Only Wei Lie was left of the Divine Feathers. Whether he was hailed as their forefather or the last of their kind, or viewed in terms of his incomparably mysterious current self, the Divine Feathers didn’t register as a threat to empyrean supremes so long as they weren’t a race.

But Pangu was different, he had all of humanity behind him.

He’d accepted a fate of being quartered and buried here because of them, and humanity had voluntarily been sealed into the ancient burial mound for him.

Yet Wei Lie was telling the primordial heavenly emperor that Pangu had never been buried here? It was a bone-chilling revelation.

“You don’t need to put on such a fake front,” Wei Lie suddenly snorted with laughter. “You’ve run circles...