At that moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches all looked toward the eastern horizon of the Primordial World, where the familiar voice had come from.
That ancient, mighty voice had truly shaken the Twelve Ancestral Witches to their cores!
To them, that decaying, ancient voice had been the cry of their Father God, Pan Gu!
Meanwhile.
At the far western edge of the Western Continent of the Primordial World.
Daoist Hongjun was still searching for the Devil Ancestor Luo Hou.
At that moment.
When he heard that decaying, ancient voice, he stopped in his tracks, his loose Daoist robes trembling.
"Pan Gu, it really is Pan Gu! Has that fiend truly come back to life?!"
Daoist Hongjun turned pale with fright.
His first reaction was even to abandon his search for the Devil Ancestor Luo Hou.
Nor did he continue letting his presence descend upon the world of the Primordial World.
Instead, he immediately returned to the slopes of Mount Kunlun and hid in his thatched cottage, which could conceal every heavenly secret and decree.
He must not let the resurrected Pan Gu discover his whereabouts!
Daoist Hongjun was not the only one scared enough to wet himself.
The surviving remnants of the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods, hiding in dark corners across the Primordial Continent, were all trembling.
At that moment.
They each retreated into their original hiding places within the Primordial World.
They also entered the river of time and wiped clean every mark they had left at historical junctures.
Fangzhang Island, the independent world.
At that moment.
Lin Tian had already swept the trembling Ghost Chariot into his Seventy-Two Heavens Worlds.
The Chaos Good Fortune Vine coiled around the countless origin laws Lin Tian had devoured and refined while molding earth to create people.