Chapter 22: Divine Thunder Shatters the Formation, Emperor Jun Falls

  The four of them gazed far away at the true body of Pangu standing upright in space, their faces pale with shock. Xihe even cried out in a shrill voice, "How can this be? Hou Tu is no longer here, how can they condense the true body of Pangu?"

  Di Jun's face turned iron-blue as he said, "Now is not the time to investigate the reason. The Zhou Tian Star Array has already found it difficult to trap the Wu clan and their followers. Let us prepare for a decisive battle with the Wu clan after the array breaks!"

  As soon as the words fell, Pan Gu's true body let out a loud roar, his hands grasped, and a ball of lightning in chaotic colors condensed in his hand. Di Jun and others exclaimed: "The Chaotic Heaven God Thunder!"

  This chaotic sky god thunder is a divine power created by Pangu, capable of opening up the chaos and being the first of all thunders. Although the Sky God Thunder in Zhu Jiuyin's hand was controlled by Pangu's true body, it couldn't compare to one-tenth of what Pangu himself used, but it was more than enough to break open the Zhou Tian Star Big Array.

  After a loud rumble, the Big Dipper Array was instantly broken, and the star power inside the array immediately went into chaos. The airflow surged out, carrying the power of destroying heaven and earth, and annihilated countless warriors of the two tribes of witches and demons wherever it passed. The sky and earth were cleared!

  When the airflow calmed down, everyone looked up and saw that at this time, Zhu Jiuyin had already scattered Pan Gu's true body, lying weakly in Jumu's arms, with no blood color on his face. The ancestors were shocked and rushed to his side.

  Zhuanjiu Yin coughed weakly several times, gasped for a few breaths, and then said to the crowd: "I have been operating the Pan Gu true body with great effort, but now I am exhausted and will soon return to the earth. However, after billions of years of companionship between siblings, it's somewhat hard to part ways!"

  Everyone looked at Candle Nine's dull and lifeless eyes, feeling a great pain in their hearts, and tears fell!

  A gentle breeze blew by, and Candle Nine Yin smiled faintly as he looked at the crowd: "This life is fortunate to have all of you brothers and sisters as companions!" His body then gradually dissipated, turning into a wisp of ash that drifted away with the wind, leaving no trace behind!

  The Wu tribe's children were heartbroken, Zhu Rong's tears flowed freely, and with a wave of the fire god halberd in his hand, he shouted loudly: "Zhú Jiǔ Yīn big brother, may you have a good journey!" The Wu tribe's children heard this and loudly shouted in unison: "Ancestor Wu, may you have a good journey! Ancestor Wu, may you have a good journey! Ancestor Wu, may you have a good journey!" The sound shook the clouds, and on this cruel battlefield, it seemed so mournful, so desolate, and so moving.

  Zhurong held the Fire God's spear high and shouted, "Kill!" He immediately led the charge towards the demon tribe. The witch tribe disciples also followed suit, shouting, "Kill! Kill! Kill!" as they charged towards the nearby demons with their weapons drawn. Another chaotic battle had begun!

  Zhurong's spear struck out, and a stream of true fire shot towards Donghuang Taiyi, the heat was scorching, and the space it passed through seemed to be melting away!

  Dong Huang Ta Yi let out a cold snort, and the Hunyuan Bell above his head hung down strands of Hunyuan Qi to tightly protect him. No matter how fiercely the Wuming True Fire burned, it couldn't get close by even a hair's breadth, let alone cause him any harm!

  Zhurong's great anger was unabated, and with one rod of the Fire God Spear, he fiercely smashed against the Hunyuan Bell. However, the Hunyuan Bell lived up to its reputation as a pre-heavenly treasure, and no matter how much strength Zhurong used, the bell remained firmly suspended above the head of Donghuang Taiyi.

  On the other side, Jin Zuwu saw the situation and came over with a golden divine spear in hand. He stabbed the Chaos Bell with one spear, but still couldn't shake it.

  The Eastern Emperor Taiyi laughed loudly and said: "Even if your divine powers are infinite, you can't defeat me with my Chaos Bell!"

