The other Saints and Heavenly Venerates did not care, but Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestor Witches, as inheritors of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, could not possibly remain indifferent.
Especially after witnessing the Pangu murals atop Zhou Mountain and the Pangu Heart within Pangu Hall.
They had long since become convinced that Father God Pangu had never truly fallen.
Yet when they heard that Great God Pangu might successfully return after this great battle, each of them reacted differently.
The Twelve Ancestor Witches—even Houtu, who had always been steady and composed—wore excited smiles.
Judging by their expressions, if there had not been so many Saints and Heavenly Venerates in the hall, they probably would have rushed over at once to question Styx about whether his words were true.
The expressions of Sanqing nearby were all different. Taiqing's expression remained as indifferent as before, but his usually placid pupils contracted slightly.
Yuanshi's brows furrowed, and his concern was practically written across his face, yet he still had to force himself to put on a delighted expression.
At first, Tongtian had cheerfully expressed his happiness without a care in the world, but after seeing how his two elder brothers reacted,
he seemed to remember something as well, and an indistinct trace of worry unconsciously appeared on his face!
Styx, seated at the head, noticed their expressions. He was startled at first, but immediately understood what they were thinking.
He could not help feeling speechless. They were nothing more than three minor extras, so why did they always think themselves so important?
However, to ensure that they did not cause any trouble when facing the Chaos Demon Gods later, he would still have to talk with them after this meeting ended.
A moment later, when everyone had calmed down again, Styx spoke once more.
"Everyone,