The Witch Clan members on Mount Buzhou were the first to sense the change.
They had been busy at their respective posts.
The warriors tempering their bodies in the cultivation secret realms stopped what they were doing.
The men sparring on the Drill Ground lowered their weapons, the clansmen transporting spiritual materials stopped to gaze at the sky, and the soldiers on patrol turned toward the summit.
They did not know what had happened, but the instinct deep in their bloodline that connected them to Father God Pangu told them.
This was something momentous, something greater than Di Jun attaining the Dao.
They looked up and saw the layered phantoms of the Thirty-Three Heavens.
They saw the Pangu True Body standing tall enough to support heaven and earth, and the pillar of chaos light piercing the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Without a word, they dropped to one knee together, pressed their right fists to their chests, and bowed toward the summit.
In Pangu Hall, Pan Xuan sensed it almost the instant the Thirty-Three Heavens emerged.
He had been discussing the Divine Dao System's next response following Di Jun's attainment of the Dao with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones.
The vast fluctuations of laws descending from above exploded like a soundless thunderclap deep within his divine soul.
The Star Divine Dao Seal trembled violently in his sleeve. Purple-gold Divine Dao light spilled uncontrollably from his cuff, resonating intensely with the fluctuations of laws from the Thirty-Three Heavens overhead.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones rose at the same time. Zhu Rong's Southern Illumination Divine Flame surged around him, Weak Water churned ceaselessly around Gong Gong, Di Jiang's brows knitted tightly, and the power of time circulated wildly within Zhu Jiuyin's clouded old eyes.
"The Thirty-Three Heavens."