Amid the star-studded void, Pang Lin's aura surged wildly without end, her divine breath spreading outward like ocean tides.
Her divine breath was complex and ever-changing.
Destruction, ruin, thunderstorm, soul waves, darkness, light, corrosion, deadly poison—countless profoundly mysterious laws and orders mingled within her divine breath, driving her realm ever higher.
Yet at its very core lay an immense, boundless aura of life!
"Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!"
Countless life factors emerged and perished within her divine breath, taking the forms of gleaming motes of light or vital blood.
As the motes and vital blood condensed, they quietly transformed into ferocious creatures of the Ancient Demon Race: azure dragons, Qilins, phoenixes, heavenly birds, giant tortoises—everything imaginable.
Or they became members of the Celestial Clan, Devil Race, Spirit Clan, Thunder Clan, Ice Clan, Flame Clan, and Radiant Clan.
The traces of all living beings—those that had vanished from heaven and earth, and those that still remained—were evolved from those motes of light and vital blood, becoming vividly lifelike.
The supreme will from beyond the heavens and the will of the Sea of Ghost Mist possessed unfathomably profound creation powers.
Yet when it came to creating life, they seemed to fall short of Pang Lin!
"The domain of life—this is the ultimate domain of life!" Pang Jian was utterly astonished. His eyes shone as he watched her. "This must be the answer to the path of life, its ultimate shore!"
At that moment, he felt that his younger sister Pang Lin had become someone like Ling Yun through the Dao of Life.
Only then could Pang Lin have any hope of helping Luo Hongyan be reborn, restoring vitality to Luo Hongyan's divine body!
"Creator... this truly is a brand-new realm. What a pity..."
Regret suddenly appeared in Pang Lin's eyes. In that instant, she