Luo Hou's face instantly darkened, but he still sighed and continued:
"Left with no choice, I fled into the Primordial World with my true spirit and fell into slumber."
"When I awoke again, I discovered that I was not the only one. Quite a few Demon Gods had escaped into the Primordial World."
"Only Pangu, who had created the Primordial World, had perished and vanished from the Dao. That was rather regrettable."
Hearing of Father God's death, sorrow filled the faces of the Ancestral Witches, tears glimmering in their eyes.
Qin Xuan, however, frowned slightly, deep in thought.
This differed somewhat from the Primordial World legends he knew.
According to later accounts, Pangu had fought the Three Thousand Demon Gods. Though he ultimately won, he had also reached the brink of exhaustion.
When Pangu saw that the Primordial World he had created was about to close, he held up the heavens with his hands and braced the earth with his feet. In the end, he died from exhaustion and transformed into all things in the Primordial World.
His Primordial Spirit split into three and became the Three Pure Ones, while his essence blood transformed into the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
But according to Luo Hou, Pangu had cut through the Demon Gods in Primordial Chaos as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, effortlessly bringing them all down.
Logically, he should not have been exhausted to that extent.
Then why had he still transformed into the Primordial World?
Moreover, when Qin Xuan had guarded Buzhou Mountain, Pangu's will had appeared.
That did not seem like someone who had perished and vanished from the Dao at all.
There had also always been a question in his heart: where had the drop of Pangu's essence blood he fused with come from?
He had not