"Shameless."
The obsession corpse fired back without hesitation.
"You witches call Pangu your Father God, but did Pangu acknowledge that? Did he ever admit it? You're all parasites. Your Witch Clan merely came along earlier, while our Human Clan came later. Why dress it up in lofty rhetoric?
"Just look at yourselves. Across the Primordial World, which mighty cultivator doesn't aspire to reach the highest realm and take on a body with four limbs and a head, just like Pangu?
"We humans are born that way. Though weak, we have limitless potential, and we already possess the form you dream of attaining.
"If we really want to argue about it, we humans are Pangu's true descendants!
"Your Witch Clan can step aside!"
The obsession corpse still felt the tirade had not been satisfying enough.
The Evil Corpse had already reached out to stop her.
"You can't put it that way. We still need to wait a little longer."
As he spoke, the bloodline throughout his body transformed.
Then a Pangu Dharma Body coalesced, identical to the one the Witch Clan had formed earlier.
Only, because he had cultivated for so little time, it still had some flaws.
Yet its face was Ye Zhuo's!
In other words, through the Great Firmament Heavenly Immortal Dao, everyone could be Pangu, while still remaining themselves.
That was something the Witch Clan would never experience.
"Nothing but a flawed imitation. Behold our divine might!"
Seeing someone imitate the Pangu Dharma Manifestation enraged the Twelve Ancestral Witches enough to make their heads ache.
They unleashed the All-Heaven Formation again, intent on slaying the false Pangu before them.
"Quit waiting. If I die, neither of you can win with your power alone."
Those words came from the Evil Thought Corpse.
The good thought corpse turned into a