At this moment, as the light faded, Tangyu descended, put away the Pangu Axe, and his gaze involuntarily fell upon the statue of Pangu, feeling a mixture of gratitude and excitement in his heart.
Tangyu secretly clenched his fist: "Ancestor Pangu, I've received your inheritance of the Pangu Nine Axes. I will definitely carry it forward and never tarnish your reputation."
Retracting his gaze, Tangyu looked around and found numerous faces staring at him with astonishment. The crowd watching numbered one to two thousand. Faced with such a situation, Tangyu remained indifferent, with no cause for celebration, and he walked over to Shengyan Zhuangqian and the others.
"Let's go back," Tangyu said.
Zhuang Qian instantly laughed heartily, directly slinging an arm over Tangyu's shoulder: "Haha, Tangyu brother, so domineering, bow down. Luckily, we're brothers, grabbing onto your leg early. I feel my future happiness is really reliant on your support."
