Primordial Desolation: The Mortal Storyteller, with an Audience of Saints
Chapter 773

Pangu Primordial Spirit

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Silver hair fell over his shoulders, his snow-white robes outshone frost, and a jade flute hung from his waist. His gaze was clear as he quietly looked at him.

[Offering]

"Daoist friend."

The soft call seemed to cross endless years, carrying an ancient tacit understanding and the vicissitudes of time. It pierced the Space-time Barrier and reached straight into his mind.

Su Yang gave a slight nod, a smile appearing in his eyes. He said loudly, "Long time no see."

Pangu smiled as well. "Yes, far too long. This Primordial World is one I'm seeing with my own eyes for the first time today. And you have kept your promise, continuing to watch over this world for me." His voice was gentle, as though he had recalled walking side by side during the era when Primordial Chaos had first emerged.

Su Yang fell silent, his thoughts drawn back to that ancient era Before Hongmeng was judged.

After a moment, Pangu gazed at Su Yang and suddenly said, "I sensed the aura of the Jade Plate of Fortune. Since you obtained it, you know its wonders. Today, I'll lend you a hand."

With that, he parted his lips and began reciting an abstruse incantation that no one could understand.

In an instant,

the Primordial World shook violently!

An indescribable Power of Rules emerged from the void, twisting Heaven and Earth and shaking the laws. The entire world began to tremble in resonance, as though responding to the return of a Supreme Being.

The fragments of Remnant Soul that were Pangu Primordial Spirit, drifting throughout the myriad realms, began to tremble violently, emitting soundless howls. A will that suppressed the ancient and modern eras slowly gathered, spreading like a tide across the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands!

All things in Heaven and

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