Pangu's Will

Pangu's will awakened, and inexplicable tremors swept across the entire Prehistoric Continent.

"What's going on? Why is the Prehistoric Continent shaking?"

On Jade Capital Mountain, Hongjun, who had been in seclusion healing his wounds, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Is there still someone in the Prehistoric Continent capable of causing it to tremble?"

Suddenly, Hongjun thought of a terrifying existence. He abruptly turned toward Mount Buzhou. Could Pangu possibly still be alive? Had Luo Hou's destruction of the Western Continent somehow blown Pangu back to life?

An absurd thought that even he himself refused to believe arose in his heart—Pangu was going to revive.

And the thought would not go away. It lingered in his mind, making it impossible for him even to sit in meditation with a calm heart, much less remain in seclusion to heal.

Thinking of how Pangu had slaughtered great numbers of Chaos Fiendgods with stroke after stroke of his axe during the creation of the world, Hongjun's body could not help but shudder. The terror of Pangu, buried deep within his heart, had resurfaced.

His gaze remained fixed in the direction of Mount Buzhou. He wanted to go and confirm whether Pangu had truly revived, but his fear of Pangu kept him from taking that first step.

Hongjun then gritted his teeth and took out the Jade of Creation, which he had restored by more than half, hoping to deduce some information. In the end, however, even the Jade of Creation began to smoke, yet it yielded nothing useful.

Finally, he took a deep breath and communicated with the Heavenly Dao, hoping to obtain some useful information. But the Heavenly Dao gave him no response whatsoever.

On an immortal island overseas, Yang Mei stood in the air above the island, staring toward Mount Buzhou as he