The Xuanhuang Dao Seed slowly rotated within the Taichu Zifu, while seventy-two ancient bronze lamps hovered at the center of the Pangu Ancestral Hall.
Liu Er’s fingertips brushed across the fragments of the bronze stele, and the roots of the Divine Wood suddenly began to tremble violently.
Those twisted Dao marks of Eternal Silence spontaneously reorganized on the surface of the stele, condensing into a relief carving of the First Pangu fighting a bloody battle across the sea of stars.
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