Chapter 342: The Same Two Pictures
In the hall, Su Chen was stunned by Hou Tu's words and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Hou Tu's gaze landed on Su Chen, those gentle eyes now without a hint of a smile.
"You haven't answered my question."
Her voice was very light, but the laws of the earth in the hall vibrated slightly with this sentence, and the earthy-yellow halo on the stone slabs flickered uncertainly.
Su Chen was calculating rapidly in his heart.
Hou Tu had just said that this technique was "still being deduced, and the prototype has just been completed."
This meant that in the current era, the *Thirty-Six Axes of the Heavenly Gang* was not yet a finished product, yet he had the complete version in his hands.
If he said he had comprehended it himself, with his background as a human, he could not explain why he could comprehend the supreme physical tempering method of the Wu Clan that even the twelve Ancestral Wu were still groping for.
After thinking for a moment, Su Chen decided to make up a background in a half-true, half-false way?
"Ancestral Wu." Su Chen cupped his hands, his tone steady. "To tell you the truth, this technique was not comprehended by me myself, but obtained from a scroll."
Hou Tu's brows furrowed slightly.
"A scroll?"
Su Chen did not explain much, flipped his hand, and took out the wooden box containing the *Pangu True Form Picture* from his storage magic treasure.
The wooden box opened, and a scroll with a texture neither gold nor jade lay quietly inside.
Su Chen took out the scroll and unfolded it with both hands.
On the scroll, a god-man standing between heaven and earth held a giant axe, his posture containing vast Dao rhyme.
And on the right side of the painting, two twisted and coiled innate Dao scripts emitted an eternal charm—the two characters "Pangu."
The moment the scroll was unfolded, it seemed to be stimulated by the Pangu aura of Mount Wuzhi, and the two innate Dao scripts lit up on their own, a vast and indescribable Dao rhyme slowly overflowing from the scroll, crashing into the laws of the earth in the hall.
Seeing the *Pangu True Form Picture* displayed by Su Chen, Hou Tu's gentle and calm face revealed a shocked and incredulous expression.
"This is..."
Hou Tu's eyes froze; she took a step forward, arrived barefoot in front of Su Chen, her twelve-zhang body leaning down, her eyes fixed on the two innate Dao scripts on the scroll, her whole body trembling slightly.
"*Pangu True Form Picture*."
Hou Tu's voice was full of surprise; she had not expected to see this picture in Su Chen's hands.
The earthy-yellow halo representing the laws of the earth in the hall flickered crazily, indicating that Hou Tu's emotional fluctuations were very intense at this moment.
Outside the hall, Sun Wukong, guarding the door, felt the drastic change in the aura in the hall, and his hand was already reaching toward his ear.
But no sound of fighting came from inside, so he suppressed his temper and continued to wait.
Inside the hall, Hou Tu spent a full ten breaths suppressing her surging emotions.
She straightened up and looked at Su Chen with a completely changed gaze.
"Do you know what this picture is?"
"I know a little." Su Chen looked at Hou Tu's reaction, and the stone hanging in his heart fell instead. "This picture is named *Pangu True Form Picture*, and it records the true form of Great God Pangu opening heaven and earth, as well as two innate Dao scripts."
"And the technique I practice is hidden in this picture."
Hou Tu took a deep breath, was silent for a long time, and only spoke again after a while.
"In the Pangu Hall, there is a picture enshrined that is exactly the same as the one in your hand." Hou Tu's voice had returned to calm at this time, clearly having calmed her emotions.
Su Chen was slightly startled upon hearing this, but soon understood the reason, his face only slightly moved.
She continued: "That picture also contains Heaven-Opening True Intent, and the other Ancestral Wu and I spent countless years comprehending it, and also felt a trace of the possibility of 'tempering the body with evil Qi and promoting physical transformation'."
"But..." Hou Tu paused, her tone carrying a hint of unwillingness.
"The picture in the Pangu Hall only has the form, but does not record the complete technique inheritance. We can only rely on the vague insights in the picture to deduce it ourselves."
"We deduced for countless years, and only deduced the prototype framework."
Su Chen understood.
The picture in the Pangu Hall had the "Dao" but not the "Art."
And the scroll in his hand not only had the Heaven-Opening True Form of Great God Pangu and the innate Dao scripts, but also hid the complete technique of the *Thirty-Six Axes of the Heavenly Gang*.
The same picture, different content.
What did this mean?
Su Chen thought of the information interpreted by the *Heavenly Secret Treasure Mirror*—the technique in this picture was deduced by the twelve Ancestral Wu of the Wu Clan together.
A guess emerged in his heart.
This meant that in the future, the twelve Ancestral Wu would indeed deduce the technique.
This picture was likely the finished product after the twelve Ancestral Wu completed the deduction of the technique and carved the technique into it.
And the one in the Pangu Hall was the "semi-finished product" that had not yet been carved with the technique.
He came from the future, and the scroll in his hand was the final version after the Wu Clan completed the deduction of the technique.
And at this moment, the *Thirty-Six Axes of the Heavenly Gang* was still at the initial stage of deduction.
Hou Tu stared at the scroll in Su Chen's hand, and then at the technique circulating in Su Chen's body.
The true meaning of the technique was clear to her eyes.
Thirty-six axe techniques, every six as a layer, drawing in evil Qi to temper the body.
Six transformations, layer by layer.
This was exactly the direction she and the other Ancestral Wu wanted to deduce, and it was far more perfect and exquisite than the prototype they currently had.
Hou Tu closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, an extremely solemn look appeared in her eyes.
"Su Chen." Hou Tu called his name, her tone peaceful but serious. "I won't ask about the origin of this picture, nor will I ask why you can practice this technique."
"I only ask you one thing."
She looked up, looking straight into Su Chen's eyes.
"Are you willing to lend me this technique to read?"
Su Chen looked at this compassionate and majestic Ancestral Wu and was silent for a moment.
He did not agree immediately, nor did he refuse.
"Ancestral Wu wants this technique, for what purpose?"
Hou Tu did not hide it: "The Wu Clan cultivates the physical body, but the method of cultivation varies from person to person; those with high talent can become Great Wu, while those with mediocre talent will be no more than that for their whole lives. We deduced this technique to create a path that would give all Wu Clan children a chance to break the shackles of their bloodline."
"The technique in your hand is exactly the path we have exhausted our efforts to walk."
Su Chen secretly thought that this technique originally came from the Wu Clan, so he naturally would not refuse.
Su Chen said frankly: "This technique originates from Great God Pangu; if Ancestral Wu wants to borrow it, I am duty-bound. But I have practiced this technique until now, and although my physical body is strong, I have touched the upper limit of this technique. If I want to go further, I need deeper insights, and I want to break the upper limit of this technique..."
Su Chen did not finish his sentence, but Hou Tu understood what he meant.
She pondered for a few breaths and took a deep breath.
"In the Pangu Hall, Father God's heart is enshrined."
"It contains the purest power of Father God's life source and is the supreme holy land of our Wu Clan."
Hou Tu looked at Su Chen and said word by word.
"As long as you are willing to lend the technique, I will propose to Big Brother Di Jiang—to let you enter the Pangu Hall and comprehend Father God's heart." ===== CHAPTER 343 =====
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