Chapter 501
The Purification of the Witch Clan's Bloodline Shocks the Primordial World! Only On
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"Firstly, refine your bloodline and trace back to the source! You can seek out the place where Pangu's essence blood was left behind, or draw upon the power of the Pangu Temple's origin to cleanse your bloodline, remove impurities, and return to your original state!"
With each increase in bloodline purity, power surges by one level! If one can reach the peak of the Ancestral Witch realm, with purified bloodline, one can glimpse the Primordial Chaos realm!
This method is sound and well-founded, but it is time-consuming and cannot be accomplished overnight.
Refine your bloodline! Tracing back to its origins! Enhancing its purity! Gaining a glimpse of the primordial chaos!
These eight words, like a beacon in the darkness, instantly illuminated the despairing hearts of all the witches!
"Bloodline Purification! Primordial Chaos Realm!"
An unprecedented light burst forth in Dijiang's eyes!
"Pangu Temple! The Origin of the Temple!"
Houtu suddenly looked at the temple floating above the pool of evil energy!
"There's hope! Our witch clan is saved!"
Millions of warriors of the Witch Clan cheered in unison, their roar shaking the heavens!
They knelt and prayed devoutly in the direction of Tianji Palace, their eyes filled with tears!
"Thank you for your guidance, senior! The Witch Clan will never forget your great kindness!"
In the direction of the Sun Star, Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Bai Ze's expressions instantly turned extremely gloomy!
"Refining bloodlines? Tracing back to the source? The Primordial Chaos Realm?!"
Taiyi's voice was icy, filled with disbelief and rage.
"That old scoundrel! How dare he so blatantly aid the witch clan?!"
"Damn it! If the bloodline of the Witch Clan is purified and their strength skyrockets, wouldn't our Demon Court's grand plan to exterminate the Witch Clan be ruined?!"
Di Jun's eyes flashed with murderous intent, his golden pupils almost spitting fire!
Bai Ze gripped his feather fan tightly, his wise eyes filled with solemnity and worry.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor, this method is indeed ingenious, but as the Heavenly Mystery Daoist said, it is extremely time-consuming! The bloodline of the Witch Clan is mixed, the essence of Pangu is hard to find, and the power of the temple's origin is even more difficult to activate! It is almost impossible to significantly increase the purity of the bloodline in a short period of time!"
Ten years... no, even a hundred or a thousand years, they might not be able to cultivate a Primordial Ancestral Witch with purified bloodline! But my Demon Court army is already on its way! Within ten years, we will surely flatten Mount Buzhou!
They...don't have time!
Bai Ze's analysis reassured Di Jun and Tai Yi somewhat.
Yes, time! The witch clan's greatest shortage is time!
As long as the Wu Clan is completely destroyed before their bloodline reaches its full potential, the guidance of the Heavenly Mystery Daoist will be nothing but a mirage!
However, the voice of the Heavenly Mystery Daoist rang out again, like a heavy hammer, striking hard into the hearts of Di Jun and the other two:
"Secondly, activate your bloodline and offer sacrifices to the Father God! You can all gather at the Pangu Temple, using the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witches as a catalyst and the faith of billions of Witch Clan members as fuel, to offer sacrifices to the Father God Pangu! Pray that the Father God's will will be merciful and bestow blessings upon your bloodline!"
This is a shortcut that can greatly activate bloodline potential and enhance strength in a short time! However, this method damages the very source, destabilizes the foundation, and requires the response of the Father God's will—the risk is extremely high! Success will result in a surge of strength; failure will lead to the depletion of bloodline and death! You…choose for yourselves.”
Activate your bloodline! Offer sacrifice to the Father God! Boost your strength in a short time!
Extremely risky!
But... this is the only way to gain the power to resist the overwhelming force of the demon court's army!
The ancestral land of the Wu tribe instantly erupted in excitement!
"Offer sacrifices to the Father God! Activate your bloodline!"
"Father God, have mercy on us! Bless my people!"
"Even with the risks, it's better than sitting and waiting to die! We are willing to risk our lives to try!"
"Your Majesty Dijiang! Give the order! Perform the sacrifice to the Father God!"
The shouts of millions of Wu tribe warriors converged into a torrent of resolute determination!
Dijiang looked down at his passionate clansmen, and at the last hope burning in the eyes of his brothers, including Zhujiuyin and Gonggong. He nodded heavily, his voice like thunder.
"Good! Issue the order! The entire clan prepares for war! Activate the Pangu Temple! Use the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch as a catalyst! Sacrifice to the Father God! Pray for blessings!"
"I will obey Your Majesty's decree!"
The entire Wu Clan sprang into action instantly! The pool of malevolent energy surged, the Pangu Temple shone with light, and ancient totem patterns lit up!
