Yuanshi and Tongtian were at a disadvantage after being struck by Nuwa. Laozi dared not enter the Shanhe Shejitu, as Nuwa was always unpredictable and impossible to fathom.
If he were to enter the Shanhe Shejitu and fail to emerge, Yuan Shi and Tong Tian might not be able to stop Nuwa.
If Nuwa got even one chance to strike, it would seal the fate of the Witch and Demon war.
Yuanshi, suppressed and struggling to endure, brandished the Pangu Banner, channeling his Hunyuan power to unleash terrifying chaotic sword energy. This energy rent space, and the power of a Saint's duel was more than heaven and earth could bear, even in the chaos.
Tongtian no longer held back. The Qingping Sword in his hand shone with absolute killing intent, a myriad of swords clashing to cleave through time, void, karma, and fate.
Nuwa remained unmoved, her expressionless face calmly stating, "Three Pure Ones, is that all you have?"
Yuanshi's face darkened. The Pangu Banner swung even more heavily. The Apricot Yellow Flag above his head protected him, while he held the White Jade Ruyi in one hand and the Pangu Banner in the other. The terrifying destructive power struck fear into the eyes of ancient great powers, who fled further into the depths of the chaos, daring not to linger outside the Primordial World, facing the approaching, more formidable tide of chaos.
Among the Six Sages, the one most skilled in destruction was neither Laozi nor Tongtian, but Yuanshi Tianzun!
Laozi also frowned, but he felt that Nuwa had ulterior motives.
Tongtian's battle intent surged. Among the Six Sages, only Nuwa could contend with his killing power. His immortal sword intent condensed. Tongtian did not use a sword, but his finger, pointed like a sword. He was the sword, the sword was him, and everything was a sword.
Terrifying killing intent, focused like a sword, locked onto Nuwa. All the wind, earth, water, and fire in the chaos became Tongtian's sword, and even Nuwa's finger of creation pointed at him became his sword.
Endless swords surged ceaselessly, striking at Nuwa, unstoppable, unyielding, earth-shattering!
Nuwa's Shanhe Shejitu, before her, revolved with infinite worlds, experiencing birth and destruction. Countless worlds shattered, and the terrifying destructive power met the might of Yuanshi and Tongtian. The chaos trembled as if endless universes were being annihilated.
Rumbling—
The might of the Saints stirred the tide of chaos. Boundless wind, earth, water, and fire began to surge wildly, becoming more violent. Wave after wave of Saintly power caused the chaotic tide to swell ever larger and wider, reaching the Primordial World and shaking its heavens and earth.
The already fearful beings had grown numb. Even if the world shook again, in their minds, it would not collapse.
But the faces of the great powers changed slightly. Battles raged within the Primordial World, destroying heavens and earth. Outside the Primordial World, it seemed Saints were dueling, and the chaotic tide was rising again, shaking the world time and again. How long could the world, however stable, endure?
In the Primordial World, atop the Jianmu tree, Zhunti also frowned. The Three Pure Ones were fighting Nuwa three-on-one. Even if they angered Nuwa, they could not let her rage unchecked.
Qing Ling, on the Jianmu tree, watched this scene with a blank expression, neither joy nor sorrow.
No joy, for the sake of all beings. No sorrow, for the sake of his own calculations.
"A general's victory is built upon the bones of countless fallen."
Beside Buzhou Mountain, stars fell like rain, and Pangu's axe cleaved the heavens time and again. The axe fell, stars vanished; the axe rose, stars reappeared. Pangu's body was inexhaustible, and the number of stars in the Zhou Tian Constellation was also endless.
Even though each swing of Pangu's giant axe consumed the power of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, and each falling star represented the death of a demon clan member guarding it, no one stopped.
The Witch clan could not stop, and the Demon clan would not stop.
To stop would be to decide the victor and loser, to allow one clan to slaughter the other.
Pangu's giant body once again swung the divine axe, its power cleaving through space and time. This time, it shattered a main star.
"Boom—"
A loud explosion echoed. The star fell, and the heavens and earth showed anomalies. A great demon saint died under Pangu's axe.
Di Jun's face turned sinister. He rearranged his pieces, each move filled with killing intent. The power of endless stars ground away at Pangu's giant body.
Within the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array, Cheng Huang, an Ancestor Witch, was already extremely pale. But she gritted her teeth and endured, ceaselessly spitting out Witch blood to maintain the array.
The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array used the Twelve Ancestor Witches. Even though she had broken through to become an Ancestor Witch, her bloodline and origin were still far inferior to Houtu's, and could not be compensated.
But Cheng Huang did not stop, did not hesitate. She repeatedly operated the formation, channeling the power of the eleven Ancestor Witches she admired, cleaving through the starry sky again and again.
In the Zhou Tian Constellation Array, Tai Yi remembered Qing Ling's words: the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array would not last long. Although Houtu's transformation into the cycle of reincarnation left a way out for the Witch clan, it also signified their inevitable defeat.
As long as they held out and the Zhou Tian Constellation Array remained unbroken, the Demon clan might win!
The decisive battle between the Witch and Demon clans had devolved into a prolonged, cruel, and brutal war.
Three hundred days and nights without pause. Myriad witches and demons piled up like mountains, their blood forming seas. The sight was filled with corpses.
The fallen lay still, clutching their enemies' vital points even in death, using their last moments to give their allies an advantage.
Within the Primordial World, silence reigned.
Aside from the non-stop slaughter of the Witches and Demons for three hundred days and nights, no other sound could be heard.
Even the great powers, looking at the Witch-Demon battlefield, fell silent.
Even Ming He, who was usually most cheerful, felt a sense of unease.
For too many, too many beings had died.
The number was beyond measure, yet the slaughter continued.
Saint Zhunti fell into silence. Was this the fate of all beings that he desired?
Witch and Demon corpses piled up like mountains, and their blood flowed across the entire Primordial land.
Great Demon Saints, along with their life's great Dao, vanished from the world. Powerful Great Witches, with their unyielding battle spirit, returned to the earth.
Countless Witches and Demons, countless karmic debts, were buried together in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, falling into silence.
And at the critical juncture of the Witch-Demon war, at Buzhou Mountain, Cheng Huang could no longer hold on.
For three hundred days and nights, every moment, every second, had consumed her essence, blood, and Witch power. Each swing of Pangu's giant axe meant the loss of a mouthful of her blood.
She only had a lifespan of over a hundred Yuanhui. In these three hundred days and nights, it was utterly depleted.
But Cheng Huang was unwilling. She was unwilling for the Witch clan to lose, unwilling for her myriad kin to be slaughtered by the Demon clan.
The Pangu giant body, formed by the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array, finally collapsed with a roar, and the true bodies of the Twelve Ancestor Witches reappeared in the world.
Cheng Huang instantly surged forward. As the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array shattered, and before the Zhou Tian Constellation Array could begin its next phase, with old strength depleted and new strength not yet born, she violently collided with the myriad stars.
"Rumble—"
The eleven Ancestor Witches cried out in dismay, but Cheng Huang had forever vanished from the world.
As the thirteenth Ancestor Witch, from her hidden self at birth to the end of her life, she had never acted for herself. Every moment was for the word "Witch" in her heart.
The sky above is a horizontal line, the earth below is a horizontal line, and man stands tall between heaven and earth, supporting each other—this is "Witch."
Beneath the cycle of reincarnation, tears flowed from Houtu's eyes. She had done what the Ancestor Witch of Earth should have done for the Witch clan, in place of her.