In the Chaos Void, an ancient and majestic palace silently emerged—the Zixiao Palace!
Above the palace doors, eerie light flowed across the plaque. The three characters "Zixiao Palace" seemed carved into the air like Dao marks, permeated with an indescribably supreme Daoist charm. Inside the hall, an old Daoist with hair and beard as white as snow suddenly raised his head, his face filled with terror as he stared fixedly toward the Primordial World. Even his voice trembled. "Pangu! This is impossible!"
At the Primordial Beginning Dao Field in the East Sea, clouds rolled and rosy light flew through the sky. Su Yang was holding a cup and taking small sips when the jade goblet suddenly paused in his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly. In the next instant, his eyes lit up with dazzling brilliance, and he threw back his head and laughed. "Ha! Pangu's aura? That fellow actually came back!"
Before his voice had even faded, he transformed into a streak of light, tore through space-time, and vanished in an instant.
The entire land of the Primordial World shook violently!
An ancient, vast aura, as though from the moment of World Creation, suddenly descended from the Deep Chaos with a thunderous crash. Though it was less than one ten-billionth of Pangu's pressure at his peak back then, it still caused all living beings to bow their heads, while Heaven and Earth lost their color.
Yang Mei's mind felt as though it were splitting apart, the Will of the Heavenly Dao trembled in fear, and even the void wailed.
All living things had been formed from Pangu's flesh and blood, and an indelible mark had long been carved into the depths of their souls. At this moment, the instant that aura appeared, the hearts of countless living beings shook in