The twelve Ancestral Witches (including the six who were seriously injured) gathered at the core of the temple, cut their wrists, and poured their golden Ancestral Witch blood into the temple!
Millions of warriors of the Wu tribe surrounded the temple, kneeling in devout worship and chanting ancient prayers, their faith surging towards the temple!
The Wu tribe began their final, desperate sacrifice!
"Offering sacrifices to the Father God?! Activating bloodlines?!"
On the Sun Star, Di Jun's expression changed drastically!
"We absolutely cannot let them succeed! Otherwise, the consequences will be dire!"
"Brother! We can't wait any longer! We must stop them immediately!"
Taiyi's eyes flashed with murderous intent!
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor! Time is of the essence! Please lead us immediately to Buzhou Mountain at full speed! We must interrupt them before the sacrifice is completed!"
Bai Ze said urgently!
"go!"
Without further hesitation, Di Jun roared, and the golden dragon of the Demon Court's fortune, carrying Di Jun, Taiyi, and Bai Ze, transformed into a chaotic golden light that tore through the void, rushing straight towards the ancestral land of the Wu Clan at Buzhou Mountain at a speed beyond the limit!
Their speed far surpassed that of the demon court's army!
They had to get to Buzhou Mountain as quickly as possible to stop this sacrificial ceremony that could change everything!
"Send the order! Yingzhao, Jimeng, Feilian, Jiuying! Lead the army and follow at full speed! Target: Buzhou Mountain!"
Di Jun's voice echoed through the demon army!
The demon army, like a flood bursting its banks, followed closely behind and charged towards Buzhou Mountain!
Time became the key to victory!
With the combined power of a Primordial Golden Immortal and a Quasi-Saint, Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Bai Ze harnessed the fortune of the Demon Court and reached their maximum speed!
The primordial space before them folded and tore apart layer by layer!
The distance to Buzhou Mountain is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!
One day... two days...
As the dawn of the third day was about to break through the primordial sky, Di Jun and his two companions were less than three days' journey from the ancestral land of the Wu tribe at Buzhou Mountain!
At their speed, they should arrive in half a day at most!
Mount Buzhou is the ancestral home of Pangu.
The Pangu Temple, now suspended above the pool of evil energy, is no longer dim and dilapidated!
The huge crack on the surface of the temple still exists, but the entire temple is radiating an unprecedentedly brilliant light!
Twelve golden torrents of ancestral witch blood essence, like twelve long rivers of blood, continuously flowed into the core of the temple!
The power of faith from millions of witch warriors, like a golden ocean, completely submerged the temple!
The ancient prayers, like the heavenly voice of the Great Way, echoed in the sky above the ancestral land!
The entire Buzhou Mountain was shrouded in an aura of holiness, solemnity, and tragedy!
All preparations for the sacrificial ceremony have been completed!
The twelve Ancestral Witches sat cross-legged in the core of the temple, their breaths connected and their essence and blood intertwined!
The Pangu mark on Houtu's wrist emitted an unprecedentedly intense light, as if it resonated strongly with a sleeping being deep within the temple!
"Big brother!"
Everything is ready! We're just waiting for... the appointed time!
Houtu's voice was weary, yet filled with unwavering resolve!
Dijiang's gaze swept over all his brothers, his eyes burning with a final flame.
"Very well! Wait for my command! Invoke the essence of the temple! Begin the sacrifice! Pray to the Father God... for blessings!"
The last hope of the Witch Clan is about to be ignited! And the destructive shadows of the three giants of the Demon Court are already approaching the horizon!
This sacrificial race, which concerns the primordial order of the world and the survival of the witch clan, has finally reached its moment of reckoning!
Buzhou Mountain is the ancestral home of Pangu.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, thanks to the Wu tribe's all-out preparations.
A towering statue of Pangu, a million feet tall, formed entirely from the original malevolent energy of the Pangu Temple and countless rare and precious materials, stands majestically before the pool of malevolent energy!
The statue's face was blurred, yet it exuded an unparalleled majesty that seemed to have created the world!
In front of the statue, a huge cauldron, entirely crimson and engraved with ancient witchcraft patterns, floats in the air, its interior churning with malevolent energy and radiating blood-red light!
Inside the cauldron, there were nine powerful demons of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, as well as a weak and forcibly sealed Great Luo Golden Immortal demon!
These are all sacrificial offerings that the Wu tribe has hunted and captured at any cost over the past half month!
"The time has come!"
Dijiang, the ancestral sorcerer, stood beneath the statue, his voice booming like a war drum, shaking heaven and earth!
The power of space surged around him, and the twelve Ancestral Witches (including the six who were still injured) surrounded the giant cauldron, their auras connected!