  He was furious upon hearing the words, let out a loud roar, and revealed his true form as the ancestral shaman of gold. He stood at over 10 million feet tall, with a body covered in golden scales, a human face, and the body of a tiger. On his back were two wings, and on his left ear was a golden snake piercing through it. His feet stepped on two golden dragons. He shouted: "I am Muxu! The ancestral shaman of gold, Muxu!" Suddenly, the spiritual energy filled with golden elements in the air rushed towards him frantically. With a wave of his hand, he instantly condensed those golden spiritual energies into a long golden spear that was over 10,000 feet long, coiled by a golden snake, and a sharp aura of golden energy burst forth.

  The Eastern Emperor's brow furrowed deeply, then immediately relaxed, followed by a series of cold laughs. Hmph! I don't believe you can break open my Chaos Bell.

  A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he threw the Golden Spear at the Chaos Bell. In an instant, it vanished from everyone's sight, only to reappear on the surface of the bell with a deafening crash. The Chaos Bell shook violently, and the chaotic aura surrounding Dong Huang Tai Yi became disordered, but still failed to break through the bell's defenses.

  Although that's the case, it still shocked Dong Huang Tai Yi greatly. Since he obtained the Hunyuan Bell, he had never been shaken before. Now, although it hadn't been shattered or broken open, it was still being shaken by him, how could he not be surprised? In his heart, Dong Huang Tai Yi sighed helplessly: "Until today, I still haven't refined it completely, I reckon that this Hunyuan Bell can only be fully refined by a Hunyuan Saint!"

  He collected his thoughts, no longer daring to be contemptuous, and a blood-red treasured sword appeared in his hand. The sword was shrouded in a bloody aura, emitting an ominous energy that made even the ancestral witches from afar feel threatened by some kind of palpable dread.

  Zhurong furrowed his brow and asked: "Dong Huang Tai Yi, what sword is this?"

  Dong Huang Taiyi smiled with satisfaction: "This is the butcher sword that I forged from the essence of billions of people, refined with the copper of the First Mountain. This sword was specifically created to slaughter your witch tribe, and even if your physical body is strong, you will still be reduced to ashes under its blade."

  The ancestors of the Wu were greatly shocked! They did not suspect the authenticity of Dong Huang Taiyi's words, they already knew from the breath emanating from the sword that this sword could indeed harm the ancestors, so each face was solemn.

  "Alright! I understand now why you, Dong Huang Tai Yi, dared to risk offending the sacred ones and slaughter the human tribe last time. It was to gather the essence of billions of humans to forge this sword to deal with my Wu Tribe. You've gone to great lengths, haven't you?"

  Dong Huang Taiyi didn't respond with a yes or no, the last time was to slaughter people, as for this slaughtering witch sword, it was just coincidentally discovered, he naturally wouldn't tell the truth to Zu Wu.

  Dong Huang Taizi held the Hunyuan Bell on his head, grasping the Tufu Sword in his hand and charging towards Zhurong. His sword danced with blood energy, every slash tearing through space, leaving Zhurong gasping for breath.

  Ji Jiang and Di Jiang simultaneously flew up to surround and attack Dong Huang Tai Yi. What a demonic emperor! Under the siege of three ancestral witches, he was not afraid in the slightest, still effortlessly entwining the three of them, rendering their divine powers useless against him. Wherever the Butcher Witch Sword passed, the three could only helplessly dodge, feeling stifled and frustrated. They thought to themselves that as ancestral witches who had controlled the vast lands of Hong Huang for countless years, when had they ever been in a situation where three people surrounded one person yet failed to defeat them after a prolonged attack?

  On this side, the four of them fought fiercely, while on that side, Emperor Jun and his three companions were not doing well. Seven ancestral witches besieged the three of them. Although they had the protection of the Hetu Luoshu, Emperor Jun's injuries had not yet healed, making it difficult for him to manipulate the Hetu Luoshu. Fuxi continuously plucked the strings of his zither, and sword energy shot out from the strings, turning any careless witch tribe disciples into dust.

