Dao Ancestor Hongjun's words stunned the Destruction God-Demon. He thought them over carefully, but something still felt wrong.
Hongjun pressed further. "Besides, do you really think these Demon Gods can withstand Pangu? There's a reason Pangu's law of strength is the strongest law."
"The most fundamental strength is also the most powerful. If Pangu goes berserk, I'm afraid even I won't be able to talk him down. You might as well surrender now."
The Destruction God-Demon felt some regret. "I should never have listened to you. We should have joined the other Demon Gods and killed Pangu back then."
Dao Ancestor Hongjun sighed softly. "No one can kill him. Opening the heavens is his fate. Until he finishes, no one can touch him."
Just then, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's brows knitted tightly. He seemed to have uncovered a few secrets.
He looked toward Pangu-or rather, Daochen, who had taken Pangu's form.
He could not see the traces of fate, but he believed Daochen certainly could.
Were there traces of fate on Pangu at all? How many were there? How much had they influenced him?
Had Pangu truly fallen from exhaustion? Or had fate brought about his death?
If fate really was that powerful, why had it not controlled every living being from the very beginning?
Everything was a mystery.
The Destruction God-Demon could not accept this. Did he not even have the courage to fight?
With a resolute gaze, the Destruction God-Demon stepped forward. "You lot, I don't understand why you support Pangu opening the heavens. But I want Pangu to take one attack from me. As long as he withstands this powerful strike, I'll surrender."
He could not surrender without fighting even once. Pangu might be strong, but not so strong that he lacked even the courage to face him.