That domineering aura that overshadowed all living beings, that fearless fighting spirit, that supreme pressure—there could be no mistake. This had to be Pangu.
"Pangu! You ****!"
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In several unknown places across the Prehistoric Era, some ancient undying beings were also stirred awake by Pangu's aura.
They looked at that towering figure and cursed without end, seemingly filled with boundless fury at Pangu's appearance.
Yet the harsher they cursed, the tighter the shackles around them became. Gradually, they seemed to tire of cursing—or perhaps their restraints had grown stronger—so their voices slowly faded.
"Didn't Father God fall? This is impossible! It's fake!"
The Three Pure Ones were dumbfounded as well. Yuanshi in particular kept muttering under his breath, his entire body pressed to the ground and trembling as his hands endlessly clawed at the pillar.
"Second brother!"
Laozi brought forth the Taiji Diagram, and a stream of Yin Yang energy washed over Yuanshi.
Only then did Yuanshi slowly regain his senses.
"Second brother, steady your Dao Heart. Do not let your thoughts run wild." Laozi used the Taiji Diagram to restrain Yuanshi, preventing him from doing anything strange again.
Ever since breaking through to the Quasi-Saint realm, Yuanshi had embarked upon the path of expounding the Heavenly Dao. In his eyes, all living beings ought to follow the rules of the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao was the ultimate goal pursued by all beings.
Pangu's appearance shattered that calm. The supreme Law of Creation upon Pangu's body was far more vast than the Heavenly Dao, conflicting with the principles Yuanshi had always pursued. His Dao Heart became unstable, leading to a spectacle that all beings could mock.
The beings of the Prehistoric Era, however, were different. They had always heard the legends of Pangu creating the world and