The terrifying tide stirred up by Yihao's divine power had shredded the void around Pang Jian, yet in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state.
The star river stretched vast and boundless, its countless stars still blazing brilliantly, with two great suns and three bright moons hanging high in the heavens.
Seated atop the head, Pang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, tranquil as though he had entered the Dao.
The immense stellar energy continued to pour into his body without end, flooding into his Primordial Spirit.
"Whoosh!"
Within his Primordial Spirit, stars, suns, and moons occupied his chest cavity. Surging power of faith, mingled with the will of his divine breath, began to manifest into another kind of soul shadow.
Those soul-shaped figures descended one by one upon the stars, standing upon the surfaces of the suns and moons.
Above crystalline divine bones containing lightning, frost, and demonic essence, more of Pang Jian's souls crouched. Even his divine five viscera were crystallizing, like the divine altars of gods beyond the heavens.
"Souls descending upon law-bound divine altars become different gods."
Pang Jian looked inward at himself.
He saw many souls that had split away, like gods presiding over a great Dao law of their own, standing upon their corresponding "divine altars" as they comprehended secret arts and great Daos.
Some souls resembled mid-rank gods, some low-rank gods, while others resembled high-rank gods.
His Primordial Spirit body was like a real small world, an independent star river.
Those souls that had split away were each a god, existing within stars, suns, and moons, rooted in the viscera of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, scattered amid Thunder Vortexes and frigid storms.
The scene of gods ruling over himself was strikingly similar to the arrangement of deities in