The indistinct figure rippled like a reflection in water, drawing closer to the Real World.
The vortex seemed to connect to another realm. It had opened a passage and become a portal.
It was the domain of death, a passage for the dead to return, a portal between life and death.
No one could see what the person beyond the vortex looked like, but everyone knew who that figure was.
All the terrible sacrifices the Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix had made, all their efforts when no one knew if there was any hope, had finally yielded a promising result.
Pangu. It was Pangu, who had sunk into the Death Domain, unable to return. Now he was advancing toward the world of the living, seeking to reverse life and death.
The Dao body forcibly condensed from the Power Great Dao and other things, which carried Pangu's aura, had already been swallowed by the "world" beyond the vortex.
That Dao body had opened the passage at the cost of itself, becoming a sacrificial offering.
Pangu was not going to inhabit that Dao body and return in it.
It was merely something that had to be expended to bring Pangu back.
In a sense, the Dao body had been exchanged for Pangu.
"Pangu" had been traded for Pangu.
Well, more precisely, "Pangu" had been traded for a chance for Pangu to truly return. It had opened a passage.
Pangu himself had not completely returned yet.
But as the Great Powers watched that figure like a reflection in water, their hearts grew heavier.
This was different from the Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix's earlier efforts. Everything then had seemed fierce and harrowing, but there had been no real sign of success. Failure could have come at any moment, and there had been little