The two men each flung back their broad sleeves. The seven holy positions in the sky split apart with a thunderous boom—Zhong Shan claimed three, and Lan claimed four.
Yellow Clouds churned, as if they were constantly expanding.
"Heavenly Scripture Perfection, Heavenly Scripture Perfection, Heavenly Shifting Power—you must succeed! You must!" Pan Gu's voice was extremely weak.
Pan Gu's voice was not merely weak; it also carried a tragic, heroic air.
"How could this be? Why does Pan Gu sound like that?" Xi Yangtian asked in confusion.
Sword Pride frowned as he stared at the sky, a trace of doubt flashing through his eyes.
Zhong Shan and Lan both drew a deep breath.
"I will!" Zhong Shan said solemnly.
"I will!" Lan nodded as well.
Hearing Zhong Shan and Lan's firm assurances, Pan Gu's voice sounded once more.
"In the past, to aid Hongjun, I seized the heavenly fate. Hongjun lost, and I lost as well. At the beginning of the Great Chiliocosm World's transformation, I was powerless. I will not live to see that day. I hope you can succeed. You must succeed!" Pan Gu's voice rang out again.
Listening to Pan Gu's voice, Zhong Shan and Lan both felt an immense responsibility settle upon them.
"May all living beings beneath Heaven become dragons, each of them immortal!" Pan Gu's voice came one final time.
"Rumble~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Thunderous explosions shook the heavens.
The Yellow Clouds expanded with a boom, growing larger and larger. In the blink of an eye, they covered the entire Southern Continent of the underworld and even, in another instant, the entire underworld.
"Boom!"
The living world also resounded with a thunderous explosion.
Yellow Clouds filled the sky. Endless Yellow Clouds spread in every direction, covering the Nine Continents and all beneath Heaven.
"Ang!"
Within the Qi