125: Chapter 125 Jiang Chen Descends Upon the World, Nuwa Accompanying Him

Central Great Wilderness, Mount Buzhou.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones stood quietly at the peak, looking down at the vast, boundless Pangu Clan army—tens of billions strong, arrayed in formation, their momentum like an abyss, surging into the nine heavens. Witnessing this scene, everyone felt a surge of soaring ambition. After six great kalpas of accumulation and expansion, the Pangu Clan was no longer what it once was; the number of clansmen had skyrocketed from less than ten million to over ten billion.

Among them, there were five thousand Hunyuan Golden Immortals, and the number of Great Luo Golden Immortals was as high as thirty million!

Five thousand Hunyuan, thirty million Great Luo! Such terrifying combat power, looking across the Primordial World, none could surpass it; it was truly the number one clan!

Even the Eastern Celestial Court had only one thousand two hundred Quasi-Saints, and the Great Luo Golden Immortals had not yet broken the ten million mark.

At the forefront of the army, the twelve Great Witches, including Xing Tian, Hou Yi, and Chi You, stood proudly. Even the one with the lowest cultivation had reached the Ninth Heaven of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm; Xing Tian had even stepped into the realm of "Half-step Hunyuan Daluo," his combat power unrivaled among his peers.

Ten billion Pangu clansmen gathered in one place, their baleful aura piercing the sky, condensing into substance. The firmament lowered, dark clouds rolled, and the world seemed to fall into eternal night.

Fierce winds howled, and dull thunder rolled from the depths of the nine heavens, shaking the universe.

"Boom—"

"Wail—"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Pangu ancestral land was extremely oppressive, as if a volcano were about to erupt.

At the mountain peak, Di Jiang stood at the very front, clad in heavy armor as black as ink, with a massive cloak flapping behind his shoulders. The fierce wind whipped his dark golden hair and cloak, tossing them endlessly in the air, resembling a war god descending upon the world, an air of unruliness rushing forward.

Zhu Jiuyin, Gong Gong, Zhu Rong, Houtu, and the other eleven Ancestral Witches were all clad in battle armor, their might intimidating. Above their heads, phantom images of demon gods emerged, roaring, their voices shaking the void.

The Three Pure Ones were also no ordinary beings; they wore Heavenly Venerable robes condensed from the fortune of the Pangu Clan, every movement carrying the might of the Great Dao, shaking the eight wildernesses.

These were the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the three Great Heavenly Venerables of the Pangu Clan—all had attained the Hunyuan Dao, their strength unfathomable, enough to shake the laws of heaven and earth.

Di Jiang's gaze was like lightning, sweeping over the army below, his voice loud and clear, filled with supreme heroism: "One kalpa ago, we followed the Patriarch deep into the Eternal Chaos, using force to break the Dao, opening the sky to attain the Dao! Today, all have achieved the Hunyuan Fruit Status!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole scene boiled over. The twelve Great Witches like Xing Tian could not suppress their excitement and roared at the sky.

"Congratulations to all the Lords for attaining the Hunyuan Dao!"

Billions of voices spoke in unison, resounding through the clouds, causing the world to tremble and the mountains and rivers to nearly collapse.

Di Jiang nodded slightly, then his tone darkened, and he said coldly: "However, the Patriarch once said: The day we attain the Dao is the day my Pangu Clan returns to the Primordial World!"

"Perhaps the myriad spirits have forgotten our clan's prestige, thinking that my Pangu Clan only knows how to cower in Mount Buzhou. Even when the war of the myriad clans broke out and the Six Saints appeared to compete, our clan did not make a sound... Thus, insults arose everywhere, slander ran rampant, saying our clan was cowardly, incompetent, and vulnerable!"

"My sons!" Di Jiang raised his head abruptly, cold light shooting from his eyes, "Tell me, what should be done?"

His voice was like thunder, wrapped in anger and murderous intent, chilling to the bone.

"Kill!! Let them know what price they must pay for daring to insult my Pangu Clan!" Xing Tian raised his giant axe and roared hoarsely.

"Kill!!!"

Hou Yi drew his bow and pointed it at the sky, Chi You stomped the ground, cracking the stone, and the Great Witches roared in unison, their killing intent piercing the nine heavens.

