They could only make one mistake!
If one day the Heavenly Gates were opened and an Ancient God descended, everything in this world would turn to ash.
Maintaining high vigilance across the near-boundless river of time was an almost impossible task.
...
One day, Pangu summoned his most prized disciples.
He had disciples numbering in the billions. One could even say that all living beings were his acolytes and their descendants.
But only seventy-two held the true title of Disciple.
Each one was a supreme prodigy from their respective race, as well as their race's most powerful figure.
Among them, there was even one from the Demon Race, bearing a blood-moon mark on their brow.
"I am going to die."
In the vision, Pangu's expression was calm as he spoke to his disciples.
All of them were shocked, finding it impossible to believe.
In their eyes, their teacher was immortal and virtually indestructible. How could he possibly die?
