The passage from another dimension into Honghuang lacked any great deity to suppress it. Powerful beings dispatched from the Primordial Realm into Chaos arrived just as the living creatures of Honghuang were engaged in a fierce battle against the formidable entities of the Three Thousand Realms of Chaos.
In the hearts of the denizens of Honghuang, Pangu was supreme. Every single living being in Honghuang remembered Pangu as a true ancient sacred spirit of Honghuang. Without Pangu cleaving open the heavens and earth, there would have been no Dao, no endless generations of sages emerging, and none of the society they knew today.
Suddenly, a wave of oppressive might swept through the chaotic void. A Daoist clad in cyan-blue robes stood in the void, the River of Time flowing beneath his feet.
Chapter 73