Purple-gold escape light descended from the horizon, and Pan Xuan and Randeng emerged side by side, landing before Pangu Hall.
The sky over Mount Buzhou remained vast and boundless. The stellar curtain of the Zhoutian Star Dou Great Array slowly revolved overhead, the golden blood in the Blood Pool gently surged, and the Five Innate Spiritual Roots grew quietly beside the pool.
Setting foot on this land for the first time, Randeng let his gaze linger on the ancient structure of Pangu Hall for a long while.
He had taken form from the First Coffin Between Heaven and Earth, and his perception of life, death, and annihilation was keener than anyone else's.
Standing before this sacred hall formed from Pangu's Heart.
He could clearly sense that vast, ancient pulse.
It was Pangu's lingering will, the heart of creation that still beat without cease after the sundering of heaven and earth.
When Pan Xuan led Randeng into Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones were already waiting inside.
Seeing Pan Xuan return, everyone rose to greet him, their gazes lingering on Randeng for a moment.
Randeng was as lean and composed as ever, his gray Daoist robe unstained by a speck of dust, his bare feet touching the ground. He held the Glazed Lamp in his hand, its flame tranquil and warm.
Facing a hall full of Primordial Origin Golden Immortals, he remained as calm as ever and pressed his palms together in greeting.
Once everyone was seated, Di Jiang spoke first, his voice steady and solemn:
"Brother Pan Xuan, we Twelve Ancestral Witches have finished gathering all of Father God's auras on the Primordial Continent."
He swept his sleeve, and twelve differently colored lights shone within the hall.
The breath of space gathered by Di Jiang