Did Pangu Never Die?

Elsewhere, at the Qiankun Dao Field, a vast sea of thunder surged to the heavens. One colossal bolt after another flashed across the world, crashing down upon the Life-and-Death Two-Faced's body.

Countless boundless black vines turned to ash within it, only to reform and reshape themselves in the darkness, like enormous black lotuses.

Within the chaos, throughout the primordial territories, who knew how many beings were watching this battle.

For two thousand years, Great Emperor Changqing had never made a move since proving the Dao at the Dao Ancestor level. Yet even now, he remained utterly shocking. This vast and magnificent sight had reduced the Qiankun Dao Field to ruins.

"God-Fiends are undying and indestructible; as long as time and space endure, so shall we. I created one of the Three Thousand Great Daos—how could I possibly perish!"

At that moment, the Life-and-Death Two-Faced's body shone. Its two male and female faces were eerily glaring, while black vines resembling Divine Chains of Order interlocked and shot forth, binding Su Changqing.

"If my true body were here, I could wipe out your entire territory with a flick of my finger!"

This was merely the Life-and-Death Two-Faced's primordial spirit. A Third-Turn God-Fiend was enough to rival a third-layer Transcendent Dao Ancestor, having climbed the Abyss of Death and escaped the end of the epoch.

The Eight-Armed Phoenix Pattern God-Fiend within Su Changqing's palm world possessed precisely that level of strength.

"God-Fiends may be difficult to kill, but unfortunately, Pangu slaughtered every last one of you before. Though you are a race of innate God-Fiends, you still cannot rival the endless multitude of cultivators."

Su Changqing let out an indifferent cry. The Frost Snow Saber in his hand slashed forth, transforming into peerless Blade Aura that cut across the chaos.

The dark vines