"The Primal Great Dao..."—the Guixu Will's deep voice echoed through every inch of the void. It did not seem to come from any particular direction; instead, it sounded as if it had risen directly from the depths of every living being's consciousness. "As expected... it is still as alluring and detestable as ever..."
Boundless darkness slowly condensed, forming a vague figure that defied description.
From everyone's perspective, that figure was sometimes as enormous as Chaos itself, and at other times as tiny as a mote of dust.
At times, it solidified like the walls of the Eternal True Realm, yet when one truly focused on sensing it, it became as illusory as a dream on the verge of waking.
The only thing that was truly real and clearly visible was that pair of eyes.
They were not eyes that any normal person could possess. There were no pupils within them; they seemed to be formed from pure, condensed darkness.
They contained an infinite might that no one dared to look directly at. Those eyes seemed to represent destruction itself. Wherever they gazed, the laws began to collapse and dissolve, ultimately returning to the void.
"Pangu." The Guixu Will looked toward the figure holding the Sky-Opening Divine Axe. "The Primal Great Dao's proudest creation, the wielder of the Great Dao of Strength, the first god of World Creation."
"You should have been the perfect vessel for My descent into the world. Unfortunately... you chose to become My enemy."
Pangu grinned, holding the Sky-Opening Divine Axe horizontally before him as he did his utmost to resist the destructive intent emanating from the Guixu Will's eyes. Yet his tone was filled with disdain.
"If you want this body of mine, Pangu, you can dream on..."
The Guixu Will did not take offense. Those