"Hum!"
A low humming sound rang out.
A hum suddenly reverberated within Pangu's Chaos God and Demon body, hundreds of millions of feet tall, and rays of seven-colored divine light spilled out of the Pangu True Form.
Before everyone's horrified eyes, web-like cracks spread across Pangu's body in an instant. Seven-colored divine light enveloped the boundless aura of the great Dao law of strength, which pierced heaven and earth.
"This..."
"How could this be?"
Everyone stared in horror at the terrifying changes sweeping over Pangu's body, unprecedented fear filling their eyes.
Was Pangu's body collapsing?
At this sight, all the myriad beings of the Primordial World felt a pang of reluctance to part with him.
During the World-Creation Tribulation, Pangu had slain the Three Thousand Chaos Gods and Demons single-handedly. Then, with his head holding up the heavens and his feet planted upon the earth, he had stabilized earth, fire, water, and wind, separating the pure and turbid energies.
In the end, he had exhausted his strength and fallen.
Now, after countless ages, the Primordial World had faced an unprecedented crisis once more. Amid the cries of its myriad beings, his heroic spirit had journeyed back across the ages.
The world-destroying tribulation had only just passed, and everything had seemed about to take a turn for the better. No one had expected this to happen.
For a moment, grief that could not be concealed rose in everyone's eyes.
This parting would likely be an eternal farewell.
Not only the myriad beings of the Primordial World, but even the two fellow disciples Jieyin and Zhunti, who had been savagely tormenting Ancestor Minghe's Blood God Son avatars outside the Netherworld Sea of Blood, showed a rare trace of sorrow.
"Amitabha. Great God, may you depart in peace."
Jieyin and Zhunti sat cross-legged