Max level Divinity: Summon Eastern Gods at the start of the game

This caused a complete change in appearance and voice, and his body swelled to a height dozens of times larger.

Golden Dao patterns formed the muscles, and the bones and blood were transformed from the golden liquid of the Great Dao.

That head of loose black hair, weathered and worn, perfectly embodies the word "most ancient".

His eyes, opening and closing, seemed capable of restarting eternity.

It's him.

It's really him.

The truest interpretation of "Heaven and Earth are watching from above," an ancient god who suppressed all the gods in the heavens, making them unable to raise their heads.

Rather than calling him a god, it would be more accurate to say that he was the beginning of everything.

"I have been waiting, in the past, in the present, and in the future."

"Wait for an answer."

The moment he spoke, everything in the world fell silent.

No one could hear what "he" said; they only remembered one word.

Pangu, the god, has returned to his rightful place!

In the Eastern Divine Realm, the taut nerves of the saints were finally released at this moment.

Led by Yuanshi Tianzun, all the holders of the Three Pure Ones, the Three Sovereigns, and the Three Books bowed in unison to welcome Pangu back to his position.

At this moment, no one cares about winning or losing, because it's meaningless now.

Jehovah's excited gaze also came to an abrupt end at that moment.

Because Mount Zhongsheng was split in two by a gentle stroke of an axe when Pangu returned to his position, and the saints scattered.

Withering away once again.

Without a doubt, this is a power that transcends the sacred.

It's beyond words.

Jehovah could not even imagine that a person could be this strong.

"Pangu!"

Jehovah mustered his courage and uttered those two words directly.

“You want an answer, and you’ve disrupted the balance of everything. I don’t understand why you’re determined to put the West, to put us, to death.” Jehovah vented his anger. “They all sing your praises, but to me, you are not great.”

In fact, Jehovah already knew this long ago.

The mythical arena has arrived, and the instigator of all this is not the innate saints, but the god Pangu.

It's not that the West has lost its influence and disrupted this balance.

Instead, someone jumped out.

"You are the culprit, you should never have existed."

Having revealed such a heavenly secret, Jehovah has already fallen into madness.

In his view, it was Pangu's existence that was intolerable to heaven and earth, to the Great Dao, and to the human world.

He should have died after the creation of the world, but he wanted to live.

To be precise, it's about wanting to exist, wanting to keep gazing at this world.

It is precisely because of this obsession that all the heavens and myriad realms are in chaos.

Only balance can reverse this chaos, therefore, therefore...

Either maintain the balance, or allow the two sides to become unified.

Clearly, Pangu did not achieve the latter.

Thus, the mythological arena came into being, reshuffling the pantheon of gods.

As for the outcome of the reshuffling, it really depends on everyone's fate.

Pangu's gaze was cold and indifferent; someone of his stature had long since become arrogant and disdainful of everyone.

But he calmly said, "I gave you a chance."

"Opportunity? What a joke." Jehovah sneered. "Your so-called opportunity is nothing but an excuse for you to slaughter the West."

"Haha, that kid has always been your shadow, hasn't he?"

"A mere shadow dares to claim to be the embodiment of destiny. If you wish to control the fate of everything, then come on."

"Kill me, and you'll be one step closer to that goal, won't you!"

Faced with the oppressive aura of the god Pangu, no one dared to utter a sound.

To everyone else, this was perhaps Jehovah’s greatest glory.

They thought that the god Pangu would be lenient and spare Jehovah's life.

"Yes, I'm just one last step away from getting the answer I need."

As Pangu spoke, the giant axe in his hand moved slightly, pointing at Jehovah.

"There's nothing we can do. We could have avoided this, but unfortunately, you lost this game, and you lost badly."

Pangu naturally heeded Jehovah's words.

But who can understand?

After the creation of the world, as the primordial ancestor of all things and the source of all heavens, he could not watch this world continue to function.

How tragic.

For Pangu, life and death were already beyond his grasp.

Countless karmic obstacles and karmic burdens ultimately amount to nothing more than a single sentence from Pangu.

"The West should step aside."