Chapter 127: Oh No, We

In ancient times, before the division of Yin and Yang, all was dark and formless, the primordial chaos, with no heaven, earth, sun, or moon—its shape like an egg, called Chaos.

Before Pangu opened heaven, there was no river of time and space, no myriad worlds—only boundless, infinite Chaos.

Nothingness seemed the eternal concept within Chaos.

The Dao is formless, nameless, limitless, supreme, without light or form, silent and empty, standing alone and unchanging, circling endlessly without exhaustion—it is the ultimate truth of nothingness and spontaneity.

The demonic gods of Chaos arose in response to the Dao’s mysterious mechanism, taking form from nothingness, standing within Chaos—they were the protagonists of this unique “era.”

“Sss, something’s off here!”

In Chaos, the [Dark Demonic God] was born from nothingness; when He awoke, His eyes carried a hint of daze.

Xiang Xuanqing, incarnated as the Chaos Demonic God, stood within Chaos, his entire being shrouded in the elusive, flickering light of the Dao; all he saw was darkness.

Or rather, he himself embodied the very essence of the Dark Dao.

The [Dark Demonic God], representing the Dark Dao, saw only blackness before him—wasn’t that perfectly natural?

“Strange and peculiar!” Xiang Xuanqing sensed everything around him—vast, boundless—and felt something was amiss.

“Where the hell did they send me?”

“Is this even the Great Opening War?”

The absence of Pangu Zhenren’s Dao realm made Xiang Xuanqing deeply uncomfortable.

Since inventing this unique method of Dao comprehension, he had experienced countless Great Opening Wars through the [Dark Demonic God]’s perspective.

Which one didn’t begin with him opening his eyes to see a giant man charging at him with a massive axe?

Which one didn’t end with Pangu Zhenren killing him in ever more creative ways?

“This time, I awoke right at the very beginning of the Chaos Demonic God’s gestation.” After realizing his situation, Xiang Xuanqing felt a ripple in his mind.

Had something truly changed?

Seeing Pangu within the Dao realm was not only harvesting the demonic gods’ wool—but also Pangu’s.

This method of Dao comprehension was not only something Xiang Xuanqing often visited alone, but also frequently joined with Wuyou, Minghe, and Wangchuan as a group.

Each change within the Dao realm always brought him pleasant surprises.

For instance, the three stages of Pangu’s opening—youth, middle age, and old age—were discovered during their group runs of the Great Opening War.

Likewise, the collaboration between the Qiankun Demonic God and the Shencang Demonic God, and the dialogue between the Haoran Demonic God and Zhenren—these were major shifts.

And now, entering the Dao realm as the Sanqing delegation, an unforeseen situation had indeed emerged.

“Also, this time it seems I’m not just an observer—I have autonomy?”

“Does that mean I’ve truly become the Chaos Demonic God?”

To test his current state, [Dark Demonic God] Xiang Xuanqing reshaped the true body of the Chaos Demonic God.

Xiang Xuanqing redefined everything around him.

From nothingness arose the primordial Qi; from Qi took form—this was the Tai Shi state.

Now Xiang Xuanqing was certain.

“I’m still me—just that within this Chaos, I’ve become the Dark Demonic God?”

Xiang Xuanqing muttered: “My goodness—is this even my own Dao realm?”

Xiang Xuanqing now seriously suspected he wasn’t merely inside the Dao realm—he might have linked to another timeline.

Not necessarily the true ancient Chaos before the opening, but at least some evolution or projection of that ancient Chaos.

And coincidentally, this projection’s current connection point was precisely the Dao realm where his three brothers had entered.

“Too coincidental?” Xiang Xuanqing’s lip twitched—they had used this method to comprehend the Dao purely because Jing Yao Shangzun had asked about the Kan trigram, and Xiang Xuanqing had impulsively decided to come here.

Could there be coincidences in the Honghuang Zhenjie? Perhaps—but never this coincidental.

“If this isn’t coincidence, then who did it? Was it us after transcendence—or…” Xiang Xuanqing pondered, then thought of a certain figure holding a massive axe, skilled in “correcting” everything.

If the instigator was themselves, that would be explainable.

But if it was Pangu Zhenren…

Logically, if the three thousand demonic gods didn’t stir, they could simply lie idle within the ancient Chaos before the opening.

Then as the creator god who ended the Chaos era and opened the Honghuang Zhenjie—Pangu—if he grew bored lurking in Chaos, what would he do?

“Stop thinking. If I go further, this becomes a horror story.” Xiang Xuanqing quickly suppressed his suspicions.

Though slightly disrespectful, Xiang Xuanqing now suspected the Great God Pangu might not be very serious.

“Better go find Jingyao and Yuchen first.”

Xiang Xuanqing sensed no presence of the [Destruction Demonic God] or the [Five Elements Demonic God].

“Should I just wander through Chaos?”

The moment Xiang Xuanqing willed it, as the [Dark Demonic God], he had just refined his Dao.

He reversed the path of darkness and stepped out of the origin of darkness.

“Wait a minute!”

“I remember there was a Dao artifact.”

The chaotic currents surged; [Dark Demonic God] Xiang Xuanqing retraced his steps along the Dark Dao.

He reached out and pulled from the origin of darkness a long banner, triangular in shape, with six fluttering tails beneath, thick black qi swirling around it.

The Six-Soul Banner—the Dao artifact of the Dark Demonic God.

Its primary function was to govern darkness; its secondary effect was to enable “curse-killing.”

“Though useless against Pangu, it should be quite handy against other Chaos Demonic Gods.”

