The Three Pure Ones simultaneously sensed the aura of their Father God's Primordial Spirit.
That aura shared their roots and origin, yet was purer and more profound than theirs.
The Pangu Phantom slowly opened its eyes. Those eyes, bright as the sun, moon, and stars, held no extraneous emotion, only the clarity that saw through all things.
It lowered its head to look at the Three Pure Ones, then sent out three rays of chaos-colored light, one into each of their brows.
This was using Pangu's Power as a mirror.
Under the Pangu Phantom's illumination, no detail in the depths of the Three Pure Ones' Primordial Spirits could hide.
The Three Pure Ones closed their eyes and looked inward at the same time, guided by their Father God's power as they probed the most secret corners of their own Primordial Spirits.
Silence fell over the Three Pure Ones Hall once more, but that silence was not empty.
All three drove their divine senses to their limits beneath their Father God's phantom's illumination.
Like three sharp blades, they dissected their own Primordial Spirits layer by layer.
Time lost its meaning amid that utmost concentration.
After an unknown length of time, Yuanshi Tianzun was the first to open his eyes.
His expression was exceedingly grim.
"I found it."
His voice was low and icy. "Deep within our Primordial Spirits, at the point connecting us to the Heavenly Dao, there is an exceedingly faint mark.
"That mark is extremely well hidden. Without using our Father God's power as a mirror, it would be almost impossible to discover.
"It does not directly alter our wills. No one could do that.
"But it subtly amplifies our aversion to the Witch Clan, while also making the Witch Clan feel the same disgust toward us.
"This influence