Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Three: Voice Becomes Thunder — Resounding in All Directions

Volume Five: Body-Perish Dao-Transformation — Myriad Realms First Born

Pangu's voice — the deep, resonant tone that had spoken the first words of creation, that had commanded Chaos to part and order to arise — now detached from his dissolving throat and echoed across the sky. It became thunder: the great rolling boom that shook the heavens and made the earth tremble.

The first thunderclap was the loudest sound the world had ever heard. It rolled from horizon to horizon, bouncing off the Celestial Dome and reverberating through the Earth Veins. Every living thing paused; every spirit resonance quivered. It was as if the world itself had been struck like a great bell, and the note was still ringing.

After that first, cataclysmic peal, the thunder settled into a gentler rhythm. It would speak during storms, its voice accompanying the rain. It would rumble in the distance on clear days, a reminder of the power that had once shaped the world. And in the quietest moments, when the world held its breath, those with ears to hear could still catch the echo of Pangu's last words, repeating endlessly through the atmosphere: Let there be life. Let there be light. Let there be love.

Voice becomes thunder, resounding in all directions. The creator's final command would never stop echoing. It was written into the hidden laws of the world, a standing wave that would outlast mountains and outlive stars.