The Chaos Stone Gate of Pangu Hall slowly closed behind Pan Xuan and Di Jun, giving a deep, ancient echo.
Every beat of Father God's heart carried through the walls of the hall.
That steady, ancient pulse struck the hearts of everyone present like a war drum, as though engraving an eternal witness to these secret talks that could change the balance of the Primordial World.
Above Mount Buzhou, the light of the Thirty-Three Heavens remained dazzling.
Layer upon layer of phantom firmaments formed thirty-three tiers of steps, stretching from the skies of the Primordial World into the unfathomable depths of the Great Dao's source.
The Law Patterns of every heaven flowed slowly, radiating an eternal, unchanging light.
They shrouded all of Mount Buzhou in a solemn, majestic radiance.
The gods of the Divine Dao and the Heavenly Court's army remained in their respective formations outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.
The tension of their confrontation, swords drawn and bows bent, had not eased because of Di Jun and Pan Xuan's secret talks.
Pangu Hall could block all perception; they had no idea what had happened inside.
Ji Meng stood at the forefront of the Heavenly Court's ranks with his battle-axe in hand, while Yingzhao hovered in midair with his azure wings spread.
Wild winds swirled around Fei Lian, and Jiu Ying's nine heads flickered in and out of sight behind him, each mouth gathering the light of laws of a different attribute.
Opposite them, Xing Tian held Ganqi, Kuafu planted both feet on the ground, and Hou Yi kept his Sun-Shooting Bow fully drawn, an edge capable of piercing all things gathering upon his arrow.
Both sides awaited their leaders' next orders, neither daring to act rashly.
When Pan Xuan and Di Jun emerged side by side from Pangu Hall, everyone's