Shocking!
Utterly shocking!
Pangu's heart still existed in this world! It had not transformed into something like the Solar Star or Mount Buzhou. Moreover, wisps of Pangu's true spirit still clung to it, allowing it to speak. This, this... didn't that mean Pangu had not completely fallen?
"How is that possible?" The speaker was none other than the great Heavenly Emperor, the Witch Race's Witch Scribe-Gungun.
He stared blankly at the Jade Stone in Ju Mang's hand.
The Pangu Heart.
He had spent so many years with the Witch Race, yet he had never known they possessed such a thing!
"Gungun, Father God's heart has always been enshrined in Pangu Hall. This is the Witch Race's greatest secret. No one but the Ancestral Witches knows about it, not even Hou Yi or Quan Jiu," Houtu explained to Gungun.
Her meaning was clear: it wasn't that they treated him as an outsider. Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches knew; they had told no one else. Look at Hou Yi and Quan Jiu, two of the foremost Great Shamans. Surely they trusted those two absolutely? Yet they hadn't told them either. So they weren't guarding against him; they simply wanted to keep the secret.
Gungun did not accept this explanation.
Something this important, and I, your Witch Scribe, only find out now? You Witch Race have really gone too far, after all those years I spent working for you!
[You Witch Race have gone too far, after all those years I spent working for you!]
Houtu's face twitched as she heard Gungun's thoughts.
The mortal world had already reached the Great Ming era, so the term "working for you" had appeared, and Houtu understood what it meant. But... *You worked for us? Clearly, our Witch Race was the one keeping you fed! All