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Chapter 188 The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation
At the invitation of a powerful member of the Wu Clan, Lai Yang accompanied the Wu Clan members to visit them.

On the way, the Third Ancestral Witch couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist, did you receive some revelation or benefit from the Father God? How come the Father God's aura suddenly appears on your body?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the witch clan turned their attention to him, wanting to hear what he had to say.

Seeing this, Lai Yang hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I'm not quite sure either. My consciousness seems to have been pulled into a special space where I seem to have seen the origin of the chaotic universe. An incomparably powerful and terrifying being was born from chaos, died after creating the world, and transformed into all things. Countless laws and great principles came into being."

Lai Yang only described what he saw in the spiritual world, without mentioning that he had obtained the golden heart.

With such divine objects, no one can guarantee that no one in the witch clan will be tempted by them.

He is alone now, while the Wu tribe is numerous and powerful, with nine quasi-saints. To easily expose the divine object is tantamount to courting death.

Upon hearing this, the members of the Wu tribe looked at each other, most of them showing a mixture of belief and doubt.

"You say you saw the Father God creating the heavens? We, the Witch Clan, are formed from the Father God's heart. For so many years, we have never seen the Father God manifest and bestow blessings upon us. How could the Father God favor a human so much?" The Eighth Ancestral Witch spoke in a deep, dissatisfied voice.

“The Father God has his reasons for doing things. We know that you, Eighth Brother, have many grievances against the human race, but now is not the time for you to be willful.”

The Fifth Ancestral Witch glared at the Eighth Ancestral Witch, then turned to Lai Yang, sighed, and explained, "Back then, when the human race attacked our witch clan, my eighth brother led his people to an ambush by the human and demon races. In that battle, our witch clan lost 20,000 people."

Lai Yang remained silent; he didn't know what to say.

After all, the struggle between races is inherently cruel, and he is a human, not a witch.

Furthermore, he didn't understand the cause and course of events, so he couldn't easily say anything to put people at ease.

"What do you want to do with me when you take me back to the Witch Clan?" Lai Yang changed the subject.

"We have something to give you."

"Is there something for me?"

Lai Yang looked puzzled.

"Although you are not a member of the Witch Clan, and we also despise cunning humans, you are the chosen one of the Father God, so we will not harm you. You will understand when you reach the Witch Clan."

Lai Yang nodded and didn't say anything more.

And so, the group quickly left the forbidden area of ​​the Witch Clan and returned to the Witch Clan.

Upon realizing that the Ancestral Witches had returned and brought back a human, many members of the Witch Clan immediately gathered around.

"It's all gone."

The ancestral shamans dismissed the crowd of shamans who were watching.

"Let's go to the ancestral hall."

Lai Yang was led into the ancestral hall of the Wu clan by nine quasi-saints of the Wu clan.

The ancestral temple of the Witch Clan is very large, and it even contains thirteen Witch Clan deity statues identical to those in the Witch Clan's forbidden area, with the statues placed in the exact same locations.

At the very center is the statue of the giant man, holding a giant axe, whose imposing presence is awe-inspiring.

Meanwhile, a painting depicting Pangu creating the world hangs above the ancestral hall, seemingly concealing endless mysteries.

"This place is the ancestral temple of my Wu clan. Hidden within the ancestral temple is an extremely powerful formation, as well as a method to perfect the primordial spirit of our Wu clan."

"But for hundreds of thousands of years, we have never been able to find a way to perfect the primordial spirit. Our Wu clan did not have a primordial spirit from the very beginning."

"Because we do not have a primordial spirit, we, the Wu clan, cannot use magical treasures. No matter how powerful the magical treasure is, it is no different from a piece of trash in our hands. Therefore, in every battle, our Wu clan has always suffered losses at the hands of the demon race and the human race."

“In ancient times, our Wu clan was once the overlord of the Immortal Realm. The twelve ancient ancestral Wu were all-powerful and could see through heaven and earth. Even beings above the Immortal Emperor had to give our Wu clan some face.”

"However, ever since the demon race and the human race forged the 'Witch-Slaying Sword', eleven of the twelve ancient ancestral witches have perished, one has been suppressed and sealed in the underworld, and the entire witch race was almost wiped out by the demon race, falling to this state."

“Even though my witch clan has fallen to this state, the demon clan still refuses to let us go easily.”

"All of this is because our Wu clan cannot cultivate the primordial spirit. If our Wu clan could also activate magic weapons, we would never be in such a sorry state when facing the suppression of the Wu-slaying Sword."

