Chapter 260

The battle between the sages and Pangu's true form has nothing worth saying.

Not exciting at all.

Don't judge by His ordinary human appearance; as the "Unifier of All Things", Pangu's true form possesses ultimate Pangu divine power that can suppress all laws!

In other words, this is a direct manifestation of "matter determines consciousness"; before the most primordial matter, any "law" that is a product of consciousness is meaningless.

This includes but is not limited to: spells, magical power, divine sense, treasures… In short, any immortal art whose essence is "consciousness determines matter" is useless against Pangu's true form.

The Immortal Dao is worthless before Him!

In a sense, your so-called "dharma-ending" and "decline of the dharma" are most primordially manifested in Him; even just standing there, all "dharma" are broken and fail.

If an immortal faces Him, he becomes a mortal; immortality, flying through heaven and earth, moving objects with thought… all these naturally vanish; true immortals will age and die, heavenly immortals will fall to their death, golden immortals will rot, and great golden immortals will turn mortal on the spot!

Half-sages fare slightly better, able to face Him directly without obvious discomfort, but the moment they make bodily contact, they instantly become mortals as well.

Only sages, only those who stand at the pinnacle of "consciousness", can fight Him without fear!

But limited by Pangu's divine power's absolute suppression, even sages fighting Him can only engage in bare-handed combat; all spells are effectively useless.

Thus, it is clearly a battle where the seven sages fight to protect themselves and all living beings against the world-destroying Pangu true form; theoretically it should be epic, legendary, and mythic, and the fight should be spectacular, looking impressive at a glance.

But reality shows only the following strange sight.

An old man and a beautiful woman, together with five sturdy men, seven people encircle a naked young man lacking even a shirt, wildly beating him……

The melee lacks any pattern or skill; some wield crutches, some long swords, some banners, some great cauldrons……

You throw a punch, I swing a sword, you swing a crutch, I swing a cauldron…… The scene is like a brawl on a costume drama set, even using the props from filming!

Unlike the sages' "prop contest", the pitiful Pangu true form has no weapon; He can only keep elbow-striking, elbow-striking, and elbow-striking again!

But obviously, the dim-witted Pangu's elbows can't handle these seven filial sons and daughters; the situation quickly becomes one-sided suppression.

Under the combined beating of the seven sages, the foolish Pangu true form is utterly unable to defend, instinctively covering his head and crouching, yet the seven gangsters show no mercy, surrounding him for a round of kicks……

It looks like Pangu's true form is being beaten terribly; this "patricide war" will soon end in a total victory for the seven filial sons and daughters.

But the sages' faces grow graver the more they fight: although they have clearly used all their strength in beating Him, theoretically even their master should be half-paralyzed and begging for mercy, yet this reborn father shows not even a hint of injury……

Obviously there's a big problem; everyone severely underestimated Pangu true form's strength!

The ultimate matter versus the ultimate consciousness; we thought relying on numbers to bully the few would secure victory.

But now it seems that even if the seven sages join forces against Him, they can only gain a superficial advantage, actually inflicting no damage……

The supreme truth that matter determines consciousness is undeniable! Even in the primordial world where consciousness determines matter, this most basic objective principle fully displays its power!

Even the combined strength of at least seven sages is still insufficient to topple a Pangu true form……

So…… Lord Jun! Where are you!

The seven sages can see that the senile, dim-witted divine father before them is acting overly foolish; obviously He only ate a foolish Heavenly Dao, and the Dao Ancestor has surely severed ties with the Heavenly Dao, not even knowing where he went to profit……

If the Dao Ancestor could hurry and join the fight, this battle might actually be winnable!

Lao Jun! Where are you?

!

Nether River: You come to form the head!

Lao Jun: ……

……

Within Pangu's true form's acupoints lies an excellent hiding place; the fragmentary world is stuck here, and the senile Pangu surely wouldn't think there's still this.

Because nobody would expect that this isolated fragment could actually withstand Pangu's refinement; clearly all other primordial substances have been returned to their origin and become part of Pangu's true form, yet this unremarkable little fragment stubbornly holds on! As for this, Dao Ancestor Junheng can't figure it out, just as he can't figure out where this fragment came from……

But still, I have to say:

Unexplainable, parallel spacetime!

The Dao Ancestor no longer dwells on this trivial matter, because right now Pangu's true form is the most important trouble: "If we can't topple Him, not only can we not recreate the primordial world, but even the sages and all beings will face catastrophe……"

The creator god who should be beloved by all beings has now unexpectedly become the lord of destruction! One creates, one destroys—both actually reside in the same person; this must be said to be an inevitable cycle……

Pangu's kindness is not yet repaid; Pangu's kindness must be repaid with life! "What to do?"

Seeing the anxious Xue Xuan and company, the Dao Ancestor falls into hesitation: nowadays, Pangu is battling his seven disciples; theoretically he should go out and join the fight!

