"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, why are you angry again?
I was only talking. Most people couldn't do it anyway.
Pangu transcended by proving the Dao all the same. We all know how, but who has succeeded?"
Ye Zhuo waved his hand, and over a thousand enormous handprints appeared across the Human Clan's lands, knocking the Violet Firmament Divine Thunder away.
As for anywhere else, Ye Zhuo naturally paid no attention.
After all, they hid in the shadows to eavesdrop, not daring to come in person. First, they showed no respect for their teacher; second, they were indecisive fence-sitters.
Why should he care?
Ye Zhuo was born into the Human Clan, so naturally, it was the Human Clan he protected.
Besides.
Though Pangu was an idol to countless beings throughout the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, he was actually the most unfortunate of them all.
After all, every attempt at proving the Dao meant starting over.
Those of the other mythic Daos could revive with a single thought.
Yet Pangu was dismantled the moment he reached the Highest World, without even a chance to truly claim a Mythic Da Luo standing.
Otherwise, with the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches invoking him every day, he would have long since returned to life.
Ye Zhuo even thought of another possibility.
Pangu was the last Da Luo of a bygone epoch and had become a mere tool ever since.
Besides, his Dao was inherently unusual.
"I have important matters to attend to and cannot interfere in the affairs of the Primordial World. Please do not bring this up too much, fellow Daoist."
Leaving those words behind, Ancestor Hongjun once again vanished beyond the clouds.
"Fellow Daoist, shall we play a game of chess another day? Meeting for tea works too."
Ye