The auras of the Three Pure Ones intertwined, radiating the meaning that my Dao was not solitary.
Even Yang Mei could not help feeling a surge of hot blood, wanting to stand with them.
"I know you want to persuade me now."
Yang Mei paused.
The hot blood settled.
"But that is impossible."
"Pangu is already your limit."
"Though you have now mended your foundations, it will still be difficult for you to surpass Pangu."
Ancestor Yang Mei was once again using the Pangu of the past to cut down my masters of the present.
Based on all the information available now,
Pangu splitting into the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had actually handed possibility over to everyone. Though I did not know what the future held, I knew that in this Primordial World where I existed, my three masters had the possibility of surpassing Pangu.
The Three Pure Ones were stunned as they listened to their disciple's thoughts.
But this time, their disciple had not merely thought it—she spoke the words aloud.
Obviously,
Ancestor Yang Mei had plainly been dazed for an instant.
That was no surprise.
Whether at the card table or in battle, Qingqing had never said much.
In Ancestor Yang Mei's heart, his eldest disciple was likely still that little loli who did not talk much, and naturally should not have interrupted a conversation between elders of her masters' generation.
Who would have thought that the disciple would directly step forward to speak up for them?
Ancestor Yang Mei's astonishment lasted only an instant.
Though Zhou Qingqing still looked like a little loli, she was, without question, the Azure Lotus Dao Ancestor and the Creation Dao Venerate. If one traced things back to the era of the Thirty-Six-Grade Chaos Azure Lotus, she might