Pan Xuan slowly swept his gaze across the hall.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered, the Three Pure Ones were seated, and Pangu's heart beat slowly overhead, the Father God's presence permeating every corner.
He drew a deep breath and uttered one word: "Yes."
The hall fell silent for a moment.
Pan Xuan rose and stood in the center of the hall, his hands behind his back, his voice steady and solemn. "The Father God split heaven and earth apart and transformed his body into all things.
"His essence blood became the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and his primordial spirit became the Three Pure Ones.
"For countless ages, essence blood and primordial spirit have stood apart, flesh and spirit each following their own path.
"Now, the three fellow Daoists have personally confirmed the mark Hong Jun planted within the Heavenly Dao.
"And the fact that this mark can affect both the essence blood and primordial spirit lineages means it targets not one side, but all of Pangu's descendants.
"That being so, neither the power of essence blood nor that of the primordial spirit alone will suffice to eradicate this mark completely.
"We must reunite the Father God's flesh and primordial spirit. Even if only as a phantom, it will suffice to illuminate every hidden scheme within the Heavenly Dao."
Laozi sat upright on his meditation cushion, his eyes half-closed, Yin-Yang qi slowly circulating within them.
After a long silence, he spoke slowly. "Fellow Daoist Pan Xuan's proposal does indeed have merit.
"By merging the Father God's Fleshly Body Phantom and Primordial Spirit Phantom, we can briefly recreate his complete form from when he cleaved Chaos apart.
"That power will suffice to unleash an unprecedented upheaval within the Heavenly Dao and shake loose every mark concealed in the cracks between its laws.