Gazing toward the initial Space-time, at the primordial Great World that lay like a giant sprawled across the void, the Lord of Fist Dao felt calm yet tumultuous within.
In a daze, he seemed to see that at the end of countless Great Worlds stood that Lofty Figure, overlooking the ends of immeasurable worlds.
Although that Martial Ancestor had not succeeded, it seemed he had not failed completely either.
For a moment, he could not tell whether it was Pangu's imprint, or whether that Martial Ancestor had reflected the primordial heavens and become a new Pangu.
Such peerless bearing... unless absolutely necessary, he truly did not wish to become his enemy.
Even if he might already have fallen.
Yet the Dao could not be entrusted to another.
Whoosh, whoosh~~~
The River of Time and Space rippled layer upon layer as the Lord of Fist Dao strode forward, his aura slowly sinking.
At first, he had been boundlessly majestic. By the time he reached the initial Space-time, he had already merged into the void and vanished from sight.
He did not mind being the first to stick his neck out, but neither did he intend to enter the primordial world with great fanfare and draw everyone's attention.
He had come to investigate the Martial Ancestor's whereabouts and determine whether he was alive or dead.
If the Martial Ancestor was dead, he had little interest in this world that was evolving toward the true primordial world.
And if the Martial Ancestor was not dead, once he found his traces, there would be no need for him to act.
If the Martial Ancestor was not dead and he directly stirred up trouble...
He did not know whether the Martial Ancestor would die, but he himself would probably be dead beyond doubt.
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