At this point, the ancestral witches all had grim and ugly expressions.

At this moment, they seemed to recall those incredibly humiliating periods of their past, their bodies brimming with murderous intent, and the atmosphere extremely oppressive.

Lai Yang's heart tightened slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "So, you want me to perfect the primordial spirit of your witch clan?"

“That’s right, only those chosen by the Father God can accomplish this. As long as you can help our Witch Clan complete this task, we will grant you whatever you wish to do, provided that you do not harm our fellow Witch Clan members.” The Third Ancestral Witch solemnly made this promise.

Lai Yang hesitated, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Upon arriving in the Immortal Realm, he had no power of his own.

If he could truly help the Witch Clan solve their primordial spirit problem, he could win them over as friends, which would undoubtedly be a good thing for him.

With the help of the Witch Clan, it will be easier for him to establish himself in the Immortal Realm and create his own power.

However, according to the Wu tribe, the relationship between the Wu tribe and the demon tribe is extremely bad. Helping the Wu tribe is equivalent to putting himself on the opposite side of the demon tribe, which may arouse the hatred of the demon tribe.

Suddenly, Lai Yang thought of the powerful golden heart beating within him, and the majestic figure that created the world.

The Wu Clan was formed from the heart of Pangu. From the moment he obtained this golden heart, his fate may have been closely intertwined with that of the Wu Clan.

He doesn't like owing favors to others.

After waiting for a long time without receiving a response from Lai Yang, the Wu Clan members had different expressions and were all somewhat nervous.

Although they loathe both the demon race and the human race, the presence of the Father God in this person makes it impossible for them to feel any aversion towards him.

But he is, after all, human. What will they do if he refuses to help them?
Hopefully, Twelfth Sister's prophecy won't be wrong. This person is truly the one they've been waiting for who can change the fate of the Witch Clan.

Lai Yang raised his head and said firmly, "I can only promise my fellow Daoists of the Witch Clan that I will do my best. As for whether it will succeed, I cannot guarantee it to you."

Upon hearing this, the ancestral witches were overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"With your words, fellow Daoist, we are at ease. Please feel free to try, whether you succeed or fail, the Wu Clan will remember you."

"Fellow Daoist, please feel free to ask if you need anything."

Lai Yang gently shook his head: "Nothing else is needed, just quiet. Next, I will try to find a way to help the witch clan condense their primordial spirit."

"In that case, we will not disturb you any longer. There are people guarding outside the ancestral hall at all times. Please feel free to make any requests you may have, and the entire Wu Clan will do its utmost to fulfill them."

Before long, the Third Ancestral Witch led a group of Ancestral Witches away from the Ancestral Temple of the Witch Clan.

After leaving the ancestral temple of the Witch Clan, the Sixth Ancestral Witch couldn't help but ask, "Third Brother, do you really believe that human would kindly help us?"

“I don’t believe in the human race, but I believe in the Father God’s choice.” The Third Ancestral Witch shook his head and said firmly.

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback, and immediately understood what the Third Ancestral Witch meant.

Yes, if they can't even trust their Father God, how can the Witch Clan survive? The Demon Clan is growing stronger, and one day they will want to completely destroy the Witch Clan.

The demon race is now only wary of the last ancient ancestral witch goddess who has been suppressed and sealed in the underworld for reincarnation.

Once they figure out a way to deal with that one, their witch clan will be completely destroyed.

By the time that day comes, it will be too late.

On the other side, inside the ancestral hall of the Wu tribe, Lai Yang circled around several times but found nothing unusual.

The most distinctive feature is the thirteen prominent statues of gods in front of you, as well as the Pangu Creation Diagram.

As Lai Yang gazed at the Pangu Creation Diagram before him, the golden heart in his chest throbbed, and then Lai Yang's consciousness was forcibly pulled into the Pangu Creation Diagram.

This time, Lai Yang no longer looked down on everything from God's perspective; instead, he became the terrifying innate being that emerged from chaos and ultimately succeeded in creating the world.

At this moment, Lai Yang was curled up in the chaos, and wisps of pure chaotic energy actively merged into his body, making his aura gradually stronger and his body growing bigger day by day.

Although Lai Yang has self-awareness, he is unable to control his body to make any actions.

Seeing that he couldn't change the current situation, Lai Yang stopped doing anything unnecessary and focused on observing and sensing the changes within himself.

Before the chaos was created, there was no concept of time in the world, and everything remained unchanged from beginning to end, filled only with endless chaotic power.

Before long, Lai Yang's body continued to grow, becoming larger and larger.

