After subduing Luohu, the giant phantom of the Pangu True Body began to disintegrate slowly, like an ancient furnace whose fuel was steadily being drained away.
As it disintegrated, the figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches reappeared like twelve ancient mirrors being peeled away at once.
Dijiang's Space Great Dao, Zhu Jiuyin's Time Law, Houtu's power of reincarnation, Zhu Rong's Li Fire, Gonggong's Weak Water, Ju Mang's Yi Wood, Ru Shou's Geng Metal, Xuan Ming's Ice and Snow, Qiang Liang's Thunder, Xi Zi's Gale, She Bi Shi's Poison Miasma, and Tian Wu's Water Beast—twelve radiances reclaimed their respective positions in the void in perfect unison.
Their brilliance, like twelve lighthouses lit at once, illuminated the far reaches of the entire Chaos Battlefield.
The Pangu True Body had not disintegrated because its power had waned, but because the beasts continually surging from the depths of Chaos no longer required their combined form to confront them. Like a boatman furling his great sail after a storm subsided, they switched to single oars to weather the remaining swells.
The instant Dijiang reappeared, he darted forward like fire racing along a lit fuse.
The Space Great Dao unfurled around him with the rhythm of ancient patterns being continuously woven, forming folds in the void that spanned several Great Thousand Worlds.
The moment the Chaos Beasts approaching in scattered formations touched those folds in the void, the spatial structures around them began to overlap and interlace layer upon layer, like sheets of folded paper.
As the folding continued, their paths twisted endlessly, and like prey cast into a maze, they gradually lost their original sense of direction and forward momentum.
At last, amid the relentless spatial folding, fine cracks began to appear along their edges, spreading outward on both sides of the fold lines like