Suddenly, a Demon Howl rang through Panshen Valley. A mass of black stuff flew out from behind Lu Feng and enveloped his entire body like a mire, leaving only his eyes and other facial features exposed.
Along with the Demon Howl, an indescribably powerful aura swept across Panshen Valley, startling everyone and filling their hearts with dread. Those with insufficient strength even felt their legs tremble.
At the same moment, the Pangu Statue, which Lu Feng had assumed was a fake, suddenly blazed with golden light that stretched ten thousand fathoms high. Waves of mystical music rose from it, answering the Demon Howl like a zither and a lute playing in harmony.
At that moment, the Pangu Statue seemed to come alive. Everyone could see his eyes grow unfathomably deep, like an endless starry sky hiding countless secrets.
"The ancestral god! Our ancestral god Pangu has manifested!" someone from the Witch Clan suddenly shouted, falling to their knees and kowtowing over and over.
The reaction spread like a gust of wind. Almost every member of the Witch Clan knelt and bowed repeatedly, even the heads of the various families.
Ever since they had obtained this Pangu Statue, it had stood here, receiving their worship in the ancestral god Pangu's stead. It had never displayed any unusual phenomena before. Could this sudden manifestation mean that Great God Pangu was returning?
On the sea tens of thousands of miles away, the High Priest stared in astonishment. This had clearly caught him by surprise. Only after a long while did he seem to recover, shaking his head as he said, "So that's how it is. It's actually his aura. No wonder it could make the Pangu Statue react. This way of handling things is a little shameless, but it isn't going too far."