Chapter 1639: Pangu's True Form
It was like an ant facing an immortal god, or a bird or beast facing its natural enemy. The moment Pangu's will appeared, the immortal thought of the old man of the Styx began to tremble. The original fundamental thought of immortality seemed extremely fragile at this moment.

Deep underground, Wan Wuyi, who had already arrived at the Qilin clan, was also paying attention to this battle. He still thought highly of the Minghe ancestor who had switched to practicing his own unconventional way.

After all, he was the first great man in the prehistoric world to turn to the side door for cultivation, and the first innate great god to successfully turn to the side door for cultivation.

Wan Wuyi was very satisfied with the performance of the Styx Patriarch before. He did not lose the reputation of being a heretic. Instead, the path he created became famous throughout the world and inspired countless creatures to practice cultivation. This was something Wan Wuyi was happy to see.

However, at the moment when the thirteen ancient witches joined forces and the twelve divine demon formations appeared, Wan Wuyi fell silent, with a solemn look in his eyes. His previous understanding of the witch clan was that every member of this clan had a horrible physical body, and their spirits were completely integrated with their bodies, indistinguishable from each other. They were a clan that purely followed the path of body refining.

When he was still in the heavens and myriad worlds, he had infiltrated a lot of immortal thoughts through the primeval barrier, which turned the witch clan upside down and made him not think much of this witch clan.

But now his heart was greatly shocked, he never expected that this witch clan, which only cultivated the physical body, actually had such means. When the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation came out, the will of Pangu that was attracted swept across the prehistoric world, and in an instant, all the countless creatures in the prehistoric world trembled.

The prehistoric world was opened up by Pangu, who was the creator god of this original world. Even the mountains and rivers of the prehistoric world, including many original stars in the starry sky, were transformed from Pangu's flesh. Countless powerful tribes also came from Pangu.

The moment Pangu's will appeared, all the creatures in the prehistoric world felt a sense of submission. This sense of submission came naturally and could not be stopped or defied.

What shocked Wan Wuyi even more was that Pangu's will strictly restrained his unorthodox ways. As the founder of these unorthodox ways, he knew exactly the shortcomings of his own ways.

The path he created was the path of pure will. When it encountered Pangu's will, which could be said to be the supreme will, it immediately fell into a disadvantage. In a simple contest of wills, he was no match at all. The gap between the two could not be measured in miles.

Before the old man of the Styx turned to practice the side door, he had refined one billion blood gods, and his willpower was already magnificent. But when he encountered the will of Pangu, his willpower was vulnerable.

This is indeed the case. After the Thirteen Ancestral Witches summoned the shadow of Pangu to descend, a ray of Pangu's will descended. This ray of will did not have its own intelligence, but was controlled by the Thirteen Ancestral Witches.

Dijiang led the way, and with the cooperation of the other ancestor witches, they guided this ray of will and condensed it into a finger of Pangu's shadow.

The shadow of Pangu, which was billions of miles high, stretched out his finger and pointed. An invisible light flashed, and the ancestor of the Styx let out a sharp cry.

He had no way to avoid this instruction, which was similar to the My Dao Miao Xiang of the Emperor Ji, both of which were sure-killing techniques. Pangu's shadow was in the primitive world, and the entire primitive world was his dojo and his domain. Being in the primitive world, he had no way to avoid the Styx.

He even felt that the entire prehistoric world was targeting him and rejecting him. This rejection made him unable to move, and he was almost suppressed by the entire Origin World.

Bang!
The ancestor of the Styx exploded with a shrill scream, and his immortal thoughts shattered into billions of pieces and scattered across the sky.

Bang!
At this moment, the shadow of Pangu, which was billions of miles high, collapsed and transformed into thirteen ancestor witches again, and the vast aura of the gods and demons of Dutian also returned to them.

The thirteen witch ancestors who reappeared all had blood on their mouths and looked extremely listless, as if they had exhausted their strength. This was indeed the case. The current thirteen witch ancestors were far from reaching their peak. With their current strength, they could barely condense the shadow of Pangu and strike once. After one strike, they would be exhausted and the formation would dissipate.

But the power of this attack also shocked the entire prehistoric world. Even Hongjun knew for the first time that the Wu Clan had such terrifying means.

“How is this possible? It turns out that the Witch Clan has such a trump card. The Thirteen Ancestral Witches working together can actually attract Pangu’s will and condense Pangu’s true form!” Hongjun’s shock was not surprising. From the beginning to the end, the Witch Clan, a group that specialized in cultivating the physical body, seemed out of place in the prehistoric world. Hongjun did not pay much attention to them. He only knew that they were descendants of Pangu’s bloodline, but the path they took was unique in the prehistoric world, and he had no intention of dealing with them.

How can we get along with each other since we are not on the same path from the beginning to the end?

Moreover, Hongjun didn’t care much about the Wu Clan in the past, thinking that it was another clan that would gradually disappear with the passage of time.

But after they took out the astonishing formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons, things became different. With such a formation as a trump card, who could destroy the Witch Clan?
Hongjun thought to himself that even if he tried his best, he could not withstand the attack of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches who condensed the true form of Pangu. In Hongjun's opinion, the attack just now against the Ancestor of the Styx had already mobilized the great power of the origin of the great world.

The original power of the great wilderness has always been exclusive to the Supreme Heavenly Dao, but there is an exception at this moment.

"We must become a saint quickly. Otherwise, if we let this witch clan develop, they might be the ones who have the final say in the world!"

Hongjun’s desire to become a saint is stronger than ever before.

Unfortunately, whether he can become a saint is not up to him. Great opportunity, great enlightenment, great perseverance, and great luck are all indispensable. He even has to get the permission of the Supreme Heavenly Dao. Without the permission of the Supreme Heavenly Dao, he cannot become a saint. At most, he can achieve the status of a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Although Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian and the saint are in the same realm, their combat power is different. The saint can obtain permission from the Supreme Heavenly Dao and mobilize a part of the original power of the primeval world for blessing.

However, Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian could not do this. He simply reached the realm, passed the test of the Supreme Heavenly Dao, and then broke through.

In other words, a saint is a fruit position, while Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian is the realm of cultivation of a cultivator.

Compared to Hongjun, the other great powers in the prehistoric world were even more shocking. The names of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan were not that famous in the prehistoric world. At most, they stood among the strong, and were far from being the top.

But from today on, they have stood at the top. Relying on the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation they have jointly set up, no one can be their opponent.

Swish!
Under the astonished gaze of the entire prehistoric world, the scattered immortal thoughts of the Styx Patriarch barely gathered together, but most of them had already been lost. The immortal thoughts were indeed mysterious and immortal. Even after being hit by the blow of Pangu's will, they were not completely annihilated, and a small part remained.

This is also because the Thirteen Ancestral Witches are not strong enough. They can only condense the shadow of Pangu but not Pangu's true form. If it is Pangu's true form, Minghe will definitely not survive, even though he claims to be immortal.

He will be wiped out by Pangu's will, like an eraser, erasing him from the prehistoric world.

The old man of the Styx, who had saved his life, didn't care about anything else and fled at full speed. He no longer thought about anything else and didn't care about his face. He didn't even leave a single harsh word. He was already frightened by Pangu's will.

It was at this moment that the Thirteen Ancestral Witches had exhausted their strength and were unable to pursue him, otherwise it would have been difficult for him to escape.

The escaping Styx Patriarch used his Blood Sea Escape Technique and turned directly into a blood shadow. His speed was incredibly fast, far exceeding ordinary escape techniques, and even faster than the Rainbow Transformation Technique.

(End of this chapter)