Chapter 1292: Chapter 561: Pangu Divine Temple, Pangu Consciousness!

"Everyone, fall back immediately!"

Jiufeng snapped out of his shock, shouting loudly at once.

The sound spread across.

Upon hearing Jiufeng’s command, the previously on-guard Witch Clan members gradually put away their hostility.

Though still filled with doubts, they followed Jiufeng’s instructions, retreating slowly, and looking at Zhao Feng with more awe.

Zhao Feng, on the other hand, wore a faint smile, his figure slightly moving as he landed in front of the Pangu Divine Temple.

After displaying his bloodline power, Zhao Feng could distinctly feel an intangible force within this divine hall resonating with him, a wordless sense of belonging arose as if this was his rightful place.

"Great Witch Jiufeng of the Witch Clan, pays respects to the Ancestral Witch."

Jiufeng quickly walked up to Zhao Feng, bowing respectfully to him, his attitude extremely devout.

"I am not your Witch Clan’s Ancestral Witch."

In response to Jiufeng’s address, Zhao Feng shook his head, with a gentle smile on his face, speaking softly.

"Ancestral Witch Master."

"The bloodline power emanating from you far surpasses anyone in the Witch Clan, this is undoubtedly true." Jiufeng lifted his head, speaking with utmost respect.

"Though I possess a bloodline, it is not of the Witch Clan, but of Pangu." Zhao Feng began slowly.

"Father... Father God’s bloodline?"

Upon hearing this, Jiufeng’s expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with shock and reverence.

"In any case."

"I harbor no ill intentions towards the Witch Clan; on the contrary, I have come precisely to rescue the Witch Clan."

Zhao Feng smiled, speaking openly.

"Yes."

Jiufeng did not say more and immediately nodded in agreement.

The bloodline power Zhao Feng displayed made her utterly believe in Zhao Feng’s words.

In the Witch Clan, bloodline power is the foundation of everything, it is their faith.

With the immense strength Zhao Feng exhibited, there was no necessity for deceit.

"Go to the Pangu Divine Temple and take a look."

"Just now, I felt the will of the Pangu God."

Zhao Feng turned his head, gazing at the Pangu Divine Temple with curiosity and anticipation in his eyes.

The legendary Pangu Divine Temple, perhaps contains supreme opportunities.

Zhao Feng did not wish to miss it.

"Please, my lord."

Of course, Jiufeng dared not obstruct.

With the bloodline power Zhao Feng revealed, no one in the Witch Clan had the power to hinder his steps.

Under Jiufeng’s guidance, Zhao Feng headed towards the Pangu Divine Temple.

Time flowed by slowly!

Countless years had already passed since this temple birthed the Witch Clan in Ancient Times.

Now, compared to the past, it has undergone significant changes.

This ancient temple witnessed the birth of the Witch Clan, saw the grand scene of the Witch Clan once reigning over the earth, and experienced the somber transformation as the Witch Clan gradually faded from glory to decline.

When Zhao Feng stepped into the divine hall, a rich, almost tangible primordial aura rushed towards him.

This aura, carrying the sediment of time and the weight of history, instantly enveloped Zhao Feng, as if transporting him back to that distant and mysterious era.

Raising his eyes to the center of the hall, stood a tall and majestic statue.

It was the statue of the Pangu God who created heaven and earth.

However.

The statue only depicted his grand stance of holding a giant axe and standing upright, while his face was concealed in a haze, refraining from showing a concrete visage.

Perhaps, with Pangu God embodying all creations, he was inherently formless and image-less; his nobility transcended all worldly divinities, and no statue could fully bear his true appearance.

"Is Pangu’s heart still here?"

Zhao Feng asked Jiufeng with a look.

"The power of Pangu’s heart was fully exhausted long ago after the Witch-Demon War ended." Jiufeng slightly lowered his head, a hint of sorrow flickering in his eyes, speaking slowly.

If Pangu’s heart had retained its power, the Witch Clan wouldn’t have ended up as it did today.

"In the past, to address Houtu Ancestral Witch turning into the Reincarnation, the final power of Pangu’s heart transformed into nourishment for the thirteen Ancestral Witches."

Jiufeng’s voice quivered slightly, seemingly recalling that past, and his heart remained filled with sorrow.

