtu suddenly emitted thousands of golden rays and gradually flew into the air.
"I use my crippled body to transform into the six realms, to guide millions of souls into reincarnation, and to tie the knots of karma!"
"When the six realms are established, the cycle of reincarnation begins."
Houtu's body disappeared in mid-air, and a huge vortex appeared in mid-air. The lost souls wandering on the primordial land were guided to the path of reincarnation and entered the underworld in which Houtu's body had transformed.
From then on, the souls of the dead had a place to go.
Upon hearing this voice, Cang Li could no longer resist flying towards the battlefield.
When she arrived, she didn't see Houtu's last moments; she only saw the entrance to reincarnation slowly closing.
When Er saw Cang Li in mid-air, he subconsciously hid the blade in his hand.
Donghuang Taiyi also stopped in his tracks; he no longer needed to search.
Cang Li took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, skillfully used the soil-turning technique to bury the corpses that were exposed on the ground.
After the bodies were buried, the survivors on the ground were obvious. The remaining Wu tribe followed Houtu to the underworld to guard the souls of the dead. Most of the high-ranking members of the demon tribe were dead, and the remaining demon tribe scattered and hid in the deep mountains.
The remaining Donghuang Taiyi stood out.
Donghuang Taiyi looked at Cang Li not far away.
Cang Li carefully placed Fuxi's body on a clean stone, determined to let her mother see Fuxi one last time.
After doing all this, Cang Li looked at Donghuang Taiyi. She was no longer the Cang Li who knew nothing back then, so she could naturally see that Donghuang Taiyi was also at his limit and would die soon.
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