The tall figures of the twelve ancestral shamans, including Di Jiang, Hou Tushi, and Gonggong, appeared in the air. At the same time, the figure of Sanqing Taoist also appeared in the air.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Sanqing Taoist returned in this way. It is obvious that Pangu did not devour the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Sanqing Taoist when he returned, but chose to retain their true spirits.

When Pangu returned, he killed the Hongjun clan and cut off the shackles of the Great World of Conferred Gods. However, he chose to retire after his success, disintegrated on his own, and revived the disappeared Twelve Ancestral Witches and Sanqing Taoist.

In fact, if Pangu wanted to, he could have chosen to swallow the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Taoists to live forever in the world. But how could Pangu exist, how could he choose to swallow his own descendants to perfect himself?

It is impossible for him to choose to sacrifice himself to create the world and create all things.

The great road between heaven and earth and the sound of heaven gradually dissipated with the disappearance of Pangu. The Tao is as profound as Nuwa. The first few people to react were the first to react. When they saw the familiar figures and auras in the sky, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

He closed his eyes, with a look of astonishment and surprise on his face.

"Twelve ancestral witches, Taoist friends of Sanqing!"

Nuwa couldn't help but let out a low cry, just to receive the invitation. When Zhunti saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Sanqing Taoist, she couldn't help but clasping her hands together and smiling on her face.

But Nuwa's low cry alarmed all the powerful people, causing them to come back to their senses and subconsciously raised their heads to look into the sky. At first glance, everyone was stunned, and then their faces showed joy.

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