The destination we pursue our entire lives is merely the starting point of the Father God.

The endpoint we spent our whole lives pursuing was nothing more than Father God's starting point. Zangdixing's voice pierced through the battlefield.

Like a sudden clap of thunder, it split into the battlefield where the True Body of Pangu and the Mouth of the Abyss were.

The Mouth of the Abyss: "Zangdixing, I fuck******, you **ing **."

As for why Zangdixing knew it so clearly?

The reason was simple.

Before the Mouth of the Abyss had fallen into an Evil God, he had also been a Dao Venerable of the Taiji Great World.

Zangdixing was well acquainted with him.

Later, after the Mouth of the Abyss was polluted into an Evil God, Zangdixing had once fought him—and killed him.

Therefore, when it came to dealing with the Mouth of the Abyss, Zangdixing had quite a bit of experience!

Within the battlefield, the World Creation Divine Axe in the True Body of Pangu's hand trembled slightly. Its axe-light was sharp, illuminating eternity like a dragon, while the Great Dao of Strength divine patterns on the axe blade circulated madly, constructing absolute suppression!

He lowered his head and looked at the Mouth of the Abyss, whose two halves were rapidly fusing back together. His gaze pierced through layer upon layer of lead-gray mist and locked directly onto the gray-white flesh planet deep within the fog.

That planet was like a gigantic, malformed embryo. Its surface was covered with countless eyes of every size; every eye was turning, and every pupil reflected a different scene of despair.

There was no land on the planet's surface, no ocean—only a constantly writhing fleshy shell. The flesh was covered in fine blood vessels and nerves, rising and falling as it breathed like a living thing.

The True Body of Pangu did not pause in the slightest.