Although the Chaos Gourd Vine lacked complete sentience, its innate quality was extraordinarily high, having already reached the rank of a top-tier Chaos Spiritual Root.
Moreover, with Zhou Mountain—a treasured land containing endless divine treasures and capable of sealing off all laws—as its backing, it naturally had no fear of the rule-based attacks unleashed by this newborn Great Dao.
As its vines danced, endless laws and Chaos Qi filled the air. They forcibly withstood the corrosion of those Great Dao chains, trading blows with them back and forth and never allowing them to approach the area shrouded by Zhou Mountain.
Upon the cliff face of Zhou Mountain, which it protected, the Pangu Phantom had now become increasingly solid. Its heartbeat boomed like war drums, each pulse seeming capable of drawing a resonant chorus from the myriad Daos of the Great Wilderness.
Those eyes infused with the origins of the Sun and Moon were slowly sweeping across this world he had personally created.
Wherever his gaze passed, boundless vitality was born amid the alternation of yin and yang, draping all things in a shimmering radiance.
All beings in the Primordial World, regardless of where they were or what they were doing, felt a tremor and reverence from the depths of their bloodlines upon seeing those eyes. One after another, they prostrated themselves in worship toward Zhou Mountain.
Even Saints and Heavenly Venerates felt their own insignificance before those twin eyes born of the Sun and Moon.
"Father God..." Sanqing stood stunned, staring blankly at those eyes that held the Sun and Moon within them.
The Twelve Ancestor Witches, Li Tan, and the others of the Witch Clan trembled all over with excitement. That sensation of bloodline resonance made them nearly unable to wait to rush into the firmament and welcome Father