"That is to say, the power was given to me." Jiufeng raised his head, filled with self-blame and guilt: "But in the end, I let the Ancestral Witches down, unable to master the true power of the Ancestral Witch."

Evidently.

In the past, when Houtu transformed into reincarnation, the Witch Clan lost the Ancestral Witch, thus unable to set up the All Heaven Divine Evil Array, which was also the reason for the Witch Clan’s defeat.

"The Witch-Demon War is already over." Zhao Feng sighed slightly and said slowly, "Ultimately, it is unknowable and falls into calculations."

In his words.

Zhao Feng did not say more.

Instead, he stepped towards the Pangu Divine Statue.

"Descendant of the Human Race, Zhao Feng, pays respects to the Pangu God."

Zhao Feng arrived in front of the statue, his expression solemn, bowed directly, and paid homage to the statue.

At this moment.

Zhao Feng was extremely devout and respectful.

In terms of the Divine ranking, Zhao Feng could now be considered a top-level Divine.

But the Divines who could bear the bow of Zhao Feng were rare.

For Zhao Feng, Pangu God was the Creator God of Heaven and Earth Creation, the origin of everything.

His respect for the Pangu God was naturally full of reverence.

After all, the Pangu God, with only his strength, opened up heaven and earth, creating innumerable beings of the Primordial world.

Moreover, he established the three paths of heaven, earth, and man, setting rules for all things.

If things developed according to Pangu God’s vision after Heaven and Earth Creation, without Hong Jun’s emergence, perhaps the Primordial world would have already reached levels above the Great Thousand World by now.

However, in the matters of the world, there are no "ifs".

Right after Zhao Feng’s bow, a miraculous event happened again.

From the Pangu Divine Statue, a bright gold halo appeared suddenly without any warning.

This halo was like a new-born sun, emanating a gentle yet powerful light, instantly enveloping Zhao Feng entirely.

Immediately, wrapped in this gold halo, Zhao Feng’s figure seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, directly disappearing from this ancient Divine Hall.

Beside him, Jiufeng witnessed this scene, her face full of shock, she widened her eyes and stared intently at the place where Zhao Feng disappeared, filled with disbelief.

"This... Is Father God manifesting?"

Jiufeng murmured to herself, her voice filled with astonishment and delight.

Ever since the Witch-Demon War, after the demise of the Ancestral Witch, the Pangu Divine Statue seemed to have lost its spirituality, no longer making any movement.

And now, the statue surprisingly exhibited power once more. Does this imply that Pangu God’s will still guards the Witch Clan?

"Father God is still there."

"He has always been watching over my Witch Clan."

Jiufeng gazed at the Pangu Divine Statue, tears of excitement shimmering in her eyes.

At this moment.

A strong belief rose in her heart, as if she saw a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Meanwhile.

Zhao Feng’s figure had already appeared in another mysterious space.

This was a chaotic world, and all he saw was a haze.

Dense chaotic aura, like thick fog, permeated the entire space, making one feel as if they were in the primordial state of the universe’s birth.

In this chaos, a gigantic heart floated quietly in the void.

It emanated a faint yet mysterious light, though the light was not dazzling, it gave off an immensely powerful feeling.

Precisely Pangu’s Heart.

However, compared to the former glory of the Witch Clan, Pangu’s Heart now had already lost its past majestic power.

Its surface was covered with the marks of time, appearing extremely ancient, only leaving behind the dimness and silence after power depletion, no longer any surge of origin power.

"Is this... the space inside the Pangu Divine Statue?"

"Pangu’s Heart."

Zhao Feng slowly regained his senses, his gaze fixed on the Pangu’s Heart before him.

Even after countless years, just a glance allowed Zhao Feng to deeply sense the terrifying and immense power that Pangu’s Heart once held.

That power seemed capable of Heaven and Earth Creation, creating all things, the most primal power in the world.

Just then!

From Pangu’s Heart, a faint strand of Divine Soul power, like a thread, slowly emerged.

Immediately after, a phantom yet towering figure, under the condensation of this Divine Soul power, gradually appeared in front of Zhao Feng.

Even though countless years had passed, the appearance of this figure, if placed in the Primordial world, would undoubtedly cause an earth-shattering upheaval.

Because the person before him was the Creator God who opened up the Primordial world, creating all things—the Pangu God.

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