While Yuan Yan, Yuan Jie, Yuan Lun, Yuan Ling, Nuwa, and Fuxi were in secluded cultivation, a major event that would determine the future fate of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the future direction of the Primordial World was taking place.
Halfway up Mount Buzhou, a palace emanating an ancient wilderness aura stood within a concealed valley.
The entire palace had been cast from Chaos Bronze, without a single exquisite ornament, yet it exuded a vast, weighty presence capable of suppressing the cosmos. The hall towered billions of zhang high, like an ancient ferocious beast lying prone upon the earth. Its bronze walls were covered in Primordial Pangu Runes, their patterns blood-red as they faintly flowed with scenes of Pangu opening the heavens:
A giant axe cleaved Chaos, clear and turbid split into heaven and earth, and his body transformed into all things, returning to the Primordial World.
This was the legendary Pangu Temple!
At this moment, anyone who arrived before this hall would surely be utterly astonished.
For although this Pangu Temple was neither an Innate Supreme Treasure nor an Acquired Merit Supreme Treasure, the Dao rhythm and aura it emitted were absolutely no weaker than any Innate Supreme Treasure. It was even superior when compared with a Heaven-Opening Supreme Treasure.
It could only be said that the Pangu Temple truly lived up to being formed from the Pangu Heart absorbing the earth's turbid qi and primordial fiendish qi. It was indeed extraordinary.
At this moment, inside Pangu Temple!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and Jiufeng stood in the hall, gazing expectantly at the Pangu Blood Pool.
The Pangu Blood Pool spanned billions of li, gleaming with a dark golden radiance. It was filled with thick essence blood that churned and surged. Blood droplets splashed out by bursting bubbles would