Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

Pangu nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"A chance to survive in dire circumstances is rare."

He raised his right hand and gently tapped it with his index finger.

A soft golden light flew from his fingertips, disappeared into the depths of the Ruins of Return, and landed on the twin lotus flowers.

Under the golden light, the twin lotus slowly bloomed, its petals unfurling and radiating a soft glow.

The lotus stems gradually grew taller, and the lotus pods gradually became fuller, eventually transforming into two graceful figures.

Two goddesses were born from twin lotus blossoms.

One was dressed in white, exuding a gentle aura; the other was dressed in black, radiating a deathly, eerie light.

The two women exchanged a glance, then knelt down at the bottom of the Ruins of Return, bowing their heads in the direction of Pangu.

"Thank you, Father God, for your rebirth!"

Without Pangu's finger, it's unknown how long it would have taken for the two women to be able to conceive and be born.

Pangu smiled slightly, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Pangu traveled to every corner of the primordial wilderness, seeing every inch of land he had carved out with his life.

He watched the sunrise over the East Sea and the sunset over the West Mountain; he saw the grandeur of Buzhou Mountain and the majesty of Kunlun Mountain, and also caught a glimpse of the Three Pure Ones; he witnessed the bravery of the Wu tribe, the majesty of the Dragon tribe, the splendor of the Phoenix tribe, and the auspiciousness of the Qilin.

The evolution of heaven and earth has never stopped.

Even though he has passed away, the world continues to operate according to its own trajectory.

This is enough.

Pangu withdrew his gaze, strode back to the Pangu Palace.

Inside the Pangu Palace, the twelve Ancestral Witches had regained their human forms and were each seated cross-legged around the blood pool.

Their faces were as pale as paper. The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation had consumed a great deal of their lifeblood and magical power, leaving each of them severely weakened.

Originally, it was supposed to be the twelve ancestral witches who took over Pangu's body and controlled Pangu's true form.

But now, it has nothing to do with them anymore.

But the moment Pangu stepped into the hall, all the ancestral witches knelt down.

"Father God!"

Dijiang's voice choked with emotion; the unyielding Space Ancestral Witch's eyes were now filled with tears.

Zhu Rong lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Pan Gu's face.

Gonggong's face was pale, and his lips trembled slightly.

Houtu wept and prostrated herself on the ground.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, once domineering and invincible beings who roamed the primordial world, now knelt before Pangu like children, weeping uncontrollably.

Pangu's gaze swept over the twelve descendants who were formed from his own heart's blood, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"My bloodline is that of a shaman. I created all things with the power to create heaven and earth; you, with my essence and blood, became the shaman race. This is the will of Heaven, and also my own will."

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated throughout the Pangu Hall. Every word was like a great bell, stirring the hearts and minds of all the ancestral witches.

"Today, I have borrowed your bodies to return to the primordial world. Seeing that heaven and earth are settled and all living beings are flourishing, I am greatly comforted. However, I have already perished, and my true spirit is broken. I cannot remain in this world for long. Today, we part ways, and there will be no more days to meet."

"Father God!" Dijiang suddenly looked up, tears streaming down his face, and cried out, "Father God, you mustn't leave! The Wu tribe needs Father God, the primordial world needs Father God!"

Pangu shook his head, his eyes filled with love and compassion.

"My departure is not of my own volition. I have already perished. Now I merely borrow your power to take one last look at all the myriad things in this primordial world, and that is enough."

Though I am dead, my principles live on between heaven and earth, and my will resides in your blood.

He paused, then continued, "The Witch Clan, the Heavenly Court, and the Celestial Court divide the primordial world into three parts, but you must remember that although the Witch Clan is strong, it must not be arrogant; although its power is great, it must not kill indiscriminately. If you violate the laws of Heaven, you will surely be punished by Heaven."

This was his final instruction to the Wu tribe. If the Wu tribe could remember it, then the Wu tribe would surely prosper and look down upon the world.

Dijiang kowtowed, weeping bitterly, and said, "I will obey the teachings of my Father God!"

Pangu's gaze swept over the twelve Ancestral Witches in turn, imprinting each face deeply into his faint true spirit.

"I am leaving."

He uttered those three words, then slowly closed his eyes.

Pangu's true form began to dissipate.

Starting from his feet, his body transformed into specks of light, drifting like fireflies throughout the Pangu Palace.

The light fell to the ground, turning into colorful pebbles; it fell into the blood pool, turning into a chaotic liquid; it fell on the twelve ancestral witches, turning into warm power to replenish their damaged vital energy.

Pangu's true spirit grew dimmer and weaker.

"Father God!"

The twelve ancestral witches cried out in unison, their voices filled with reluctance and despair.

Pangu slightly opened his eyes, took one last look at them, and a smile appeared on his lips.

That smile contained love, relief, reluctance, and also relief.

Then, he vanished completely.

Heaven and earth grieve together.

Above the primordial sky, dark clouds gathered and lightning flashed.

The rain poured down, covering the entire prehistoric sky.

That was no ordinary rain, but the tears of heaven and earth, the way of heaven weeping for the departure of Pangu.

The mountains and rivers seemed to weep, as if mourning the departure of the Father God.

The flowers, grasses, and trees drooped their heads, their leaves covered with water droplets, like tears.

The seas are churning, and the waves are towering.

The entire dragon race surfaced, looked up at the sky and cried out, their voices filled with sorrow.

The immortal volcano erupted, and a phoenix soared into the sky, its cry sounding like weeping and lamenting.

On Qilin Cliff, the auspicious beast Qilin whimpered softly, tears streaming down its face.

In the Wu tribe, great shamans such as Hou Yi, Kua Fu, and Xing Tian knelt in the rain, letting the rain soak their entire bodies.

They looked up to the sky and howled, their voices filled with grief.

Inside the Pangu Palace, the twelve Ancestral Witches slumped to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Dijiang murmured, "Father God... Father God is gone..."

Zhu Rong slammed his fist into the ground, flames mingling with tears: "Why! Why couldn't Father God stay!"

Houtu silently shed tears, clasped her hands together, and prayed for Pangu.

Outside the palace, a torrential downpour was accompanied by thunder.

This is the saddest day since the beginning of time.

Except for Hongjun, who is far away in the chaos, no one is without sorrow.

Even the Three Pure Ones, who were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, felt sorrow from the bottom of their hearts.

They were transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu. Although they were worried and fearful, this was normal and did not mean that they were not saddened by Pangu's departure.

If Pangu could live without them, he would naturally be happy, but if he needed them to return, he would not want to.

This is perfectly normal; even Taiyi is unwilling to return.

Although they were able to exist because of Pangu and the others, they already existed and possessed their own will, so why would they be willing to return to the world?

In the Heavenly Court, Taiyi stood atop the Lingxiao Palace, his golden eyes gazing towards the Pangu Palace, remaining silent.

The mark left by Pangu on his brow was slightly warm, as if reminding him.

Although the Father God has departed, his will will live on forever between heaven and earth.

"Farewell, Father God," Taiyi said softly. "Taiyi will not fail in his trust."

Although Pangu is gone, his Dao will forever remain in every corner of the primordial world.

He was born from the sun that transformed from Pangu's left eye, and was the origin of the Great Japan. He was originally a part of Pangu, so it is not unreasonable to call him the Father God.