At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall towered majestically. Forged from the Pangu Bloodline, this ancient hall had become the most impregnable place in the Great Desolation World after the Primordial Wilderness's ascension. Law patterns framed by the Pangu Bloodline flowed across its structure, turning ceaselessly like an ancient millstone and keeping the network of laws within intact. Outside, Witch City shone continuously like a cluster of beacons. Countless warriors of the Witch Race patrolled its streets, guarding the entire city as tightly as an iron barrel. Within the hall, the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered. Styx, Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, Nuwa, Fuxi, the Queen Mother of the West, Xi He, Chang Xi, and the others stood along either side, like a host of lamps burning together.
The doors of Pangu Hall slowly closed the instant the last arrival crossed the threshold. Upon them, law patterns fashioned from the Pangu Bloodline spread inward from the edges, layer by layer, like an ancient mirror, completely isolating the hall from the outside world. The moment the doors closed, the network of laws within began operating in an even tighter configuration, preventing every sound, every breath of aura, and every fluctuation of law from passing through the walls. Only within Pangu Hall could the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches discuss how to deal with the Heavenly Dao without it detecting the slightest clue.
Taiqing stood in the center of Pangu Hall, his Fly-Whisk drawn in and xuanhuang qi returning to surround him. His gaze swept over everyone in the hall as he adjusted the rhythm of his own power.
"Through its continued operation, the Heavenly Dao's consciousness has gradually regained its original depth and breadth, bringing the Heavenly, Earthly, and Human Daos of the Primordial Wilderness into balance,"