The Great Era of Living Beings, They Too Have Their Epics

In the western main body of the Primordial World, Wuxiang Mountain.

Outside Pangu Hall, beside where Xuanming had attained the Dao, the Ancestral Witches led by Houtu had been standing guard all along. Their blood and qi boiled around them, keeping the vast, surging cold outside their bodies.

Gonggong looked at that figure not far away, and a complicated sigh could not help spilling from his mouth.

They were both Descendants of Pangu, yet at this moment he could only lower his head and offer congratulations—the glory of climbing to the very peak of the Great Dao was something he could not hope to reach.

Same people, different fates.

He sighed inwardly. If he could have had such an opportunity, borrowing the momentum of a great calamity to attain the Dao of Hunyuan, why would he have needed to swallow his anger and endure humiliation?

But then he thought again. The Primordial World's Water Essence Tribulation had already passed. If the opportunity was missed, then it was missed—but back then, he had been suppressed in the East Sea's Eye.

[Not fair!]

If he wanted to recreate the calamity of those years and act without restraint, flooding the Primordial World, he feared the flood would not even take shape before those fellows of the Three Pure Ones came to suppress him!

A sour ache surged into his heart. "This hurts. I want to cry..."

Dijiang took a step forward, forcibly pressing down everyone's little thoughts. "Younger sister Xuanming has attained the Dao of Hunyuan. From this day forth, our Ancestral Witch lineage has no more regrets!"

That was what he said aloud, but in his heart, he was still unbearably regretful. Space Demon God Yang Mei, you old undying thing, why haven't you died yet?

Hurry up and go offend the