  The seven ancestral witches were furious, and they all attacked Fuxi together. However, Xī also manipulated the hairpin in her hand from time to time, making sneak attacks, and if she was slightly careless, she would be injured by the hairpin, which made the seven ancestral witches even more determined to attack the three people with all their might.

  But at this moment, a shrill cry came from the other side, and everyone was shocked. Turning back to look, they saw Zhu Rong weakly falling into Emperor Jiang's arms, with a large blood hole in his chest that was gushing out fresh blood. The blood had already dried up, and a purple flame suddenly burst forth on Zhu Rong's body, turning into a pile of sand dust that fell from Emperor Jiang's hands and scattered in the air.

  At this moment, all the ancestors of the Wu family were shocked and stared at Dong Huang Taiyi with red eyes. Qiang Liang said coldly: "Dong Huang Taiyi, you dare to kill my brother!"

  At this time, Dong Huang Ta Yi's mouth was overflowing with blood. He had just used his powerful magic to take advantage of Zhu Rong's unpreparedness and kill him. Now he could no longer suppress his old wounds. He coldly snorted: "Today it's either you die or I perish, what's the difference if I kill you?"

  Qiang Liang heard the words and burst into crazy laughter: "Haha, good! You're right, today is either your death or mine. Do you think that with the help of the Hunyuan Bell, we can't do anything to you? Today, I'll let you know what a true ancestor witch is!"

  He turned back to glance at the remaining ancestral witches, smiled wretchedly and said: "Fellow brothers and sisters, take care!" As soon as he finished speaking, before everyone could react, he charged towards Dong Huang Tai Yi. With a loud crash, his head smashed into the Hun Dun Bell, and blood rained down from the sky. Dong Huang Tai Yi was blown away by the powerful self-explosion for millions of miles, while his face had turned deathly pale!

  Everyone was shocked! Who would have thought that Qiang Liang would actually self-destruct to bring down the Chaos Bell on Dong Huang Taiyi's head. The remaining Zu Wu was in unbearable pain, Xuan Ming let out a mournful howl, desolate and distant, she glared at Dong Huang Taiyi with hatred, and without looking back, charged towards him.

  After a loud explosion, Emperor Jun was seen lying limp in Xihe's arms, with Xihe calling out to him softly with tears streaming down her face. Emperor Jun struggled to open his eyes and gazed at Xihe with infinite tenderness: "Xihe, I'm so useless, I couldn't even protect our child... I don't deserve to be the Heavenly Emperor or your husband! Now I'll go see our children... I hope they can forgive this useless father of theirs!"

  Xihe was already in tears of pain, unable to speak! Dong Huang Taiyi came to Emperor Jun's side, with a sorrowful expression saying: "Elder brother, why did you have to take the hit for me again? You should know that I have the Hun Dun Bell, how could I be afraid of them?"

  Di Jun smiled lightly and said, "Although the Chaos Bell stands above my head and is invincible, it is after all a pre-heavenly treasure. My younger brother has not yet fully refined it, so how can I put my mind at ease?"

  Di Jun finished speaking, his eyes lingeringly looked in the direction of Nuwa's palace: "Xiao Shi, Father Emperor is leaving!" After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and passed away. Di Jun was blown apart by Xuanming's self-explosion, even a saint had no power to revive him! The great demon emperor fell from then on!

  In the imperial palace, it seemed as if he had sensed something. The tenth prince looked pale and gazed at the cloud bed where Nüwa was lying. Nüwa looked at his swaying body and couldn't help but sigh: "Everything has gone with the wind!"

  The tenth prince's body shook violently, his lips trembling as he muttered: "Father! Father! Father!" Two lines of clear tears fell silently to the ground, and the empty grand hall echoed with this sorrowful voice.

  Nüwa looked at him with a foolish expression, shook her head helplessly, and waved her hand to send a stream of clear air onto Lǜyā's body. Lǜyā immediately fell to the ground and fell asleep, unaware of when he would wake up again.

  It is: The heavenly thunderbolt breaks through the great formation, and the glory of the Heavenly Emperor is dimmed!