Chapter Sixty-Two: The Grand Array of the Ancestral Witches

The ancestral witches gazed at the colossal star, their hearts trembling with fear—how enormous it was! Its size rivaled that of the moon; if it crashed to the earth, the impact would be unimaginable. The crater alone would pulverize all the spiritual beings atop Mount Buzhou, reducing them to mere flesh, and the mountain itself would collapse. Should such destruction occur, not only would the witch tribe face annihilation, but all living creatures in the entire Buzhou mountain range would be turned to ashes.

To the mighty ones of the prehistoric world, it seemed that the witch tribe was doomed to defeat.

Within the Purple Cloud Palace, Zhunti chuckled, “From the moment the witch tribe emerged, they thirsted for slaughter. They neglect their primordial spirits and know nothing of cause and effect. Now, perhaps, they have come to understand the power of karma. Truly, they have brought this upon themselves!”

Jieyin turned to Nuwa and said, “Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I hope you will be understanding in the future.” Jieyin rarely spoke openly, but the situation revealed that the witch tribe would certainly lose.

Nuwa’s face was alight with excitement; she realized that Emperor Jun and Taiyi had hidden abilities she had underestimated. Hearing Jieyin’s words, Nuwa replied, “You are too polite, fellow Daoist. I must ask you to be tolerant with me as well!” The three then burst into laughter.

The Three Pure Ones ignored them, sitting silently, their spirits wandering the void.

The flaming super star began its descent, the air around it stripped away by the force of its fall, as if the sun itself were about to crash to earth. To those below, it was the end of the world. The unshaped beings knelt devoutly, hoping to survive the calamity, but would prayers help them?

Meanwhile, the demon sages in the heavenly palace withdrew their magic and laughed heartily. Such a super star’s power would overwhelm even a Golden Immortal, let alone a saint—it was unstoppable!

Just as everyone believed the witch tribe was finished, the star did not explode! What was happening?

Emperor Jun and Taiyi knew that despite its size, the star's threat was limited to its impact. If it exploded, its destructive force would multiply several times over. But contrary to expectation, it did not explode upon landing. Why?

Suddenly, a giant hand shattered the star with a single punch!

The enormous sphere burst apart, not with an explosion but with a cloud of dust and earth swirling through the sky. Amid the haze, the vague outline of a burly man appeared—who was he?

Tongtian, watching from the Purple Cloud Palace, smiled at the sight; it seemed their plan had succeeded!

This shock reverberated through the entire prehistoric world. What power, what realm could shatter such a flaming celestial body with a single punch?

In the heavenly palace, Emperor Jun and Taiyi were stupefied. How had their Solar True Fire been suppressed and extinguished?

That Solar True Fire was the ancestral witches’ greatest fear, for they were born of primordial turbid qi, while Emperor Jun and Taiyi were formed from primordial pure qi and Solar True Fire. From birth, they were destined to be rivals.

As for why Houtu was not so opposed to Tongtian, it was a mystery; for some reason, Houtu felt a faint apprehension toward Tongtian, and this unease gradually lowered her guard.

The ancestral witches’ attitude toward the Three Pure Ones was clear from their reactions to Tongtian.

The burly man strode forth from the dust, roaring ferociously. Every living being in the prehistoric world felt a surge of awe and reverence for him, flowing through their hearts.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

The demon soldiers and generals who had collapsed to the ground knelt reverently, chanting, “Hail King Pangu, Hail King Pangu!”

This was the witch tribe’s ultimate formation—the “Twelve Ancestral Witches’ Dutian Divine Slaughter Array!”

All things have their origins; the myriad stars in the sky were transformed from Pangu’s body. The twelve ancestral witches, united, formed a replica of the great Pangu himself.

One must not underestimate the power of this burly man—all primordial energy he touched was transformed into turbid qi, endlessly supplying the magic he expended in battle.

He raised his head, glaring angrily at the demon soldiers and generals in the sky, and with a roar, unleashed a mighty punch.

The demon sages in heaven watched as a surge of white waves shot up from below, piercing the clouds. All spiritual energy near the fist was transformed into its driving force, continuously amplifying its power.

The heavenly palace above erupted like fireworks; tiles flew from the buildings, and explosions resounded throughout heaven and earth.

The force of a single punch was so terrifying, its destructive potential was plain to see.

After releasing his “energy bomb,” the burly man suddenly shrank, and with a pop, transformed into twelve figures who fell from the sky.

At that moment, Houtu struggled to lift her head, gazing at the wailing demon soldiers and generals in the sky. With a smile, she said, “We have won!”

Yet, in that instant, four figures shot across the distant sky like streaming light.

In the heavens, Emperor Jun and his companions were fortunate; had Taiyi not used the Chaos Bell to shield himself and the demon sages at the last moment, all would have perished like the soldiers and generals, vanishing without even a scream.

Those who still cried out were the survivors; the rest were long gone.

“Emperor Jun, are you unharmed?” At that moment, the good and evil clones of Emperor Jun and Taiyi arrived. Witnessing the carnage, even a fool could comprehend the ruthless brutality of war.

“But I wonder how my son fares?” Emperor Jun already knew that his wife, Xihe, had vanished from the world; his child was the hope of his race, and nothing could happen to him.

To strengthen his demon tribe, Emperor Jun ordered his good and evil clones, along with Taiyi’s, to “invite” the demon master Kunpeng.

Kunpeng was aware of Emperor Jun and Taiyi’s intentions. They knew Kunpeng was the only unpredictable factor among the demon tribe; he had once revealed his ambition. If he could not be subdued, it would be better to erase him completely!

Others, like the Three Pure Ones, were assured by Patriarch Hongjun that they would not interfere in the war. With this promise, Emperor Jun and Taiyi dared to initiate such a bloody conflict.