Millions of warriors of the Wu tribe knelt in densely packed places throughout their ancestral land, their eyes filled with piety and determination!
"With the blood of the demon race, I offer sacrifice to my father god!"
"With the soul of the Witch Clan, call upon my Father God!"
"We beseech the Father God to have mercy! Bestow blessings upon our bloodline! Activate our clan's bloodline! Protect our witch clan's lineage so that it may never perish!"
Dijiang's voice, filled with sorrow and prayer, resounded through the heavens!
He was the first to slit his wrist, and the golden blood of the Ancestral Witch poured into the blood-red cauldron like lava!
Zhu Jiuyin, Gonggong, Zhurong, Qiangliang, Xizi, Xuanming, Houtu, Jumang, Rushou, Tianwu, Shebishi... Eleven Ancestral Witches followed closely behind! Twelve golden rivers of blood converged into a torrent, surging into the giant cauldron!
boom--!
The crimson cauldron erupted with blinding blood light! The nine Taiyi Golden Immortal demons inside the cauldron were instantly crushed and refined by the torrent of essence blood!
The Great Luo Golden Immortal demon clan member let out a mournful wail, and was also swallowed and dissolved by the blood light!
The immense essence and blood energy, combined with the origin of the demon race and the essence and blood of the twelve ancestral witches, transformed into a strange power containing sacrifice and supplication, soaring into the sky and pouring into the million-foot-tall Pangu statue!
"Father God above! Protect my witch clan!"
Millions of warriors of the Wu tribe shouted in unison, their voices converging into a torrent of faith, surging madly toward the statue of Pangu!
The entire Buzhou Mountain was shaking violently! The evil energy pool was boiling! The Pangu Temple was shining brightly!
After absorbing a massive amount of essence, blood, offerings, and faith, the million-foot-tall Pangu statue's originally blurry stone face began to become clear!
An indescribable vitality, as if dormant for countless years, slowly awakened from within the statue!
The statue's eyes suddenly lit up! Two beams of chaotic divine light pierced through the void!
Immediately afterwards, a towering phantom, seemingly supporting the entire primordial world, slowly condensed above the statue of the god!
This phantom image is none other than Pangu!
His face was blurred, yet he exuded an unparalleled majesty that seemed to have created the world!
His gaze swept over the millions of kneeling witches below, over the dilapidated Pangu Temple, and over the distant direction of the Heavenly Mystery Palace...
Finally, his gaze fell upon the primordial world, filled with an indescribable longing and vicissitude, as if bidding farewell to the world he had created with his own hands.
"Father God!"
The ancestral witches, including Dijiang, trembled with excitement, tears welling in their eyes! Hundreds of millions of witches wept uncontrollably!
The phantom of Pangu remained silent, only gazing deeply at the primordial world before slowly dissipating, transforming into specks of chaotic light that fell and merged into the bodies of every member of the Wu clan!
A surge of emotion originating from the depths of their bloodline erupted within every member of the Wu clan!
Their blood was boiling!
Their bones are rumbling!
Their power is growing wildly! The previously weak aura of the Ancestral Witches is rising steadily!
The severely injured Zhu Jiuyin, Gonggong, Zhurong, and others are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye! Their auras are even far stronger than before!
Millions of warriors of the Witch Clan, regardless of their cultivation level, felt an unprecedented power surging within them! Their blood and qi flowed like dragons, and their murderous aura soared to the heavens!
The aura of the entire Witch Clan instantly surged several times over!
"The bloodline... has been activated! Father God... has blessed us!"
Zhu Rong felt the surging power within him and roared to the sky with a deafening roar!
Golden flames burned fiercely around him, even purer and more intense than before!
He felt that he was only one step away from the legendary Primordial Chaos Realm!
The direction of the sun.
Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Bai Ze harnessed the power of the Demon Court, tearing through space, and were less than a day's journey from Buzhou Mountain!
They clearly sensed the terrifying aura surging into the sky from the direction of Buzhou Mountain! They felt the earth-shattering pressure of Pangu's phantom appearing!
I also felt the crazy surge of the aura of the billions of beings in the Wu Clan!
"Pangu...manifestation?! Bloodline...activated?!"
Di Jun's face was ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and rage!
"Damn it! They succeeded!"
The Taiyi Chaos Golden Bell vibrated violently, and its chaotic aura surged!
"Bloodline activated... strength surges... this is troublesome!"
Bai Ze gripped his feather fan tightly, and for the first time, a look of seriousness and worry appeared in his wise eyes!
Although they were disappointed at not being able to stop the ritual in time, the three of them did not stop! Instead, they pushed their speed to the limit!
"Faster! Faster!"
Di Jun roared.
