Di Jun, Tai Yi, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa, Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi, Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin...
Countless newly born beings stared wide-eyed at the existence before them, which seemed to hold up the entire Primordial Wilderness.
Stormy waves rose in their hearts, and they could not calm down for a long while.
"Is this the Dao Venerable?!" Di Jun swallowed with difficulty, his face slightly pale.
He had actually dared to provoke such an existence...
What Tai Yi thought, however, was that he had actually dared to curse at such an existence.
And he was not even dead. This time... he had really outdone himself.
If he traveled the Primordial Wilderness in the future, could he say that he had insulted the Dao Venerable and survived?
How fucking impressive would that sound?!
In other words, he and the Dao Venerable were at least a four-six split—perhaps even evenly matched!
Within Pangu Hall on Zhou Mountain, each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, led by Di Jiang, wore an indescribable look of joy.
Houtu stared fixedly at that figure, as though she wanted to carve its image into her mind.
Her hands were tightly clasped before her chest. A deeper flush had appeared on her slightly exotic face, while her snake tail swayed gently without pause.
She murmured to herself, "Is this our Second Uncle?!"
Ever since the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gained intelligence, they had noticed that beside their Father God's hall stood another divine hall.
It carried an aura no different from that of their Father God.
After seeing that divine hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had known that they had another uncle.
It was only that their Second Uncle had not returned for a long time, and they had never truly seen his face.
Yet the instant this figure appeared today,