At the end of the road.
Dozens of ancient beings stood here.
"They still haven't come?"
"No matter how much origin there is, it's useless. Rather than cultivating in seclusion, I'd be better off eating more Dao Fruit."
"Dao Fruit? Aren't you afraid someone will eat you someday?"
"It doesn't matter. I have so many old friends. As long as they think of me, I can be reborn."
"No, we are still too weak. If we could become Hongmeng Da Luo, then even if all our friends died, as long as the Great Dao endured, we could still be reborn."
"Hongmeng Da Luo? Why don't you become a Highest Da Luo instead?"
In the eyes of Mythic Da Luo, there were no Sages.
Or rather.
None of them were members of the Human Clan, so naturally, they did not call them Sages, but Da Luo.
Mythic Da Luo, Hongmeng Da Luo, Highest Da Luo.
They respectively represented a dominant ruler of the Highest World, an invincible existence, and a legend beyond the heavens.
"Where is Pangu? Why hasn't he come out yet?"
"He's here! All he has left are his Dao Fruit and will. He has no physical body or anything of the sort, so he'll be easy to eliminate!"
"Attack!"
Streams of light shot forth.
Pangu glanced at them and immediately swung his axe.
What a bunch of trash.
There was no distinction of high or low, strong or weak, within the realm of Mythic Da Luo. There were only their respective Great Daos.
Whoever possessed the stronger Great Dao was truly strong.
Originally, they had always bullied Pangu because he lacked a physical body and a Primordial Spirit.
Who would have thought that Ye Zhuo had repaired Pangu this time? With a single axe strike, he slew a