The Primordial Free-spirited Kunpeng

At the height of the great calamity

Hongmeng Emperor stood atop Mount Buzhou, his aura completely contained, and the Great Dao of the Primordial World could no longer detect his suppression.

Kunpeng looked at the twelve Ancestral Witches, and the descendants of Pangu began to merge and become one, which was completed with the help of the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos.

The wood path is bright, the fire path is melting, and the gold path is harvesting.

Gonggong governs the waterways, Houtu governs the earth, and the five ancestral witches are in charge of the Five Elements.

The five elements interact with each other, and the five ancestral witches are already innate Grand Luo level experts. Their great Daos collide and it is difficult for them to merge and become one.

The Ancestral Witch of Wind, Tianwu; the Ancestral Witch of Thunder, Qiangliang; the Ancestral Witch of Lightning; the Ancestral Witch of Poison, Shebishi; and the Ancestral Witch of Ice and Snow, Xuanming.

The difficulty of unifying the ten Great Daos is even greater than the fusion of the Five Elements, something the Twelve Ancestral Witches have never been able to achieve.

Moreover, there is space and time. The most powerful primordial Dao is terrifyingly powerful; mastering even one of them is enough to dominate the primordial world throughout history.

Limbs, internal organs, spine, and finally the head—a miniature version of the god Pangu emerges.

Kunpeng looked towards the source of the river of time, where the great god Pangu was even fairer, while the simplified version of Pangu before him was short and had dark skin.

The twelve ancestral witches were formed from the essence and blood of the great god Pangu. In addition to the essence of the great god Pangu, the turbid energy of creation also entered their bodies.

The imposing and majestic Pangu is vividly depicted.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were only at the Great Luo Realm, but by merging and unifying, they surpassed the Great Luo Realm and would definitely be at the Primordial Chaos Realm.

Hongmeng Huang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Pangu before him and said, "Alas, he has form but no spirit, not even a fraction as good as Pangu!"

Kunpeng, carrying the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag, secretly asked the Twelve Ancestral Witches, "Brothers, let's get started. The prehistoric world depends on you."

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The twelve Ancestral Witches united as one, their twelve wills merged, and their twelve voices spoke in unison: "Pangu's body is so powerful, but we haven't gotten used to it yet."

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Pangu's form reappeared in the primordial world, standing shoulder to shoulder with most of Buzhou Mountain, and was favored by all the fortunes.

Good fortune, faith, and merit from the heavens bestow upon one.

The physical body of the Primordial Creator appeared, and all the laws and powers bowed down, forcing back the approaching Primordial Purple Qi.

Kunpeng felt oppressed; Pangu's blood energy was like a heavenly blade, a dimensional reduction attack on the essence of life.

a moment

When the newly born Pangu fell, all twelve Ancestral Witches took control of his physical body, manipulating it in twelve different ways with a single thought.

Ripples in the void supported Pangu, the earth twisted on its own, and the myriad laws of nature transformed into countless arms to hold Pangu back.

With the wings of time flapping, Kunpeng attempted to leave the battlefield of Buzhou Mountain, but the surrounding spacetime was incredibly solid.

Space is uneven, time is uneven, and thus it becomes solid and indestructible.

Hongmeng patiently waited, saying, "No rush, I'll give you time to grow. It's a pity we couldn't defeat Pangu!"

Dijiang, Zhujiuyin's voice rang out: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, assist me."

Kunpeng stood on the void, his eyes flashing, and said, "Immortals are only responsible for pointing the way; you should not get too involved in your fighting."

Time Acceleration

'Spatial stability'

With the wings of time and space flapping, the ancestral witch Pangu stumbled, but quickly adapted under the baptism of time.

To imitate someone's walk in Handan is to stagger, walk, run, and jump.

The ancestral witch Pangu raised his hand to tear apart space and raised his foot to cut off the river of time. The twelve ancestral witches were eager to try.

suddenly

Spacetime shattered, and a giant banner hung in the sky, bathed in the chaotic energy of Pangu.

"Pangu, I'm here to help you."

The twelve ancestral witches transformed into Pangu, and the innate treasure was very excited, as it contained Pangu's most intense fighting spirit.

Kunpeng watched from the sidelines, while the Demon Refining Pot emanated a battle aura, the effects of the Great Calamity of Creation reaching the present day.

a moment

Mount Buzhou stood like a fighting arena, where two enormous gods and demons faced each other, as if at the beginning of creation.

"Pangu, long time no see. This time you've lost."

"Hongmeng Emperor, wake up! You are not the Chaos Demon God Hongmeng."

"That's enough, just venting my anger is enough. I've put up with you for too long, Pangu!"

boom

Hongmeng did not use any supernatural powers or activate any of his treasures; it was purely close-quarters combat.

