Primordial Era: Refusing Hongjun's path to sainthood, I attained the Dao of Hunyuan.

Chapter 129 Suppression

"What a powerful physical body!" Xuanhuang exclaimed, looking at Pangu's true form.

In reality, at his level, especially for someone who has comprehended the Five Great Daos, mastered various Great Daos, manipulated space and time, and evolved all laws, the size of his physical body has become largely irrelevant.

In other words, although he appears to be smaller than Pangu's true form, he could actually be larger than Pangu's true form.

The only difference lies in how he influences spacetime and changes his own body.

Even so, Xuanhuang still sighed and admitted that, in terms of physical strength alone, Pangu's true form was much stronger than his own.

To be precise, Xuanhuang wasn't particularly skilled in this area; his cultivation path had little to do with the physical body.

Throughout the entire prehistoric world, apart from a very few powerful beings, only the Wu Clan specializes in physical cultivation.

Besides, which great being, including a sage, doesn't primarily cultivate their primordial spirit?

Xuanhuang is no exception.

He also relies on his primordial spirit. As long as his primordial spirit is intact, even if his physical body is shattered, he can rebuild it at will without affecting his strength.

But the Wu tribe is different. Their core cultivation focuses on the physical body, and they have developed countless incredible magical powers.

The physical body is also almost ever-changing, with various forms of immortality, and its difficulty in dealing with it is, frankly, no less than that of the primordial spirit of immortals.

Without this ability, the Wu tribe would not be able to contend with the demon tribe.

Therefore, in terms of physical body, Xuanhuang is indeed inferior to the Wu Clan, let alone the current Pangu True Body.

The twelve ancestral witches are separated, and the physical body of each ancestral witch is stronger than that of the others.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, after all, were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, so it is only natural that they possess such special abilities.

However, whether it is the physical body or the primordial spirit, they are ultimately just different paths to the Dao and different forms of existence.

In truth, Xuanhuang sees no difference between the two.

The primordial spirit can transform into a physical body, and the physical body may also transform into a primordial spirit.

His physical body cannot compare to that of the Ancestral Witches, but his primordial spirit is enough to crush everything.

Just like the Three Pure Ones, they were also transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, but Xuanhuang's current primordial spirit has already surpassed theirs.

It is even stronger than the primordial spirit they inherited from Pangu.

They surpassed them.

Conversely, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, whose physical bodies were far inferior to those of the Three Pure Ones, were naturally no match for Xuanhuang.

However, Xuanhuang did develop some interest in their physical bodies. He was currently comprehending the Five Elements Dao.

This involves many changes related to energy, physical form, and consciousness.

In other words, if Xuanhuang wants to fully comprehend the Five Elements, he will most likely need to make up for his shortcomings in the physical body.

Of course, that's not necessarily true. But giving it a try and studying the physical aspects will definitely yield significant benefits.

However, Xuanhuang casually struck, neutralizing the attack of Pangu's true form and even injuring it.

His own unharmed state shocked the powerful figures and saints watching the battle.

In the Eight Views Palace on Shouyang Mountain, Laozi frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "Is the method of reverse proof really so much stronger than achieving sainthood through merit?"

It turned out that, despite being confident that they could easily withstand the punch thrown by Pangu's true form, the Sages were actually facing a similar situation.

However, compared to Xuanhuang, it still feels inferior.

This also secretly inspired all the sages to strive to catch up, and they tried every means to further improve their strength.

I don't expect to be invincible, but I can't be too far behind the others, right?

"roar!"

At this moment, Pangu's true form roared again, and a powerful devouring force suddenly erupted from his palm.

At the same time, boundless malevolent energy from heaven and earth surged forth, gradually condensing into a gigantic axe in his palm.

The Axe that Opens the Heavens.

As soon as the axe was formed, its terrifying sharpness was unleashed, and the surrounding void collapsed piece by piece, turning into nothingness.

The raging earth, water, fire, and wind also ignited everywhere, as if to return the world to chaos.

The aura of Pangu's true form was now much more violent than before.

"BOOM!!"

Once the Heaven-Opening Axe was completed, Pangu's true form did not hesitate to cleave towards Xuanhuang with it. This axe strike was even more powerful.

However, in Xuanhuang's eyes, although this axe blow was more powerful, its Daoist charm was inferior to that of the punch just now.

While it is powerful, the precision with which it controls that power is reduced.

Moreover, this enhanced power is not much for Xuanhuang.

He still struck out with his staff.

Facing the axe that splits the heavens.

"Bang!"

The result was as expected: the Heaven-Opening Axe was destroyed with a single blow. Moreover, this time Xuanhuang did not stop.

After the bamboo staff ignited the Heaven-Opening Axe, it struck again at the true form of Pangu.

The true form of Pangu was smashed onto the sea of ​​blood, but at this moment, the sea of ​​blood was protected by the power of Xuanhuang.

Even though Pangu's true form overturned, it didn't have much impact on the sea of ​​blood.

Pangu's true form tried to stand up again, but Xuanhuang stabbed it several more times, and Pangu's true form was finally broken.

Waves of malevolent energy howled and returned in all directions.

The twelve Ancestral Witches, weakened and scattered, fell out one by one, looking at Xuanhuang with fear on their faces.

"Without achieving the Primordial Chaos, merely possessing the true form of Pangu, how could you possibly contend with me?"

Looking at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Xuanhuang shook his head and said, "You dare to fight me, very good. I will not kill you, but suppress you in the East Sea for ten thousand years."

As he spoke, Xuanhuang tapped his bamboo staff lightly, and a golden light emanated from it, which then rapidly expanded.

One by one, the Ancestral Witches roared, trying to avoid it.

But they were instantly enveloped by this light, the dazzling golden light enveloping the eleven Ancestral Witches and sending them flying towards the East Sea.

Upon falling into the East China Sea, it transformed into an incredibly sturdy barrier.

It is not the Primordial Chaos, yet no matter how great one's skill, it cannot be broken.

As for why there are eleven ancestral witches, it is because Houtu, the ancestral witch of earth, was left behind by Xuanhuang.

They were not sent to the East China Sea to be suppressed.

Xuanhuang withdrew the power protecting the sea of ​​blood, and then Tu looked around blankly. Although he didn't know why he was the only one left behind, he could only sigh and transform into a woman in a yellow palace dress.

She had lost the fierce and malevolent aura of an ancestral witch, and instead possessed a gentle and refined air. However, even so, Xuanhuang would not regard her as some naive and innocent girl.

Each of the twelve Ancestral Witches has the blood of countless lives on their hands. These Ancestral Witches, born warlike, are not kind at all.

After all, the kind-hearted one is Houtu Niangniang, who has been reincarnated, but has nothing to do with the ancestral witch Houtu in front of us.

"The Styx River pays homage to the Heavenly Venerable."

At this moment, the great battle ceased, the barrier was removed, and Styx hurriedly led several Asura Kings out to pay their respects to Xuanhuang.

"Thank you for saving me, Heavenly Venerable. Please come into my temple for a chat." Where was the overwhelming resentment and murderous intent that Styx had when he established the Asura Cult?

Having witnessed firsthand the futile attempt of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to break through the Great Wall, with eleven of them even being suppressed in the East Sea, he understood the meaning of "a wise man submits to circumstances."

Xuanhuang looked at Houtu, then at the Styx River, and nodded, saying, "Very well, I have come here for you."

Having said that, guided by the Styx River, Xuanhuang entered the Sea of ​​Blood, and Houtu, seeing this, had no choice but to follow.

(End of this chapter)