Pangu Realm.
The last wisp of golden will-thread sank into the Pangu Axe, and that heaven-splitting divine artifact, silent for countless Kalpas, suddenly trembled.
The patterns on the axe's body lit for an instant, then dimmed again, returning to silence.
That vast pressure filling the entire Pangu Realm finally began to slowly draw inward.
Zhou Ming withdrew his hands and let out a long breath of turbid air.
Behind him, Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong, and the other Ancestral Witches also withdrew their Magic Power one after another, all of them showing some degree of fatigue.
This migration of Pangu's Will had taken no short time, and had consumed no small amount of their mental strength.
Father God Pangu's will was boundless and immense, even with their present cultivation as Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin.
To strip it in its entirety from Buzhou Mountain and then guide it into the Pangu Axe was an extremely delicate and arduous piece of work.
Fortunately, it was done.
Zhou Ming raised his head and glanced at the Pangu Axe suspended in midair.
The giant axe was ancient and heavy, dark gold from end to end, and at this moment it was exuding an extremely restrained pressure.
Unlike that savage, tyrannical aura from before, the Pangu Axe now possessed an additional layer of deep, solid power. It was the change brought by Pangu's Will merging into it.
"Father God's will has already been fully migrated."
Zhou Ming spoke, sweeping his gaze over the younger brothers and sisters behind him.
"What remains is to let Father God's will stabilize on its own within the axe and completely merge as one with the Pangu Axe."
Dijiang rolled his shoulders and said, "These years of transferring Father God's will have really put me through the wringer."
"Tens