But he has always harbored a slight doubt as to whether the sages can defeat Pangu……

The seven sages can't break Pangu's defense; even adding just himself likely wouldn't suffice.

So, he needs to find help.

The method Xue Xuan provided for summoning otherworldly sages to assist is clearly excellent!

But a new hesitation arises:

What kind of temperament will the otherworldly sages have? Will they really help me? After helping, can they still be sent away?

Inviting deities is easy, sending them away is hard; the Dao Ancestor deeply understands this principle.

But if we don't ask for help now, the situation will clearly worsen……

Alright! After an urgent weighing of pros and cons, the Dao Ancestor grits his teeth and claps his hands; purple qi suddenly arises! The purple qi splits into four parts—one strikes the fragmentary firmament, one strikes the Golden Crow true fire, one strikes the primordial force, one strikes the Zhou Tian stars! The four are stimulated; the first three soon violently tremble, producing obvious spatial undulations, and three vortices naturally form.

Only the Zhou Tian stars, after a brief shake, then fell silent……

……

Golden Bing Second Generation, the Zi Xiao Palace beyond the heavens.

The seated Dao Ancestor Junheng has always been tranquil; to assimilate body and mind and suppress the dull-witted Heavenly Dao, he has had no emotional fluctuations for a long time……

"Huh?"

He suddenly frowned: "Again, that missing fragment……"

From the Heavenly Dao's transmission, it's obvious the other side is deliberately luring! Should we go take a look?

After a moment's hesitation, he finally couldn't resist curiosity; following that faint spatial guidance, he projected a thought-form avatar over……

……

Jiao Ming's third life, the Purple Azure Palace in the Heaven beyond Heaven.

The meditating Hongjun immediately rose to his feet:

"It's the Dao friend's fire again!"

His face showed an expectant look, because after having once conversed with that otherworldly Heavenly Dao formed from Jiao Ming's true spirit, he had continually wanted to go take another look and discuss the Dao with that person.

Even if… that isn't Jiao Ming, but merely a new persona whose main material is Jiao Ming's true spirit! "But didn't he forbid me from crossing over again last time? How is he now actively summoning me? Could it be… not him?"

After hesitating, Hongjun projected a thought‑form avatar toward those spatial coordinates, no matter what—let's go take a look first and talk later!

……

Number Three Bird, Eternal Era.

Hidden among the Demon Race's populace, acting as a storytelling artist, Number Three Bird suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "It's the power of the Wasteland…"

Could it be a summons from that transcendent being? "You felt it too?"

A Heavenly Dao nearly identical to him appeared beside him, its face still showing a curious expression:

"Last time I went to find Him on my own initiative, but He didn't recognize me…"

Number Three Bird pondered for a moment: "The one opposite doesn't resemble Him; it's more like… someone else."

"Let's go take a look, together!"

"Mm."

Both of them each projected an avatar, and together they flew toward that illusory spatial coordinate.

……

Xue Xuan's second life, above the starry sky.

The 2.5 strips of Jun, which had been cut in half at the waist, had been feigning death with closed eyes, but He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes showing great curiosity: "Someone is summoning… is… another me?"

Such a marvel, unheard of, He immediately wanted to cross over to check the situation!

But as soon as He moved, the Yuan Slaughter Treasure Sword impaled in His chest twisted slightly, suppressing all of His power……

"Be honest!"

Minghe rebuked Him sharply, and only with great difficulty had he managed to re‑refine this ruined Wasteland a second time; he could allow no further variables, for how long the myriad spirits of the Wasteland could endure depended entirely on how long He could bear it, and of course he dared not be careless.

"I…"

The 2.5 strips of Jun were angry, wanting to defend themselves, but Minghe gave no chance no matter what, so they could only lie down with eyes closed: made dizzy with anger by my dog disciple!

I'm weary, let's annihilate!

……

Xue Xuan's third life, within Pangu's body, a fragmentary heaven and earth.

In the anxious gaze of the Dao Ancestor and Xue Xuan, Jin Bing, and the other Asura clan members, aside from the Zhou Tian stars, the other three primordial‑level gifts each underwent a change! Three vortices appeared almost simultaneously, two showing the Dao Ancestor's familiar purple hue, dreamlike and illusory, with a faint Heavenly Dao aura seeping from within……

Then another vortex appeared, showing a fiery red hue.

Yet despite the different color, this flame‑like vortex also emanated a Heavenly Dao aura……

Finally, four figures emerged from the three vortices.

Looking at the two wearing purple robes among them, everyone present, including the Dao Ancestor, couldn't help but widen their eyes, fearing they were hallucinating! And when the four opposite them saw each other clearly, they too were dumbfounded on the spot……

The atmosphere inevitably fell into silence.

【'I am the humble Daoist Hongjun.'×3】

【The three Hongjuns spoke in unison.】

【What was supposed to be a tense gathering of the holy ones from all realms suddenly became absurdly comical……】

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(End of chapter)