Chapter 136

The True Spirit enters the physical body, the Dao Fruit merges with the dantian.

As Hou Tu's words, seeming to contain immense power, fell, vitality rapidly burst forth within Pangu, whose eyes had been closed and breath wandering; under the gaze of the world, under everyone's watch, Pangu... slowly opened his eyes.

Pangu, resurrected!

"I... have been resurrected?"

His memory remained stuck before the separation of heaven and earth; looking around, sensing the familiar yet strange auras nearby, Pangu murmured with a dazed expression, momentarily bewildered.

Did I not die?

Have I truly been resurrected?

Boom!!!

As if an invisible roar spread, the entire Primordial World trembled; all the powerful ones of the Primordial World were greatly shaken in spirit, their pupils shrinking slightly.

He is truly resurrected!

Even though they had prepared, seeing Pangu truly resurrected, one can imagine how surging the hearts of the powerful were; after all, this was Pangu, the Creator God of the Primordial World, the Pangu who created everything!

"We congratulate Father God on his resurrection!"

"We congratulate Father God on his resurrection!"

"We congratulate Father God on his resurrection!"

In perfect, unspoken accord, the moment resurrection occurred, figures appeared before Pangu; all the powerful ones of the Primordial World knelt on one knee and shouted loudly, their eyes filled with fanaticism and excitement.

"Father God, you have finally been resurrected; we have waited for this day for far too long! Without Father God, how could we exist today? Please, Father God, accept our bow!"

Their passionate, Di Jiang voices echoed through the Primordial World; the Three Pure Ones, tears in their eyes, rushed straight to Pangu and choked out their shouts.

"..."

The crowd of powerful ones of the Primordial World.

You all know how to act, don't you?

"..."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were bewildered.

Is this the Father God you resurrected, or the Father God we resurrected?

Also, who exactly are the descendants of Father God? Why do you look more exaggerated than us?

It has changed, the Primordial World's atmosphere has truly changed.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, eyes dazed, stood frozen in place for a long time without reacting.

Not only the Twelve Ancestral Witches; Pangu himself was also bewildered, fell into deep thought, and then fell into deep thought again.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What must I do?

Glancing over, seeing the powerful ones of the Primordial World before him, moved to tears, Pangu was momentarily speechless and somewhat dazed.

"Did the bloodline descendants I originally created number this many? It seems not, right?"

"Also, what exactly is going on here?"

"Although I left a sliver of life, I only held onto a slim hope of luck back then; given the state of the Primordial World, how could I possibly be resurrected?"

Pangu was bewildered, his mind filled with a hundred thousand questions; his massive body stood lost between heaven and earth, feeling a sense of disorientation.