It was not only the Saints who sensed the Saint Pagoda shatter. Houtu sensed it too.
Inside the Earth Emperor Hall in the Netherworld Realm.
"Ah!" Houtu sighed. She had never imagined this day would come so soon. Perhaps Gungun was right: when facing Hongjun, they must never judge him by ordinary standards.
When Hongjun became a Saint, she and the other Saints had still been mere children. To defeat him, they could not let their guard down for even a moment. And there was Luo Hou, too. Back then, he had fought four opponents alone. Though he had ultimately lost, he had also killed three mighty figures. Such a formidable enemy could not be underestimated either.
But it was too late for any of that now. The Saint Pagoda had shattered, and she had no choice but to face what came next.
Father God, please bless your daughter and let me win this battle. It concerns who will ultimately possess the Primordial World you created, and the future fate of our Witch Race. Father God... Houtu closed her eyes and prayed silently.
Then she opened her eyes and likewise transformed into a beam of saintly light, flying toward Chaos.
What she did not know was that, the moment she finished praying and set off, Pangu's long-petrified heart suddenly beat once inside the Pangu Hall, which still stood in the Mount Buzhou Ruins, and flashed with light.
The Heaven Beyond Heaven.
"Brother, hurry to the Demon Emperor Palace and find Eastern Emperor Taiyi. Borrow people from the Demon Race and prepare to set up the Zhou Tian Star-Dipper Formation," Gungun urged Ao Yue, gazing in a certain direction in the Depths of Chaos.
"Yes, but the gods of the Heavenly Court and the Demon Race alone cannot provide all