The void!
To the beings of the Primordial World, those words alone represented the most mysterious existence since ancient times.
Hongmeng gave birth to Chaos, and Chaos gave birth to the Primordial World!
And before Hongmeng lay the true void.
It was an existence beyond anyone's reach.
Even the sages of the present age, or the mightiest of them all, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, could not reach it.
Precisely for that reason, all living beings had naturally assumed that the void of old had been utterly silent, a state in which nothing existed.
Who could have imagined that today, they would learn such horrifying news from Pangu's surviving true spirit!
Beyond the void, there were even more terrifying existences?!
Moreover, even Pangu's true spirit had plainly stated that their power was difficult for him to match.
Naturally, he was not referring to his state as a surviving true spirit, but to Great God Pangu at his peak.
They could no longer imagine just how terrifying those existences were.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood dumbfounded, lost in a daze!
Even after they finally came to their senses, they could only exchange glances, their mouths slightly open, their faces filled with unconcealable horror and shock.
"Is... is this really true?!"
"Heavens, I can no longer imagine what kind of beings could be older and stronger than Father God!"
"Or... do they even fall within the realm of living beings?!"
"We Primordial World Cultivators all call ourselves immortals."
"Yet before those existences Father God spoke of, perhaps we would be nothing more than ants, crushed with a single blow."
Insignificant!
Far too insignificant!
That was what the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the others all felt at that moment.
They had never imagined that, after devoting their entire lives to tireless cultivation, they would finally