As his body continued to grow, the once spacious space began to feel cramped and confined, making him very uncomfortable.

At this moment, his aura far surpassed that of the Corpse Demon Immortal Emperor and the Golden Knife Immortal Emperor that Lai Yang had seen.

Another n years have passed, which could be thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of years.

Lai Yang felt himself in a daze, in endless chaos, he had almost lost his sense of time.

Finally, his body, attached to his consciousness, began to move. He felt as if he were omnipotent, his power so great that it was indescribable.

Immediately afterwards, Lai Yang witnessed once again the magnificent scene of Pangu creating the world from a first-person perspective.

When everything was over, Lai Yang's consciousness returned to his body, and he felt as if he had just had a dream.

In the blink of an eye, Lai Yang went from an omnipotent innate being to a human ant that was countless times weaker. The sense of loss was truly unpleasant.

Lai Yang subconsciously sensed his own aura, and his immortal power realm had actually broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm without him even realizing it!
Even his physical strength has increased significantly, surpassing the early stage of Quasi-Saint and entering the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

Good heavens, how many years did he spend in seclusion this time?! Could it be that he dreamt for a thousand years?

Fortunately, I did not fail in my mission.

Lai Yang's consciousness possessed Pangu and experienced everything, so he already knew how to help the Wu Clan cultivate their primordial spirit.

There is also the extremely powerful killing formation hidden in the ancestral temple of the Wu clan. Now, looking at the arrangement of the thirteen ancient ancestral witch statues, aside from the Pangu statue in the very center, isn't that the formation of one of the four most powerful killing formations in legend, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation?

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is said to be a terrifying killing formation that only the twelve ancestral witches can perfectly execute and can condense the true form of Pangu.

With this in mind, Lai Yang did not hesitate to begin deducing the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

Lai Yang possesses Pangu's golden heart, allowing him to unleash the complete Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation even without gathering the Twelve Ancestral Witches to condense his true form.

Lai Yang's mental energy was rapidly depleted, and sweat beaded on his face as the formation diagram of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was gradually deduced and outlined in his mind.

Unaware of the passage of time, life in the celestial realm flies by.

In the blink of an eye, another five hundred years have passed.

One day, a terrifying aura erupted from the depths of the ancestral temple of the Witch Clan.

Sensing that aura, the members of the Wu Clan instantly felt a tremor in their bloodline and were all startled.

The next moment, a towering and vast figure appeared. The giant held a divine axe, his face was masculine and unyielding, and he exuded an incomparable and powerful aura.

"What's going on? That's... Father God!?"

"Father God, it really is Father God! Has Father God manifested himself?!"

"Father God! Father God!"

The Wu tribe members were extremely excited, and in an instant, a deafening roar swept through the entire tribe.

Swish swish!
Twelve golden rays appeared.

Then the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan appeared one after another, looking in the direction of the ancestral temple of the witch clan, their expressions of great surprise.

"That's the Father God?! How is that possible? Didn't the Father God perish long ago?"

"No, that's the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, which my Wu Clan has lost for a long time!"

"Since the fall of the ancient ancestral witches, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation has been completely lost. How could someone still be able to unleash the complete Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation? Who is it, and how did they do it?"

Why think so much? Just go and see for yourself, and you'll understand.

"What Eighth Brother says makes sense, let's go."

"go!"

Soon, the twelve ancestral witches arrived at the ancestral temple of the witch clan.

"Could it be that human caused this commotion? How is that possible? How could a human possibly unleash the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation? Isn't it said that the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation requires twelve Ancestral Witches to condense their true forms before it can be used?"

Upon seeing this, the Ninth Ancestral Witch was stunned and exclaimed in disbelief.

"Hehe, as expected of the chosen one of the Father God, he has not disappointed us. With the blessing of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, what is there for our Wu Clan to fear even if we encounter an Immortal Emperor?" The Third Ancestral Witch said excitedly.

The First Ancestral Witch looked surprised and turned to the Third Ancestral Witch, saying, "Third Brother, are the people in the Ancestral Hall of the Witch Clan the ones you speak of as the chosen ones of the Father God?"

"Yes brother."

"Should we go in and take a look."

"Don't go in and disturb him. What if Fellow Daoist is at a critical moment? Wouldn't it be a disaster if we went in now? Don't let anyone get close to the ancestral hall."

The giant figure in the sky slowly dissipated, returning to calm.

At the same time, a voice came from inside the ancestral hall of the Witch Clan—

"Fellow Daoists, since you're here, please come in."

(End of this chapter)