Taiqing Laozi's Yin-Yang Qi harmonized the Twelve Ancestral Witches' power of laws into perfect balance, preventing them from clashing.
Yuanshi's light of chaos extended the Divine Dao Network's tendrils into every corner of the starry sky, providing Randeng with the most precise locations.
Tongtian's Immortal-Slaying Sword intent split into countless fine threads of sword intent.
Like an invisible sword net, they locked onto the traces of Father God's presence scattered throughout the desolate star regions, one by one.
They prevented those traces from being torn apart by stellar gravity during the retrieval.
Randeng sat cross-legged at the center of the gathering, his hands forming seals, while the Funerary God Law Deity between his brows shone with unprecedented brilliance.
He slowly closed his eyes, using his funerary authority to sense the traces of Father God's extinguished presence that had lain scattered across the starry sky for countless ages.
Father God's eyes had become the sun and moon, and the Sun Star and Taiyin Star still held the last warmth of his gaze.
That was Pangu's final gaze upon the beings of the Primordial World, the warmth and pure radiance in which all living things had bathed since their birth.
Pangu's hair and beard had become the stars, and every star contained an exceedingly faint trace of Father God's presence.
Some lay hidden deep within stellar cores, some clung to meteorites on the stars' surfaces, and some drifted slowly along the stars' orbits.
These traces were entirely different from those the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered on the Primordial Continent.
The traces on the continent tended toward vitality and weight, while those in the starry sky tended toward stillness and remoteness.
It was as though, after transforming his body into all things, Pangu had left his final peace within that boundless sea