Whoosh!
Light and shadow shifted. In no more than an instant, the three of them had arrived within an independent world.
This was Pangu Hall.
There were no sun, moon, or stars within the hall, yet it was illuminated with incomparable brilliance by vast divine radiance.
At the very highest point of the hall stood a Pangu statue, one hundred and twenty-nine million six hundred thousand zhang tall. It held the Pangu Axe, its muscles knotted and powerful, its gaze solemn and resolute. The three thousand Great Dao laws flowed and coiled around its body, while threads of golden Creation Merit light slowly drifted down, blanketing the entire hall.
The walls around the statue were covered in ancient murals—
From the first opening of Chaos, to the giant axe splitting Yin and Yang, then to the three thousand Great Dao Demon Gods shedding their blood as heaven, earth, and all things came into being one after another. Every stroke carried the vast, primitive aura of ancient desolation, vividly recreating that epoch-defining spectacle of creation.
Dense earthly baleful turbidity sank heavily downward, condensing upon the ground into thick blackish-brown soil. Setting foot upon it, one felt the earth as steady as a mountain, eternal and unmoving;
Pure innate spiritual energy curled upward, forming multicolored clouds, mist, and drifting rosy vapors in midair. They swept with the wind, and with a casual scoop of one's hand, one could gather a palmful of lustrous spiritual liquid.
At the center of the hall, the enormous Pangu Blood Pool churned and boiled. Waves of blood repeatedly crashed against its walls, releasing deep roars like rolling thunder.
Newborn Great Witches and Lesser Witches emerged from the blood pool one after another, bearing innate earthly balefulness and killing intent. After bowing in salute, they withdrew from the