"Rumble!"
The Hall of Gods shook endlessly in the void.
Pang Jian's first wave of attack, launched with nine blazing suns, was effortlessly dissolved by Fuya using the Blade of Wisdom and drawing upon the Hall of Gods' power.
Fuya stood calmly in the void, long blade in hand, watching Pang Jian with a half-smile.
"You have a good father. Unfortunately..."
The corners of her lips curled slightly. Her gaze pierced through every obscuring haze, as though she had seen through the essence of Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit. Smiling, she said, "Before you were even born, he injected into your body the profound secrets of the Great Dao that he deemed viable. He also branded upon you the traces of this galaxy, allowing you to merge with the Dao of this galaxy once you left Purgatory."
"He has already done much for you, but it is still far from enough."
"Pang Jian, you should not have entered this galaxy so early at your current realm. Being compatible with this galaxy merely gives you the qualification to stand against me."
"But that is all you have—the qualification. You cannot defeat me, nor can you change anything."
Before her words had even faded, colossal phantoms of deceased gods began materializing at a visible pace, as though they had been resurrected from the river of time.
There were not merely a thousand such gods—there might have been tens of thousands!
Since the Hall of Gods had first been forged, every extraterrestrial god worshiped within it, whether from the past or present, had left behind Soulfire imprints containing the laws and Dao they had comprehended throughout their lives.
This Hall of Gods could be regarded as the source of the gods' Dao.
It was a Dao Source in another form!
"Pang Jian."
Fuya appeared