Three thousand years were no more than a flick of the fingers in the Primordial World.
Within Pangu Hall, thirteen figures cultivated separately, the years flowing silently like the Xuanhuang Qi rising from the blood pool.
The Four Symbols Banana Tree grew quietly before the hall. After its leaves had been taken, the four-colored radiance upon its branches had dimmed somewhat.
Yet the four powers of origin-earth, water, fire, and wind-still circulated slowly within its trunk, awaiting their resurgence after countless origin cycles.
The Innate Gourd Vine had taken root beside it. Its seven flower buds gave off seven-colored light, complementing the lingering aura of the Four Symbols Banana Tree, as though speaking of some ancient rhythm.
Over these three thousand years, the Primordial World had not been peaceful.
Before the ripples of the first sermon at Zixiao Palace had faded, the news that Dao Ancestor Hongjun would achieve unity with the Dao spread like a thunderclap throughout the four seas and eight wildernesses.
Countless cultivators discussed it with relish, venerating Hong Jun as the Primordial World's first Sage and regarding Zixiao Palace as a sacred ground for cultivation.
Meanwhile, talk of the Witch Clan had gradually fermented over these three thousand years, growing from whispers within Zixiao Palace into open mockery across the Primordial World.
"The Witch Clan has no Primordial Spirit. They can't even comprehend the Heavenly Dao, yet they want to make it whole? What a joke."
"The Dao Ancestor's unity with the Dao is what will truly complete the Heavenly Dao. All that commotion the Witch Clan caused before was nothing but the antics of clowns."
"They're only prancing around the Primordial World on the strength of being Pangu's descendants. Once the Dao Ancestor achieves unity with the Dao, let's see how much longer they can