Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

After their failed expedition against the Celestial Court, the Twelve Ancestral Witches realized a serious problem.

Although the Divine Court was powerful, it was helpless when faced with a top-level formation like the Myriad Immortals Formation.

The deaths and injuries of tens of millions of Wu tribesmen made Dijiang reflect deeply and decide to find a path that could completely crush the Celestial Court and even rival the Heavenly Court.

"The legacy left by the Father God extends far beyond our physical bodies," Dijiang said solemnly.

"We are formed from the essence and blood of the Father God, his blood flows in our veins, and his divine powers are hidden within us. If we can unleash this power, even a saint might not be unable to fight us."

Zhu Jiuyin slowly opened his eyes, a profound glint in his pupils: "Brother is right. The twelve of us were originally formed from the blood of Father God's heart, and we govern the twelve laws. If we can combine the twelve laws into one, perhaps we can reproduce the great power Father God possessed when he created the world."

This idea, like a seed, fell into the hearts of the ancestral witches and quickly took root and sprouted.

In the days that followed, the twelve ancestral witches ceased their campaigns and instead sat day and night in the Pangu Palace, using their heart's blood as a medium to communicate with the remaining will of Pangu.

They unleashed the full power of their respective laws, and the twelve auras intertwined, collided, and merged above the blood pool.

Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times...

Failure after failure, each collision of laws would trigger a violent backlash, ranging from a surge of qi and blood to vomiting blood.

But the Ancestral Witches are inherently stubborn; the more they fail, the less willing they are to give up.

To put it nicely, he's stubborn; to put it bluntly, he's a scoundrel with a terrible temper.

Finally, after countless attempts, they found the key to the fusion of laws.

It's not a forced fusion, but rather using the bloodline of Pangu as a bond to allow the twelve Great Daos to return to their origin.

The twelve Great Daos were originally one of Pangu's powers.

As long as you follow the guidance of the bloodline and bring them back into one, you can form a terrifying power that surpasses even a Primordial Golden Immortal.

Di Jiang suddenly opened his eyes, and the spatial laws behind him trembled violently, transforming into a vortex.

Zhu Jiuyin opened his eyes at the same time, and the law of time, like invisible ripples, intertwined with the law of space.

At the moment when time and space intersected, a chaotic beam of light shot up from the blood pool, pierced through the Pangu Palace, and soared straight into the heavens.

The other Ancestral Witches exerted their power together, and the ten laws of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, lightning, weather, rain, and ice merged into the pillar of chaotic light in turn.

The twelve laws merged into one, and the pillar of light suddenly expanded, transforming into a towering, towering phantom.

The giant was countless feet tall, with a head reaching the sky and feet planted firmly on the ground, holding a giant axe in his hand.

Although it was just a phantom, it exuded a terrifying pressure that could change the very fabric of the world.

It was as if he could return the primordial world to chaos with a single swing of his axe.

The phantom of Pangu.

The moment the phantom appeared, a legacy was transmitted to the minds of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Dijiang gazed up at the illusory figure, sensing the inheritance, his eyes filled with excitement: "Father God's inheritance! The Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation!"

This is the most powerful trump card of the Wu tribe, and also the most precious legacy that Pangu left to his descendants.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation requires the twelve Ancestral Witches to gather, using their own heart's blood as a catalyst and their respective laws as a foundation, to summon the true form of Pangu.

This is the formation he learned from it.

Once Pangu's true form was formed, he possessed the immense power to create heaven and earth.

Below the level of a sage, no one can stand in his way; even if a sage himself were to arrive, he might not dare to confront him head-on.

However, this grand formation also has its limitations.

The formation consumes a great deal of energy. When the twelve Ancestral Witches are combined, they also need to burn their heart's blood. Every moment the formation is maintained, the losses increase.

If this continues for an extended period, the ancestral witches will suffer a severe loss of vitality, and their very foundation may be damaged.

The power of the great formation is closely related to the cultivation level of the Ancestral Witches. Currently, most of the Twelve Ancestral Witches are at the early stage of Quasi-Saint, and the Pangu True Body they summon can only exert a trace of the residual power of Pangu at his peak.

Even so, it is enough to crush all beings below the level of a saint.

Dijiang withdrew his gaze, his voice echoing in the Pangu Hall:

"From this day forward, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation will be the guardian formation of my Divine Court. With this formation in place, the Divine Court will have the means to rival the Heavenly Court and the Celestial Court. If Taiyi dares to offend my Divine Court, he will taste the might of Father God Pangu!"

The ancestral witches all responded in unison, "What our elder brother says is absolutely right!"

Above the blood pool, the phantom of Pangu slowly dissipated.

But that oppressive aura lingered for a long time, as if proclaiming to the entire prehistoric world that the era of the Wu tribe had only just begun.

As for the Celestial Court daring to offend? What a joke! We don't even need the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation to crush the Celestial Court!

"Brother, our formation is newly formed. Why don't we try it out first? If it succeeds, we can disband immediately and reassemble the grand formation when the time comes to fight, so that we won't make any mistakes!" Gonggong suggested.

"That's right! We can't afford to cram at the last minute!"

"We should give it a try!"

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches responded enthusiastically.

The main reason is that everyone wants to see what it would be like if they could summon the true form of the Father God.

"Let's begin," Dijiang said in a deep voice.

The ancestral witches all forced out a drop of their heart's blood, and twelve drops of essence blood floated in mid-air, gathering together into one.

A beam of chaotic light erupted from the drop of blood essence, shooting into the sky and piercing through the Pangu Palace.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation! The mass of essence blood, formed by the fusion of twelve drops of essence blood, was leaping.

All the malevolent energy in the world seemed to be seized by an invisible hand, converging from all directions.

The malevolent energy, murderous energy, and resentful energy buried deep within the primordial land surged towards the Pangu Palace like rivers flowing into the sea.

The malevolent aura was so intense that it almost solidified, enveloping the entire Pangu Palace in a dark red mist.

The bodies of the twelve ancestral witches underwent astonishing changes under the infusion of malevolent energy.

Dijiang's wings transformed into chaotic, sky-covering wings; Zhujiuyin's eyes shone like the sun and moon; Zhurong's body was enveloped in endless flames; and Gonggong was surrounded by a surge of cold energy... The twelve figures gradually blurred and melted in the baleful aura, eventually merging into one.

A towering, ethereal giant slowly took shape.

The giant was countless feet tall, with a head reaching the sky, feet planted firmly on the ground, and an axe in his left hand.

His body was as solid as cast iron, and every muscle contained the power to create the world.

His face was blurred, yet he exuded a terrifying pressure that could change the very fabric of the world.

However, just as the phantom was about to solidify into a physical form, a sudden change occurred.

The phantom suddenly trembled, as if something had awakened from an ancient slumber.

The malevolent energy surged in even more frantically, causing the Pangu Palace to tremble violently, and the remnants of Pangu's heart in the blood pool to throb like thunder.

The twelve ancestral witches were horrified to discover that they had lost control of Pangu's true form.

It wasn't that they summoned Pangu, but rather that Pangu... returned in their bodies.