Pangu Realm.
Above the sea of clouds, the figures of Zhou Ming, Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Zhurong, and the other Ancestral Witches quietly emerged.
The moment they appeared, the entire Pangu Realm seemed to be infused with new vitality, and even the circulation of the world's laws became more joyous and nimble.
Just then, a cool and elegant figure drifted down from the Moon Star hanging high in the sky, arriving before everyone in an instant. It was Wang Shu.
A trace of curiosity showed on her pure, beautiful face as she greeted Zhou Ming and the others one by one.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming. Greetings, fellow Daoists."
Wang Shu sized up the vast, imposing formation before her, and she could not help but mutter inwardly.
What was the Witch Clan going to do this time?
The time before last, they had come to refine fragments of the Primordial Wilderness, turning the Pangu Realm from illusion into reality.
Last time, they had come to migrate the entire clan, thoroughly making this realm their foundation.
Every time Zhou Ming brought so many people here, it meant an earth-shaking, heaven-startling major move.
She truly could not imagine what else would require the mobilization of the Witch Clan's entire highest-level combat force.
"Fellow Daoist, since you have brought all the Ancestral Witches here this time, is the Pangu Realm about to undergo some change again?" Wang Shu did not beat around the bush and asked directly.
Zhou Ming looked at her and did not conceal anything, speaking calmly.
"We are going to move Father God's will from the world of the Primordial Wilderness into the Pangu Realm."
What?
This simple sentence fell into Wang Shu's ears like a blast of Chaos Divine Thunder.
Move Pangu's Will?
Wang Shu's mind shook violently.
As a former