This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 875 - 449: Chang Xi Ascends the Throne, Houtu "Explodes Like Thunder

During the final fierce battle between the Witch and Demon Clans, as it drew to a close, the Primordial True Realm was thrown into chaos due to Gonggong's furious collision with Buzhou Mountain, bringing an apocalyptic scene to All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

The Olympus Universe was not spared either.

The Mediterranean, which should have been a clear azure, was now engulfed by towering waves capable of swallowing everything, with the cold seawater relentlessly eroding the once-glorious city-states.

At the peak of Mount Olympus, a majestic deity dressed in a luxurious golden robe, with a stern visage and eyes seemingly filled with thunder, stood quietly at the summit.

Zeus, the Ancestor Dragon, calmly issued a divine decree, mobilizing the gods to guide all beings away from suffering.

He stood with hands behind his back, his profound gaze piercing through the infinite barriers of worlds, looking towards the source of all this chaos—the Primordial True Realm.

Upon seeing the figure of the Primordial Qilin, just formed and immediately crushed by Pangu's Divine Power, his lips curled into a faint smile.

He chuckled softly:

"That Primordial Qilin, really thinks it can seize this chance to win a resurrection match?"

"Humph, as if!"

His eyes gleamed with a decisive fierceness, "Even if I have to completely exhaust this hard-earned Witch Dao Fruit, I'll kick you back into the Space-Time River to stay put!"

The secret behind this was naturally unknown to outsiders.

Long ago, while Wood Ancestor Witch Ju Mang was traveling outside, by a stroke of fate, he "picked up" a remarkably gifted Water God and introduced him to Houtu, who ultimately became one of the Thirteen Ancestor Witches, named Gonggong.

This Gonggong was a hidden piece laid down by the Ancestor Dragon, an unknown alternate identity.

However, unlike other colleagues like Taiwei who enjoyed creating alternate identities to play around with leisurely.

The Ancestor Dragon had long severed all causal ties with his alternate identity, Gonggong.

Aside from initially setting his "script," he allowed it to develop freely, never intervening.

Originally, according to his plan, even if the Heavenly Realm battle resulted in mutual destruction for the Witch and Demon Clans, he wouldn't actively interfere with this alternate identity's fate.

Unexpectedly, he never imagined this.

While the Witch and Demon Clans fought fiercely, breaking the heavens and dimming the sun and moon.

The Qilin Clan, that bunch, secretly attacked the Witch Clan's nest from behind.

Not only did they attack, but they also audaciously attempted to revive their long-dead ancestor, the Primordial Qilin, using the Great Power of Pangu's Heart.

Who could tolerate this?

In any case, the Ancestor Dragon absolutely couldn't.

Thus, seeing his lifelong adversary about to seize the greatest victory amidst the chaos of the Witch-Demon war and win the resurrection match.

This led to the later decisive act where Gonggong seemingly "lost his mind," violently striking Buzhou Mountain, overturning the entire table.

As the primary instigator of all this, the alternate identity, Gonggong, must pay the price. Not only must he die, but the Witch Dao Fruit he represented must also completely dissipate.

Because the causal event he triggered was too significant, enough to affect Ten Thousand Worlds.

If he didn't die thoroughly, the Great Dao's backlash would be enough for the Ancestor Dragon himself to bear a great burden.

"Using an almost ripe Dao Fruit to send the Primordial Qilin back into the Space-Time River, I find this trade quite worthwhile!"

Ancestor Dragon twiddled his fingers, showing no sign of regret for the imminent forced cancellation of the alternate identity, Gonggong.

In contrast, if the Primordial Qilin truly won the resurrection match, that would cause the Ancestor Dragon greater discomfort than a bone stuck in his throat, worse than needles under his seat.

"On another note, that Storybook Immortal is quite impressive."

The Ancestor Dragon seemed to recall something, the fierce expression on his face gradually fading, replaced by a playful smile.

He slowly took out a flickering Jade Book from his sleeve and glanced at it with confidence.

Recorded on the Jade Book in an extremely ancient script were marvelous story plots.

"Back in the mythological script, she casually wrote, 'On the peak of Olympus, a world-ending deluge will descend to punish humanity's arrogance and sins.'"

"At the time, I thought it was just an exaggerated account for dramatic effect, that I, as a Divine King, would never stoop to such actions."

"I never expected, in the end, events would really follow this path."

Ancestor Dragon reached out, gently caressing the cold words on the Jade Book, marveling at the creative talent of Houtu, the Storybook Immortal.

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On the other side, the Heavenly Realm.

The battle that swept through the entire Primordial, depleting the final essence of two top races, finally concluded amidst endless blood and fire.

On the side of the Heavenly Realm, the once world-dominating, eternally peerless Heavenly Emperor Taiyi, ultimately lay dead in the void.

His shattered imperial body, with a wisp of Immortal True Spirit, was swept up by the sentient Heavenly Creation Treasure, the Chaos Bell, transforming into a stream of light and vanishing into the endless Chaos, destination unknown.

The White Emperor Shao Hao, sacrificed his life to the Dao, transforming into the most resplendent sword light, dealing severe blows to two Ancestor Witches.