"Boom!"
The Hall of Gods was trembling incessantly in the void.
Pang Jian's first wave of attack, unleashed with the Nine Sun Heaven Strike, was effortlessly dissolved into nothingness by Fu Ya with the "Blades of Wisdom," aided by the power of the Hall of Gods.
Fu Ya stood tranquilly, with a long blade in hand, floating in the void. She looked at Pang Jian with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"You have a good father, pity..."
He slightly pulled up the corner of his mouth, his eyes piercing through all mystifying haze, as if seeing right through the nature of Pang Jian Yuan Shen, and chuckled, "He infused into you what he believed to be the mysteries of the Great Tao before you were even born. He also imprinted the traces of this Star River on you, allowing you to assimilate with the Star River of this realm once you left Purgatory."
"He did a lot for it, but it's still far from enough."