"They've just activated their bloodlines, their power isn't stable yet! Their cultivation level hasn't broken through! We must crush them while they're still unstable! We absolutely cannot give them time to digest and improve!"
"kill!"
Taiyi's eyes flashed with murderous intent!
"Full speed ahead!"
Bai Ze said in a deep voice!
Three streaks of light, like three world-destroying spears, recklessly pierced towards Mount Buzhou!
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.
Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor, sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, with the Jade Disc of Creation reflecting the scenery of Mount Buzhou.
He watched as the phantom of Pangu appeared and then disappeared, and as the aura of the Wu Clan surged. His usually calm face showed extremely subtle fluctuations.
"Pangu's will... has finally manifested... though it is only a wisp of remnant will..."
He muttered to himself, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.
“Bloodline activation… is nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst. With an unstable foundation and overdrawn potential… even if they gain temporary strength, they will not escape destruction. The Wu Clan… is ultimately just the embers of Pangu’s bloodline, and cannot cause any great waves.”
At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi Tianzun withdrew his gaze, a disdainful smile curving his lips.
"Pangu manifesting? It's just a death throes! Overdrawing one's bloodline to gain power, like a rootless duckweed! When the power is exhausted, the Wu Clan will be completely destroyed!"
Throughout the primordial world, the vast majority of powerful beings held a pessimistic view. They believed that the Wu Clan's actions were merely a last gasp and could not change the final outcome.
Only at the summit of Mount Sumeru.
Luo Hou (Yuan Feng)'s scarlet eyes gleamed with an unusual light.
"Pangu... you still can't let go of your bloodline after all? Bloodline activated... Heh, interesting! This show is getting more and more exciting!"
The Azure Lotus Boy stood to one side, his eyes also filled with anticipation.
"Demon Ancestor, the bloodline of the Witch Clan has been activated, and his strength has increased dramatically. I'm afraid the Demon Court will find it difficult to succeed easily."
"It's hard to say..."
Luo Hou's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
"Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Bai Ze are not easy opponents either."
And...would the Daoist of Heaven just sit idly by? The real show...has only just begun!
Buzhou Mountain is the ancestral home of Pangu.
The entire Wu clan was immersed in the immense joy of their bloodline activation and the excitement of their surging power!
Dijiang, Houtu, and other ancestral witches felt the surging power within their bodies, and their confidence greatly increased!
"Quick! Stabilize your strength! Familiarize yourself with your bloodline power! Prepare to face the enemy!"
Dijiang issued a stern order.
"The three giants of the Demon Court are almost here!"
"Hmph! Just in time!"
Zhu Rong was surrounded by towering golden flames, his fighting spirit boiling.
"Perfect, I'll use them to test my newfound power!"
This time, we will definitely avenge the loss of the Ten Thousand Mountains!
The warriors of the Wu tribe roared in unison, their murderous aura soaring to the heavens!
They seized every minute and second, familiarizing themselves with the surging power within their bodies, repairing the cracks in the temple, and preparing for the impending life-or-death battle!
Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Bai Ze pushed their speed to the limit! They were less than half a day's journey from Buzhou Mountain!
They could even clearly "see" the soaring malevolent aura of Mount Buzhou and the assembled figures of the Wu tribe warriors with their divine sense!
"It'll be soon! It'll be soon!"
A cold glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes.
"The Witch Clan! Your end has come!"
However, just as the three were about to enter the Buzhou Mountain area, less than a day's journey from the core of the Wu Clan's ancestral land (which they could reach in an instant at their speed)—
A sudden change has occurred!
The entire Buzhou Mountain began to shake violently without any warning!
This tremor was more violent than any before! It was as if the very foundations of the primordial world were shaking! The very backbone that supports heaven and earth was groaning!
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, terrifying will, seemingly originating from the very source of the primordial chaos, filled with sorrow, anger, and resentment, erupted from the depths of Buzhou Mountain!
This will is not the majesty of Pangu, but... the lament of the primordial world!
"What's going on?!"
Di Jun and the other two suddenly stopped, their expressions changing drastically!
The sheer terror of this will sent a chill down their spines!
"Mount Buzhou...is it angry?!"
Bai Ze cried out in shock!
"Oh no! Retreat quickly!"
The Taiyi Chaos Golden Bell vibrated violently, issuing a warning!
But it was too late!
Deep within Mount Buzhou, on the majestic mountain that supports heaven and earth, a massive crack that pierces through the heavens and earth spread out without warning!
From within the crack, endless chaotic air currents and destructive energy surged forth!
A terrifying suction force, powerful enough to make even a Primordial Golden Immortal tremble, erupted from the crack, instantly enveloping Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Bai Ze! (End of Chapter)