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The atmosphere at Buzhou Mountain has been rather frighteningly oppressive in recent years.

It wasn't because of foreign invasion, nor because of a lack of food. It was purely because of the Queen Mother of the West's belly.

This pregnancy lasted for three whole years.

Nezha only gave birth after three years of pregnancy, but the Queen Mother of the West is a near-saintly being, and she's carrying a child with perfect Pangu bloodline, so it's normal for her pregnancy to take longer. The problem is, the commotion is getting bigger every day.

Outside the Pangu Hall.

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, pacing around the door like a donkey pulling a millstone. His folding fan, which he always carried with him, was nowhere to be found, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Hey thirteenth brother, could you please stop spinning?"

Zhu Rong squatted on the steps, clutching a handful of red copper ore used for refining weapons. He kneaded it like clay, making it round and flat. "You're making my eyes dizzy. My sister-in-law is a quasi-saint, what could possibly go wrong with giving birth? Could she have a difficult delivery?"

"Fifth Brother, you don't understand." Lin Xuan stopped and glared at Zhu Rong. "This is my first child, and also the first descendant of our Wu Clan to have a primordial spirit. How can I not be anxious? System... cough, the celestial secret indicates it's today."

In truth, Lin Xuan wasn't entirely confident either.

The system said this child has extraordinary talent, but it didn't say whether he would blow up Mount Buzhou when he was born.

"Don't make a sound."

Zhu Jiuyin, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and two beams of divine light shot straight into the sky. "Here it comes."

The voice just fell.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deep, muffled roar came not from the sky, but from underground, from the depths of Mount Buzhou.

Immediately afterwards, an aura so vast that it made one want to kneel down suddenly erupted from the Pangu Palace.

This scent is so familiar.

The twelve Ancestral Witches trembled and stood up in unison, their eyes instantly turning red.

This is the breath of the Father God!

Above the Pangu Palace, the once clear sky was instantly obscured by endless chaotic currents. Within that chaos, an enormous figure slowly rose.

The figure's face was obscured, but he was holding an axe in his hand, making a chopping motion.

The creation of heaven and earth!

"Holy crap..."

Lin Xuan tilted his head back, his mouth agape, "Isn't this a bit too much of a show?"

This isn't childbirth, it's practically the scene of Pangu resurrecting!

The spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles seemed to have gone mad, forming a giant funnel and frantically pouring into the Pangu Palace.

Not only that.

Golden lotuses began to emerge from the earth, and petals rained down from the sky. Purple aura traveling 30,000 miles eastward was the standard, but now the purple aura completely enveloped the entire Buzhou Mountain.

……

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

The Jade Ruyi, which was being used as a prop to preach to his disciples, fell to the ground with a "thud".

He didn't bother to pick them up; he rushed out of the main hall and stared intently in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

"This aura...Father God Pangu?!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's face was trembling.

The oppressive feeling deep within his blood made even this Saint-in-training candidate feel his calves cramp.

"Impossible! Father God has already transformed into all things, how could he possibly reappear?" Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with jealousy and terror. "It's the Witch Clan! What on earth have those barbarians done?"

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace.

Lao Tzu was refining elixirs when the fire in the furnace suddenly went out.

Ignoring the ruined Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, he mounted the green ox and flew into the air, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"The variable...it's that same variable again."

Lao Tzu did some calculations with his fingers, but what he found was utter chaos, and his fingers even suffered a painful backlash.

"This aura, though powerful, carries a sense of new life." Laozi took a deep breath, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Could it be... that the Witch Clan has truly broken the limitations of the Heavenly Dao and given birth to descendants possessing primordial spirits?"

If it's true, then the heavens of this primordial world are likely to change.

……

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Demon Court.

Di Jun sat on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He could sense that with the appearance of that Pangu phantom, the fortune of the demon race was trembling violently, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

"Big brother!"

Taiyi rushed in, carrying the Chaos Bell. "Something's happened at Buzhou Mountain! The commotion is terrifying. Are the Twelve Ancestral Witches setting up some forbidden formation?"

"It's not a formation."

Di Jun's face was grim as he forced out a few words through gritted teeth, "It's about having children."

"Giving birth?" Taiyi was stunned. "Giving birth can cause this much noise? Even when we brothers were born, it wasn't this dramatic!"

"That's Lin Xuan and the Queen Mother of the West's child." Di Jun crushed the wine cup in his hand into powder. "We must stop them! If this child is born, the Witch Clan will have a primordial spirit, and our Demon Clan will truly have no way to survive!"

"Then I'll lead my troops to wipe them out right now!" Taiyi turned to leave.

"stop!"

Di Jun stopped Tai Yi, "Are you going to your death now? The Twelve Ancestral Witches are all guarding there. The Pangu Palace is unparalleled in its defenses. Going there will only be a waste of your time."

Di Jun stood up and paced back and forth in the main hall, his eyes growing increasingly vicious.

"This is a crucial moment for the Queen Mother of the West to give birth, and it's also the time when the ancestral witches are most distraught. They must be focusing all their attention on the child."

"We need a sharp knife, a sharp knife that can be slipped in stealthily."

Di Jun stopped and turned to look at the black-robed old man in the corner who was shrinking his neck and pretending not to exist.

"Demon Master".

Kunpeng shuddered, raised his head with a bitter expression, and said, "Your Majesty, I am here."

"You excel at speed and stealth." Di Jun took out a black bead that exuded an aura of destruction. "With this 'Boundary-Breaking Bead,' lead three hundred demon god guards through the void rift and bypass the Ancestral Witches' defenses."

"Take advantage of the moment when the laws of heaven and earth are in chaos at the birth of the child, and rush into the Pangu Palace."

Di Jun made a throat-slitting gesture, "Send that bastard child and the Queen Mother of the West on their way!"

Kunpeng looked at the bead and cursed Dijun's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

Is this something a human being would do?

A sneak attack on Pangu Palace? That's the lair of those twelve madmen!

But seeing the Chaos Bell that Taiyi had already raised in his hand, Kunpeng swallowed hard and reluctantly accepted the bead.

"Your subject...accepts the decree."

Kunpeng was thinking: I'll just take a quick look around, and if things don't look good, I'll be the first to run.