Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
Before the two streaks of flowing light had even drawn near, Zhou Ming and Houtu inside the hall had already sensed that vast divine might piercing through heaven and earth.
Houtu's gaze pierced through the stone walls of the hall and looked toward Haotian and Yaochi, who were approaching at great speed.
"Haotian, Yaochi."
"Haotian and Yaochi... Why would they come to Pangu Hall?" Houtu spoke softly, carrying a trace of doubt.
"Could Hongjun have sent them?"
Zhou Ming withdrew his gaze.
"Most likely."
His voice was very calm.
"It seems the struggle between Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao has already been decided."
"He lost."
The instant his words fell, Haotian and Yaochi happened to land outside the towering Pangu Hall.
Rumble—
The heavy hall doors slowly opened on their own before they could announce themselves.
Zhou Ming's voice came from within the hall, indifferent and distant.
"Come in."
Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance, then quickly walked into the hall.
Inside the great hall, it was spacious and majestic.
Zhou Ming and Houtu stood shoulder to shoulder at the center of the great hall. Merely standing there, they seemed to be the center of this heaven and earth.
The two of them did not dare show the slightest negligence. They hurried forward and, facing Zhou Ming and Houtu, bowed respectfully.
Haotian greets Sage Zhou Ming and greets Sage Houtu.
Yaochi greets Sage Zhou Ming and greets Sage Houtu.
"Rise," Zhou Ming said faintly.
The two slowly straightened, still lowering their heads, not daring to look directly at him.
Zhou Ming's gaze fell on them, and he asked directly.
"Did Hongjun send you?"
Haotian's mind tightened, and he hurriedly bowed to answer.
Reporting to the Sage, yes.
He paused, weighing his words.
"Hongjun told us to