Underworld.
The ancient witch of Ice, Erminion, arrived at the hall where Fengxin Goddess cultivated with a full indifferent attitude. Deng Chanyu and Jiazi had been walking for two days. Now the only surviving ancestor witch left was Erminion.
He entered like a big monkey, looking around, and soon spotted the black coffin.
"Haha, Goddess, is this what Xia Jiazi brought back? It looks quite ordinary to us."
Pingxin said, "This should be the first coffin in the heavens and earth, originally meant to be used for burying the Father God."
Upon hearing this, Erminion immediately had eyes that were not eyes and a nose that was not a nose: "What a worthless thing! How dare you? Let me smash it!"
She picked up a big axe, swung it around, and was about to swing it.
"Hold on, hold on," Pingxin exclaimed, her expression a mix of tears and laughter, as if it were a great effort to speak to her. "After all, it's a token of Daji's affection. You're not seriously injured, are you? Take this thing to the Pangu Palace."
Erminion shook her head as if she were a drum: "No, no. I'm not going. I'm not feeling well, and I was planning to have a few drinks."
Pingxin repeatedly persuaded, and Erminion reluctantly struck the war drums. She then relocated the Pangu World and carried the black coffin over her shoulder, taking a step towards the Pangu World.
It seemed that she was worried about her carelessness in doing things, so the Old Woman of Oblivion also followed her.
Deng Chanyu and Jiazi saw the black walls and various chaotic monsters in the Pangu World, but Erminion and the Old Woman of Oblivion did not see such a scene.
In front of them was a grandiose, thick, and simple palace that seemed to have existed since time immemorial, transcending all elements of time and space.
The Pangu Hall was formed from the heart of Pangu, and the original twelve ancestor witches were born here. Inside the hall, there are twelve towering columns, symbolizing the former glory and source of the ancestor witches.
The grand witches of the Pangu World had no idea of their arrival, and they didn't inform anyone.
At this moment, Erminion had an expression of solemnity, and all the reluctance she had shown in the Primordial World had vanished.
Erminion opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but the Old Woman of Oblivion looked at her and Erminion smiled, carrying the black coffin into the deepest part of the Pangu Hall.
They did not speak, calm and serene, immersing themselves in the eternal power that remained unchanged.
Hongjun believed that the core of all things is the Tao, and Pangu's level is undoubtedly higher. But what exactly is it? Even Erminion and the Old Woman of Oblivion couldn't say, despite the Old Woman of Oblivion being an aspect of Fengxin Goddess; she couldn't comprehend the might of ancient Pangu.
Nuwa said that the gap between herself and Hongjun was even greater than the difference between ordinary people and sages, which was an entirely different level of power.
There was also a similar view on the side of Fengxin Goddess, who believed that she could not even see the back of her father god until now, and the gap between them was so vast that it could not be quantified; only its remoteness was known.
Erminion and the Old Woman of Oblivion were certain of only one thing: that reaching here was like being home, even if Hongjun had great abilities, he could not monitor the Pangu Hall.
The aura of the Old Woman of Oblivion became extremely heavy, and her face instantly rejuvenated by sixty years. In an instant, it seemed as if the Young Earth Goddess had returned.
She reached out and touched the black coffin, and two extremely ancient characters representing "Pangu" appeared on the coffin lid.
It was something that even the Buddha of Enlightenment could not do, only an ancestor witch connected to the bloodline of Pangu could accomplish this by making the coffin lid show inscriptions.
The primordial malevolence in the coffin that had previously disorganized Yunxiao somewhat embarrassedly retreated upon the appearance of the inscriptions on the lid. The qing energy rose and the zhuoqi descended, eventually revealing a human-like outline.
Erminion was overjoyed: "I never thought that after walking through countless worlds and searching for so many years, this coffin is right in front of us. It turns out to be the essence of Ruyi, how could I have known? Old woman would have cut the old guy early."
The Old Woman of Oblivion returned to her elderly appearance and was also very happy at this moment, her old face like a piece of orange peel filled with enthusiasm: "That fellow hides very deeply. If it wasn't for Yunxiao's Nine Bend Yellow River Formation, or Daji's close contact, I wouldn't have been able to discern Ruyi's origins."
She looked at Erminion and said, "Big sister, you've been suffering."
Erminion spoke in a serious tone: "I'm not suffering. As long as I can revive my brother"
She lay inside the Pangu coffin, took out a sharp blade, cut open her chest and lower abdomen, and then endured the immense pain to pull out clumps of flesh and place them inside the coffin.
Those were the remains of Di Jiang, the first among the twelve ancestor witches.
Di Jiang's body seemed like a sack, huge and red like a ball of fire, with six legs and four wings, lacking any ears, eyes, nose, or mouth.
After Hongjun unified the Dao, the twelve ancestor witches had no choice but to transform into innate Dao bodies, becoming normal-sized as usual.
This can be seen as a compromise of ancestor witches with the Dao. In reality, each ancestor witch has mastered their own laws to the extreme, and they fight in their true forms, which is when their power is at its strongest.
For creatures like the human race, such forms are actually a restraint for them.
If it were to come to a fight, as the Space Ancestor and the leader of the twelve ancestor witches, Di Jiang would not be inferior to Yao Race's Di Jun and Taiyi.
One-on-one, who would win and who would lose is really hard to say.
Controlling the spatial laws, Di Jiang, in normal circumstances, would never perish. With a single thought, he could reach billions of miles away, and with another thought, he could be in another world. No one would die if it were him.
He was unlucky in that Taiyi detonated the Chaos Bell, and at that moment, the entire Primordial World was frozen. Could he escape? His spatial ability was strong, but it could not transcend the Chaos Bell.
Di Jiang had not yet had a chance to display his full abilities when he was taken out by the self-destructive explosion of the Chaos Bell.
However, this ancestor elder was not ordinary either. In the moment of impending death, he had already laid his backup hands.
He asked Erminion to store his body parts inside his own body, using the Ice Ancestor as a refrigerator, and told her to find the Pangu Coffin, attempting to resurrect himself when the time came.
Because she remembered this matter, after the war between the witches and the immortals, Erminion endured dishonor and burdens to survive.
For countless eons after the War between Immortals and Witches, Erminion always remembered the matter of reviving her big brother.
This matter is also known by Fengxin Goddess, but the surveillance of the Dao is omnipresent, and it's impossible to mobilize all hands to find the Pangu Coffin. Only rely on chance, borrow the reason of going out to fight, going out to fight and going out to fight like this to find it.
The Warlock race is not suitable for doing such delicate work. For countless eons, they only found solitude, and if it weren't for Deng Chanyu advocating the Three Fairy Goddesses to go and fight Yan Zhenggong, they would still be searching for a long time.
If they followed the original pace of the God Ascension, even until the world reaches its absolute limits, they would not find the Pangu Coffin. It can be said that their deeply hidden secrets were so well concealed that even a chance to be hidden inside the coffin was not available.
Erminion took out all the body pieces and walked out of the Pangu Coffin.
Her face was as pale as snow, and the Pangu Coffin automatically absorbed the ancestor blood within her, from lying down to standing up in just a few ten breaths. In this short period, she lost half of the ancestor blood of Pangu, and this time she was seriously injured. Without thousands or even millions of years, she would never be able to recover.
