The great formation dispersed, and the vast, majestic pressure within Pangu Hall slowly faded.
Pangu's Heart still beat steadily above the vaulted ceiling, each pulse stirring a resonance among the laws within the hall.
But that resonance was no longer as intense as when the phantom images had merged. It had returned to its usual gentleness and solemnity.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones each regulated their breathing, recovering the essence blood and Primordial Spirit power they had expended to drive the formation.
But the atmosphere in the hall was already utterly different from before.
That subtle sense of closeness had not vanished with the phantom images. Instead, it grew clearer, like the lingering warmth of blood relatives reunited after a long separation.
Di Jiang sat upright in the seat of honor, his eyes half-closed, the power of space circulating ceaselessly around him.
He could clearly feel the gap left by the severed restriction deep within his true spirit slowly healing.
And the way it healed was completely different from before.
In the past, an invisible barrier had separated his true spirit from his flesh, and his will could only perceive the Heavenly Dao through a Law Deity acting as an intermediary.
Now that the barrier was gone, direct communication between his true spirit and flesh had become possible for the first time.
Though this was only a beginning, though truly bringing forth a Primordial Spirit would still require long ages of accumulation and insight, that door had already opened.
It was not a Law Deity replacing a Primordial Spirit, but the true spirit itself gaining the possibility of condensing one.
This was a hope the Witch Clan had never possessed throughout its countless years.
Zhu Jiuyin felt it even more clearly than Di Jiang.
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