Beneath Pangu’s axe, all beings are equal.

That single axe blow didn’t just kill one way—it severed countless, incalculable futures.

When Xiang Xuanqing participated in the Great Opening War through the [Dark Demonic God]’s perspective, he’d experienced many deaths.

For example, the [Dark Demonic God] once tried using the Six-Soul Banner to curse Pangu to death—and ended up cursing himself to death.

“But the Dark Demonic God was stupid. If it were me, I’d definitely rally the other Chaos Demonic Gods for a big move.”

Xiang Xuanqing fantasized: “Write Pangu’s name on all six souls of the banner, then have all three thousand demonic gods bow to it together—maybe we’d at least wound Pangu a little.”

Hoping the Six-Soul Banner alone could kill Pangu was pure fantasy. Better to just make him laugh to death.

Xiang Xuanqing held the Six-Soul Banner and walked for a long while through the boundless Chaos.

This endless, mysterious Chaos seemed to contain nothing but him.

As he searched for traces of other Chaos Demonic Gods, he also experienced the Dark Dao.

He studied the Six-Soul Banner and from it comprehended a curse-killing technique.

“The Nail-Head Seven-Arrow Technique.” Xiang Xuanqing nodded slightly: “Not bad—but the casting time is too long; not as effective as the real Six-Soul Banner.”

Still, Xiang Xuanqing was satisfied—this wasn’t a real timeline; gaining even a little insight made the journey worthwhile.

Xiang Xuanqing casually equipped this curse-killing technique with a set of Lingbao: a demonic “person” doll, two soul lamps, a bow, and seven arrows.

In Chaos, other spiritual objects were hard to find, so Xiang Xuanqing simply created them from nothing—whatever he imagined, he shaped.

By the time he had fully explored the Dark Dao, studied the Six-Soul Banner, and equipped the curse-killing technique with its Lingbao, he still hadn’t found a single Chaos Demonic God.

“Strange—is this an isolated timeline?” Xiang Xuanqing searched for a long time, finding nothing.

Looking at the Dao artifact in his hand, he thought of a solution.

“What if I randomly curse one demonic god?”

Following that curse, maybe I could find another Chaos Demonic God.

Xiang Xuanqing was a man of action—he acted immediately.

He wrote [Light Demonic God] on the cursed doll.

The Dark Demonic God had mentioned to him that this was his “good brother.”

He placed one lamp atop the [Light Demonic God] doll’s head, another beneath its feet, then began his worship.

After three deep bows, he shot an arrow into the doll.

After a while, he bowed again—and shot another arrow.

If any other Chaos Demonic God passed by, they’d witness a bizarre scene: in the darkness, a colossal Chaos Demonic God “devoutly” worshipped the [Light Demonic God] doll, and after bowing, still took care to “offer” a golden arrow.

The demonic god chanted as he worshipped.

“Light Dao friend, I am a pitiful demonic god lost in darkness.”

“May your Light Dao guide me, and help me escape this darkness!”

[Dark Demonic God] Xiang Xuanqing cursed the Light Demonic God while chanting absurd prayers.

He didn’t know if this would work in this peculiar timeline.

But he was bored—might as well play.

“What’s going on? I’ve just awakened—why do I have thoughts of falling asleep?”

The [Light Demonic God], barely revived and still within the origin of light, felt his consciousness gradually blur—he vaguely saw a demonic god bowing to him again and again.

Each bow made the Light Demonic God’s awareness dimmer.

When a cursed arrow struck, the Light Demonic God’s mind-sea was struck as if by a giant hammer, suffering severe damage.

Xiang Xuanqing bowed twenty-one times and fired seven cursed golden arrows; the Light Demonic God’s consciousness grew ever more blurred.

Slowly, shadows began to cloud the Light Demonic God’s spirit; dark light enveloped his head.

“Who is this?”

The [Light Demonic God] felt terrible—he pressed his brow, and the urge to sleep grew stronger.

“Darkness… pitiful demonic god… needs the guidance of light… then… as you wish.”

The newly awakened Light Demonic God couldn’t withstand Xiang Xuanqing’s antics—he fell into deep sleep.

But in the final moment before falling asleep, He actually responded to Xuanqing, curling a finger toward the boundless chaos.

A beam of light shot forth, and the light, in accordance with Xuanqing’s prayer, provided directional guidance.

“Huh? It actually works!”

Xuanqing stared at the light before him, overjoyed.

“Light, dear friend, you are truly a benevolent demon god!”

Following the guidance of the light, He strode forward with determined steps toward one direction of the chaos.

Meanwhile.

“Huh? The aura of the Light Dao?”

Jing Yao, the Supreme Lord of the Five Demon Gods, is currently searching for Xuanqing and Yuchen.

Sensing faint traces of the Light Dao’s lingering resonance, Jing Yao followed that direction.

Yu Chen, the Demon God of Destruction, had also just awakened.

He could not find his good brother, nor could he find Pangu the True Man.

“This chaos is too vast—even if I wanted to get beaten, I can’t find a single demon god,” Yu Chen sighed.

He came seeking Pangu to “correct” the Dao, yet he couldn’t even see Pangu’s shadow.

“What if I just smash my way in one direction and make some noise?”

Yu Chen was a man of action—he did as he said.

Yu Chen gripped the World-Ending Mill, chose a direction, and struck out directly.

“I, the Demon God of Destruction, am here! All of you, come out!”

The Dao of Destruction poured forth without restraint, causing the chaos tides to surge violently.

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