The body of the Pangu God dissipated, and the reactions of the people present varied.
The expression of the Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun did not change in the slightest, still carrying that sense of coldness and detachnt.
However, as the body of the Pangu God dissipated and the authoritative golden eyes disappeared, the figure of Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun also vanished.
Although the faces of Taiching Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shang Qing Tong Tian remained grim, their hearts couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Self-claiming to be the true lineage of Pangu, they felt no kinship when facing the Pangu God, but rather imnse pressure.
For the dissipation of the Pangu God’s body, their hearts felt no sorrow. Instead, they felt fortunate.
At the sa ti, sharing a similar sentint with The Three Pure Ones was Demon Ancestor Luo Hou.
With the disappearance of the Pangu God, the instinct written within the Chaos Demon Gods also faded away, and the fear in Luo Hou’s heart completely dissipated.
Originally, he had just co to watch the battle between Taiching Laozi and the Twelve Ancestor Witches, to join in the excitent.
Unexpectedly, this excitent made him experience a chilling fear, filled with terror beyond his control.
However, having lived through this, he realized just how profound the influence of the Chaos Demon Gods was on him.
He did not reject the inheritance of the Chaos Demon Gods, but he would not allow the Chaos Demon Gods to have such a severe impact on himself.
If not for this ordeal, he might not have even noticed the influence of the Chaos Demon Gods.
Now that he had noticed it, Luo Hou had secretly made up his mind to rid himself of the influence of the Chaos Demon Gods.
He would not allow another will within his body, not even the beginnings of one.
Zhunti Saint, Jieyin Saint, Nuwa Saint, Lady Ping Xin, and Emperor Jun, without any prior arrangent, all bowed deeply in the direction where the Pangu God’s body had dissipated, their expressions extrely solemn.
They were all beings who had received the gift of life from the Pangu God, using this gesture to express their gratitude towards the Pangu God once more.
However, Lady Ping Xin’s expression was filled with sorrow.
She had thought that the demise of the Twelve Ancestor Witches would bring about the revival of the Pangu Father God, yet she had not expected it all to be but an illusion.
Now, with the Twelve Ancestor Witches indeed having fallen and the Pangu Father God not revived, even though Lady Ping Xin had received a gift from the Pangu God, her heart could not feel joy, only a profound sorrow.
The only solace for Lady Ping Xin was the souls of the Witch Clan’s Twelve Ancestor Witches.
As long as the souls of the Twelve Ancestor Witches were not extinguished, they would not be completely dood.
anwhile, Lady Ping Xin also realized sothing - it seed that Emperor Jun could no longer obtain the rights to the Fengdu Ghost City from her.
Of course, Emperor Jun’s attention was not currently on the Fengdu Ghost City; he just wanted to comprehend the gift from the Pangu God as soon as possible.
The further advancent of his own life’s plane would also help him better understand the future path of the Dao.
Of course, they had also heard the conversation between Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun and the Pangu God.
They subconsciously felt surprised: the Pangu God was actually not a being from this space-ti!
But thinking more about it, this possibility seed far more likely than the potential resurrection of the Pangu God.
Crossing space-ti, the beings at the saintly level found it quite acceptable.
After all, in so small worlds, they could also traverse the past and future of the world.
For instance, in the worlds personally created by the six saints, they were capable of doing so.
In such worlds, the Heavenly Dao would be like the forr Great Dao, not subject to the currents of ti.
As different worlds have different essences and levels, they exhibit different phenona.
In the Primordial World, the laws of space-ti are rigorous. Perhaps only a being like the Pangu God could have traveled here.
The beings at the saintly level subconsciously thought of the Pangu God as coming from the past, but they did not know from what ti specifically.
After all, in this space-ti, the Pangu God had already transford into all things, completely perishing.
How could that Pangu possibly be the Pangu God from the future space-ti?
Now that the body of the Pangu God had completely vanished, the great battle between the Twelve Ancestor Witches and the Taiching Saint also ca to an end.
This battle, initiated by the Witch Clan with Lady Ping Xin serving as the ssenger to the Immortal Court, had reached its final outco.
The Immortal Court was thoroughly annihilated; East King, the four Primordial Golden Immortals, and the many beings within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation all fell.
Except for East King, whose sliver of pure Primordial Spirit was preserved by Taiching Laozi’s intervention, the rest had their Divine Souls thoroughly extinguished.
And the Witch Clan fought to the end with the Taiching Saint, with all Twelve Ancestor Witches rging into Pangu’s Illusion and perishing completely.
However, aside from Emperor Jun and Lady Ping Xin, the other beings at the saintly level did not realize that the souls of the Twelve Ancestor Witches had already fallen into Lady Ping Xin’s hands.
And the Taiching Saint suffered a severe injury to his right leg, the energy constantly hindering him from repairing his body.
He knew that this was the work of the Pangu God; after all, even the Twelve Ancestor Witches, despite condensing Pangu’s Illusion, did not have such power.
It was precisely because of this that the Taiching Saint felt even more depressed.
They should have been the closest beings, yet now, even his right leg had been affected.
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