The Changqing Realm Hung Overhead

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, one God-Fiend could no longer sit still. It was the vicious Golden Cicada. His pale-gold wings spread, and he landed on the Suspended Stairway.

"Mana and the Divine Body are both suppressed. We can only use our true spirits to hold our Purple Mansions steady and proceed on foot!"

Su Changqing glanced at him, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He did not dare hesitate and quickened his pace, but every step was agonizingly difficult.

"How marvelous! Though Pangu is dead, he was still one of us Chaos God-Fiends. This trial tests neither the God-fiend body nor Daoist arts, but the soul and true spirit!" A God-Fiend was overjoyed and joined them.

Su Changqing's God-fiend body stood tens of millions of zhang tall. In the battle in Pangu World, he had displayed its full might, wiping out several God-Fiends and leaving the others deeply wary of him.

But Pangu's trial tested control over the soul and true spirit. How could they lose at that?

Pangu was dead. That was universally accepted. They, the God-Fiends, did not cultivate Purple Mansions to nurture their true spirits. Their souls were mighty from birth. Cultivators, by contrast, had to follow that path to strengthen their frail true spirits.

The remains Pangu had left behind seemed to favor God-Fiends like them, born from the same Chaos World.

In a mere instant, more than a dozen God-Fiends entered one after another. The Saint Spirit Dao Ancestor, Kunpeng, the Sword Ancestor, Gu Yuan, the Great Serpent Demon, and the others exchanged glances. They hesitated no longer and stepped into the Chaos Green Lotus together.

"Junior, you may have set foot on this path before us, but what could one of your feeble race, cultivating a Purple Mansion Dao Palace,