That speck of light bearing Zhou Ming's True Spirit finally crossed the boundary of Chaos and arrived in that void beyond the reach of words.
Under the gaze of the towering figure, the light began to change.
It was no longer simple light. It extended outward, bit by bit, sketching the outline of a complete human form.
Dao Rhythm flowed, and laws wove themselves together.
There were no dazzling phenomena, no roaring of laws.
The light dispersed, and a figure condensed into shape once more.
It was not a body of flesh and blood, nor a body of Magic Power.
Every inch of this body was formed from the purest Great Dao.
Zhou Ming's figure condensed anew.
He opened his eyes. Within those pupils, the birth and death of all the heavens and myriad worlds were reflected, yet they remained so calm that not the slightest ripple stirred.
He looked toward the familiar yet majestic figure before him.
"Zhou Ming, you truly did not disappoint me."
Pangu spoke, his face filled with heartfelt relief.
Zhou Ming bowed deeply to Pangu.
"Many thanks, Father God."
"Without Father God protecting me along the way, I could not have reached this step."
Pangu calmly accepted his bow, but then smiled and shook his head.
"Though I did help you somewhat, the path of proving the Dao ultimately had to be walked by you yourself."
"If you had not been worthy, then even if I exhausted all my strength, it would have been of no use."
He raised a hand, and a gentle force lifted Zhou Ming up.
"Now, you have already proven the Great Dao and stand at the same height as I do."
"There is no need to call me 'Father God' anymore."
"You and I are both seekers of the Dao,