Left hook, right hook, whip kick.

Mount Buzhou was vast, and the twelve ancestral witches, including Pangu, roared in fury, but they couldn't withstand more than three moves!

Sweeped down by a whip kick, the ancestral witch Pangu fell to the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain, coughing up blood, and twelve kinds of blood stained the mountain.

The Pangu Banner slipped from his grasp, the innate treasure bending as it barely managed to absorb the terrifying force, and he grumbled, "Ancestral Witches, wake up! This is the Primordial Chaos!"

The Ancestral God Pangu got up. Apart from the power of his physical body, he could not use his supernatural powers. He said with slight resentment, "Hmph, even without supernatural powers and magic, Father God Pangu is still invincible."

Hongmeng strolled over leisurely, his aura still restrained, and said, "Invincibility is a result. You can only say you are invincible when you defeat your opponent. Being stubborn is useless."

Ding ding ding

The ancestral witch Pangu clenched his fist, adopting a strange fighting stance, unleashing his fighting instincts along the way.

The surging essence and blood, with twelve colors merging, ultimately present a blood-red color.

Flawless Crimson Blood

They exchanged blows, neither of them defending themselves; it was pure mutual beating.

Kunpeng tossed out the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag, and the Demon Master frowned slightly, saying, "That's it? Pangu and Hongmeng's moves are truly unique!"

Punch Punch

The white bones were clearly visible, but no one retreated; the blood was mingled with crimson.

The ancestral god Pangu barely managed to put up a fight; at best, it was just a challenge, and his defeat was only a matter of time.

The supreme innate spiritual treasure wailed as the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag was shattered by Hong Meng, while the proud spiritual treasure remained silent.

When the ancestral god Pangu could not win

Kunpeng approached the half-asleep, half-awake Sanqing, and Hongmeng Purple Qi attempted to merge the three, but Sanqing strongly resisted the unification.

The Three Pure Ones were originally one, but they chose to separate, representing the divine will of Pangu.

The fragments of Pangu's three souls and seven spirits form the foundation, which is already the highest level in the primordial world, and even the Nine Heavens can only compare.

Pure Qi, the divine will of Pangu, and terrifying Great Dao merit.

Although they were all transformed from Pangu, all living beings are not treated equally; the Three Pure Ones are of noble birth.

"Three Pure Ones, wake up! The moment that will decide the fate of the primordial world has arrived."

Taiqing was the first to wake up. After understanding the situation, he said, "We brothers will not unite; we are different individuals."

Yuanshi and Tongtian awoke simultaneously, and the two brothers sighed, "Pangu's physical body is sufficient to win; there's no need for his divine will or soul to enter his body!"

After speaking

The ancestral witch Pangu was destroyed, the twelve ancestral witches turned into blood mist, and the strongest physique was crushed.

Flesh and blood regenerate, severed limbs regenerate, blood drips bring new life, a single thought brings rebirth, another's thought brings rebirth...

As Kunpeng continuously reassembled his physical body, he discerned some hidden secrets and said, "The Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't cooperate well; otherwise, this Pangu body could have challenged the True Saint of the Heavenly Dao."

Even as the Hongmeng Emperor suppressed the Ancestral Witch Pangu, he remained calm and said, "You are wrong. Pangu is not immutable. The fusion of the twelve Ancestral Witches is the physical body of the former Pangu."

"Even if Pangu's former physique is restored, the Ancestral Witches have not fully developed it and cannot exert their full power."

The ancestral god Pangu had form but no spirit.

The Three Pure Ones merged into one, transforming into Pangu, who was "divine but formless."

Only by combining both [spirit and form] can one fight against the Primordial Emperor, and there is also the most important law.

suddenly

Ding ding ding

The bell tolls melodiously, its sound resonating through the ages, stirring the primordial chaos.

Kunpeng looked at the newcomer and said without surprise, "There's another expert?"

The great bell resounded, releasing the power of time, and surrounded by the laws of space. Countless chaotic gods emerged, accompanied by countless chaotic divine beasts, and the imprints of three thousand innate spiritual treasures were revealed.

A large, indistinct bell descended, its pure chaotic laws pressing down, causing the Hongmeng Imperial Capital to stagger.

The sun god Taiyi stands atop the great bell, with the marks of the Sun Star, the Moon Star, and the Purple Star on the bell's surface.

Blessed by heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, flowers, trees, birds, beasts, insects and fish.

Pangu Banner exclaimed joyfully, "Chaos Bell, you've finally arrived!"

Encountering a Primordial Treasure

Kunpeng quickly noticed the Chaos Bell's remarkable chatter.

"Is the North Sea cold?"

"Let's move to the South China Sea and enjoy the comfort!"

"Brother, let me tell you..."

(End of this chapter)