"We naturally know that." Dijiang's brows furrowed. "But Father God had long since transformed into all living beings. How could his Heart Blood be something we could find? Where are we supposed to look?"
"I have a way to save this heart." Su Yang's voice was not loud, yet it exploded in everyone's hearts like thunder.
"What?!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches changed color in unison. Their gazes shot toward Su Yang like lightning, their faces filled with disbelief, as though they had heard an ancient secret descend from the heavens.
In the next instant, he flipped his palm.
A fist-sized "water ball" glowing with a milky-white sheen appeared in his palm. It looked as though liquid stars had condensed together, radiating an ancient, primeval aura. It was none other than the legendary Pangu's Heart Blood!
In that instant, the Pangu statue enshrined in the center of the hall suddenly trembled. The phantom heart within its chest began pounding violently, as if a furnace that had been dead for countless years had suddenly been reignited! At the same time, the Heart Blood in Su Yang's hand hummed and quivered. The two resonated across the distance, sharing the same origin, as if a bloodline spanning time and space were calling out to itself.
"This...?"
Dijiang's pupils contracted sharply, and a monstrous wave surged through his heart. A nearly insane thought rushed into his mind. The other eleven Ancestral Witches trembled even more violently as a familiar feeling from the depths of their souls surged over them, like wanderers returning home, their bloodlines connected!
They had been formed from Pangu's Essence Blood fused with innate turbid fiendish energy, and had naturally inherited Father God's power. Now, faced with genuine source Heart Blood, the Ancestral Witch blood sleeping within their bodies began to boil