I Think I Can Still Be Saved

The Dao sound of the words "Return to Silence" did not resound through the heavens, yet it seemed to echo deep within everyone's Dao Heart.

An invisible ripple spread from his palm in an instant.

Wherever the ripple passed, heaven and earth underwent a shocking transformation.

All things seemed to have endured the erosion of countless ages, breaking down, dispersing, and returning to nothingness on their own.

It was as if someone had erased them completely from their very roots.

Yet the Twelve Ancestral Witches seated within Pangu's true form did not care in the slightest.

Xuan Ming even let out an undisguised scoff.

"Such a trivial Dao of Nirvana dares to show off before the true form of our Father God?"

In an instant, the might radiating from Pangu's true form grew several degrees heavier.

This time, the axe blade no longer carried murky gray Dao light. Instead, it revealed the supreme intent of clear and turbid separating, of Yin Yang first unfolding.

The ripple that had sent all phenomena into silence seemed to lose all momentum at that moment, forcefully halted in place.

"Break!"

Accompanied by the united shout of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the World-Opening Axe crashed down.

Not only did this strike fail to dissipate within the Law of Return to Silence, it cleaved the ripple of that law apart from the middle.

There was nothing else to this strike—only one thing: strength created miracles!

Yet such a simple phrase transcended all things.

Ancestor Gui Yan staggered backward, pale golden Dao Blood spilling from the corner of his lips.

The Great Dao of Return to Silence that he had painstakingly cultivated for countless ages developed cracks in its Dao Foundation at that moment.

"Are you still not going to act?!"

Ancestor Gui Yan's voice carried icy