"Pangu?"
As Daoist Shichen's words fell, Bai Ze and the others, and even the mighty beings of the Primordial World who had narrowly escaped disaster, all paled and looked toward Dijiang and the other nine Ancestral Witches.
In the void of Chaos, the figures of Dijiang and the other nine Ancestral Witches had long since vanished. In their place stood a burly, curly-bearded man clad in animal skins, his chest bare and his features rugged, his powerful hands gripping a World-Cleaving Giant Axe.
"Pangu!"
"It really is Pangu!"
Though none of them had ever seen Pangu, the fierce trembling deep within their blood told them that this towering, boundless, curly-bearded man was none other than the creator of the Primordial World-Pangu himself!
No wonder the Twelve Ancestral Witches had harbored such resentment toward the Three Pure Ones for claiming to be the Pangu Orthodox Lineage.
At first, no one had understood. Strictly speaking, the entire Primordial World had been formed from Pangu's body after he exhausted himself creating the world and transformed into all things.
Everyone could claim some connection to Pangu.
Yet none of them had objected to the Three Pure Ones calling themselves the Pangu Orthodox Lineage. Why had the Twelve Ancestral Witches resented it so fiercely?
Only now did everyone understand!
Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches in this world could truly call themselves the Pangu Orthodox Lineage.
They themselves, and even the likes of the Three Pure Ones, fell far, far short. There was simply no comparison.
Who besides the Twelve Ancestral Witches could summon the Pangu True Form?
Could the Three Pure Ones?
Could they?
No!
Boom!
After Eastern Emperor Taiyi activated the Chaos Bell and joined forces with Daochen to drive back a Willow Branch, he looked at Daochen in shock. "Is what Dijiang and