Once the thought arose, he immediately put it into action. Guided by the Grand Formation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches transformed into hands, feet, shoulders, and a head, finally assembling into the likeness of Pan Gu.
Jieyin was startled by the sight, but he knew he could not afford to divide his attention now. Though he was not an orthodox heir of Pan Gu, he knew that after Pan Gu died, his Primordial Spirit had split into the Three Pure Ones, while his Fleshly Body had become the Ancestral Witches.
Thus, although the Ancestral Witches were born mighty, they lacked a Primordial Spirit and could never seek the Great Dao.
Although Lin Tian had now manifested Pan Gu's Fleshly Body, it lacked a Primordial Spirit, leaving this manifestation of Pan Gu a lifeless thing. As long as Jieyin suppressed Lin Tian's Primordial Spirit and prevented him from entering Pan Gu's body, victory would still be his.
As for Lin Tian, the World-Opening Strike he had unleashed earlier had already exhausted all his strength. He could only maintain this stalemate with Jieyin because he presided over the sacrifice. Otherwise, the moment Jieyin resisted, he would have faltered.
Even so, the Magic Power within him was steadily draining away, on the verge of running dry.
When that happened, Jieyin would come to kill him. Although he could revive, the sacrifice would be interrupted, forcing him to start over. But where would he find another chance to carry out the scheme he had just executed?
After all his painstaking preparations, all his intricate plotting, and all his efforts, was this the only ending he would get?
Lin Tian's heart burned with resentment, yet he could do nothing.
The Three Realms had already seen the two of them clearly through the Myriad Images Mirror. Everyone