"Kill!!!"

Ten billion clansmen roared in anger simultaneously, the sound waves sweeping across the wilderness, shattering mountains and rivers, causing stars to fall. Everyone's eyes were filled with blood, their hearts burning with rage.

"In the past, the Patriarch slaughtered all beings in the Primordial World; today, we shall continue his will!" Di Jiang stepped forward, and a pitch-black war spear suddenly appeared in his hand—this was his extreme weapon, named the "Space Spear." Since he attained the Dao, this spear had also advanced into a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, its entire body exhaling the power of the void!

"Kill—!"

Gong Gong roared, Zhu Rong burned the sky, and the Three Pure Ones also sacrificed their Dao-attainment treasures simultaneously. One by one, the divine weapons bloomed with boundless brilliance, tearing through the void, disrupting yin and yang, causing the universe to overturn.

Hum—

The void shook, and a simple, unadorned space gate opened quietly. Jiang Chen walked out slowly, carrying Nuwa.

"Greetings, Patriarch! Greetings, Matriarch!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones knelt on one knee, shouting in unison.

The ten billion Pangu clansmen also prostrated, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth: "Greetings, Patriarch! Greetings, Matriarch!"

Jiang Chen and Nuwa stood at the peak of the firmament, looking down at all living beings. Jiang Chen nodded slightly and spoke indifferently: "Six kalpas of dormancy are enough. It is time for you to return to the Primordial World."

"Do not show mercy." He said in a calm tone, yet every word was like a knife, "In this cold and ruthless world, only power is the only truth."

"Go, fight freely, kill to your heart's content. With me guarding the rear, you only need to move forward and flatten all obstacles."

Though his words were light, they were like fire landing on oil, instantly igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of all Pangu clansmen.

Within the Pangu Clan, Jiang Chen was the only master; it could even be said that in the hearts of the clansmen, his majesty had surpassed that of the Father God Pangu, who gave birth to all things!

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Countless Pangu clansmen roared at the sky, the wild blood in their bodies surging, violent auras rising into the sky, as if to tear the firmament apart.

Di Jiang stood up abruptly, his space spear cutting through the void, his voice like thunder: "Our clan's primary target—the Celestial Court! My sons, follow me and kill through the South Heaven Gate!!"

Boom—

In an instant, the earth cracked, and air waves swept across the wilderness. The Pangu army set off mightily, stepping on the sea of clouds, following the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones, departing from Mount Buzhou, heading straight for the Eastern Primordial World.

Wherever they went, black clouds pressed down, the universe trembled, billions of creatures prostrated in fear, and the world changed color.

Jiang Chen and Nuwa stood above the nine heavens, quietly watching this iron-blooded army moving away, the fierce momentum rushing towards them, actually causing the sun and moon to lose color and the mountains and rivers to moan.

"This world... is about to be in chaos again." Nuwa sighed softly, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes.

Jiang Chen sneered: "This turmoil is not what I wish for, but something pushed by the Heavenly Dao itself."

"Heavenly Dao? What do you mean by that?" Nuwa frowned slightly.

"It can't wait. After the Underworld appeared, my power has been rising every moment. Now that the Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones have all attained the Dao, if it remains idle, by the time the human race rises in the next epoch, it will have no chance to turn the tables!"

"In the final analysis, it just wants to provoke a war between the Primordial Myriad Clans and my Pangu lineage to contain me."

"Then how do you plan to respond?" Nuwa stared at him and asked in a low voice.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, cold light flashing: "Since it wants to play, I will accompany it to the end. So what if it is the era of the Saints? As long as I wish, I can destroy them with a wave of my hand."

"It's just that... the prey must be fattened before slaughtering, otherwise the blood won't be hot enough, and the meat won't be delicious."

Under the vast horizon, an army exuding an ancient, wild aura stepped out from Mount Buzhou, their momentum like a rainbow, each step like thunder. With every step forward, the world shook violently, as if the universe were newly opened and chaos had returned.

Around the army, three thousand war drums stood tall, with a Hunyuan Golden Immortal standing in front of each drum, waving giant hammers, hitting them with all their might.