No one was stupid. The revival of Pangu's true spirit was not a secret. The entire world knew that his fist had broken the Heavenly Cycle Stars Formation.
It didn't matter what others did, but the Three Pure Ones were the manifestation of Pangu's Primordial Spirit. Like the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, they were the orthodox Pangu. However, it had been several years since Pangu's True Spirit had revived, and the Three Pure Ones had yet to visit. It was obvious that he didn't want to admit it.
It wasn't easy for a saint to come to visit, but the moment he appeared, he suppressed the "ancestral land of the witch race" and directly attacked god father's secluded temple. If it wasn't for god father's unfathomable cultivation, today would have been a completely different situation.
The shamans who had thought this through were filled with inexplicable hatred!
He hated the Heavenly Dao, the Sage, the Three Pure Ones, and himself.
If he was strong enough, how could he let the Father suffer such humiliation? It directly swept away the Six Saints of the Heavens. He would drag that Heavenly Dao out and beat him up, asking him if it was because god father created the world!
You're still god father's son!
There were also the Three Pure Ones, who deceived their masters and destroyed their ancestors!
All the saints in the heavens, without the Father opening the heavens and earth, how could they become saints?
They were clearly sitting on god father's merit book and enjoying their lives, but now they actually turned hostile and didn't recognize him.
"Son of a bitch!"
The extremely depressed Zhurong smashed the copper pillar beside it with a fierce slap!
"Enough! Don't be presumptuous in front of god father." Great Ancestor Magus Di Jiang reprimanded softly, but in fact, he was protecting Zhurong.
Zhurong realized that it had lost its composure and hurriedly bowed."I messed up, please forgive me father!”
Pangu waved his hand and asked him to step aside.
After his ruckus, the Ancestors of Sorcery calmed down a little.
After obtaining a complete primordial spirit, their minds and thoughts were completely different from before. He was no longer a one-track-minded person who only knew how to fight and kill. He quickly figured out what Pangu meant.
Great Ancestor Magus Di Jiang knew that Pangu would not shoot blindly. There must be something else.
He then cupped his hands and said," Our Wu Tribe respects God Father. The Heavenly Dao and the Six Sages are not compatible with God Father, so they are the mortal enemies of our Wu Tribe. We are willing to listen to the Father's command and bring order out of chaos. I won't let that scoundrel succeed!"
"Not bad! God Father should be the master of the Untainted Land. The Heavenly Way and the Six Sages and below had offended their superiors, and their crimes could not be punished!”
"We are willing to obey God Father's orders!"
" May the Father command-"
The Ancestors of Sorcery bowed down one after another, sparing no effort to express their submission.
Pangu smiled in satisfaction. The performance of the Ten Ancestors of Sorcery was commendable. As for the Heavenly Dao and the Six Sages, there would be a day of reckoning!
All kinds of schemes flashed in his heart, but his face remained calm.
"Zhunti's attack today is to test the waters," he said lightly. The real enemy had yet to appear-the most important thing now was to increase his own cultivation.”
After all, strength was the truth!
Today, he had used 30,000 years of his lifespan to exchange for the power of Stage 4 Heavenly Dao and crushed Cundi. He also used 300,000 lifespan as the price to defeat Jie Yin. The result was naturally extremely dazzling. However, it was not his own strength and could not last long!
Moreover, his lifespan was limited. After this battle, the 1,680,000 lifespan that he had accumulated with great difficulty was reduced to 1,350,000!
Even without Hongjun's help, even if it was just the attack of the six saints of the heavens, it was enough to exhaust his lifespan!
This made him realize the danger and he had to recover his combat strength as soon as possible. At the very least, he would be able to recover to the Heavenly Dao Saint Realm and have the ability to protect himself.
These words struck the heart of the Ten Ancestors of Sorcery. They gritted their teeth and said,"'God father, don't worry. We will try our best to recover our cultivation in the shortest time possible. We won't drag god father down!'
Pangu waved his hand. "You don't have to worry about this. I already have a comprehensive plan."”
Recovering one's cultivation was not as simple as saying a few words. Without thousands of years of hard work, how could it be done? In the past, he might have been able to wait, but now that the Heavenly Dao had revealed its hostility, he could not wait any longer.
When the Ten Ancestors of Sorcery heard this, they were all shocked! They all bowed and said,"Everything will be in accordance with the Father's will!"”
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At the same time,
Deep within the Chaos, Purple Cloud Palace!
The Purple Cloud Palace, which had not been opened for more than 103,800 calamities since Hongjun's Three Lectures Dao Integration, opened again.
The Three Pure Ones, Goddess Nvywa, and Jieyin entered the Zixiao Palace and sat down one after another, just like what they had heard under Hongjun. However, there was nothing on the last futon. It was Cundi-he was beaten up!
"Buzz!"
A trace of Dao runes circulated on the high platform, revealing a tall figure.
He was dressed in a green robe and his face was blurry. Only the purple light around him floated in the air, making him look extremely noble. A grand aura burst out from his body and suppressed the saints. It was Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
The Fifth Saint hurriedly cupped his hands.”
"No need for formalities!"
An indifferent and emotionless voice rang out.
Hongjun's gaze turned and landed on the last blank futon. "The primordial spirit of a saint resides in the void and is immortal." He respected the Heavenly Dao and acted as the cornerstone of the Heavenly Dao. He could not be damaged!”
Before he could finish his words, a thunderous boom sounded and a figure appeared out of thin air.
Dressed in a green Taoist robe, with a Taoist bun on his head, he was as thin as a bamboo pole. He was Saint Cundi, who had been crushed!
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