Chapter 29: Again, Plucking the Wool of the Great Pangu! [Unification]

The Grand Hall of the Underworld.

Xiang Xuanqing stared at the severed head of a Chaos Demon God sent by his avatar, the Ferryman, and fell into deep thought.

After the Boat of Passage returned to the Primordial River of Time and Space.

The Ferryman resumed his post once more.

The Supreme Lord Yinghuo, Yuan Huang, embarked on a journey to seek treasures.

Before parting, the two divided the head.

Yuan Huang took only the single remaining eyeball of the demon god, saying he intended to craft it into a beautiful bead.

The rest was sent back by the Ferryman to the Underworld.

“What if we use it to forge an artifact?”

Xiang Xuanqing considered it, deciding this was the best way to make full use of the resource.

“But before that, I must deal with a thorny matter.”

Xiang Xuanqing fixed his gaze on the terrifying wound on the demon god’s head.

The divine might of Pangu’s Dao endures eternally, indestructible and unchanging.

This was the fatal power of Pangu’s axe—a single strike that claimed the life of this unfortunate Chaos Demon God.

But now it presented Xiang Xuanqing with a minor problem.

If this issue isn’t resolved first, not only can he not forge an artifact, but even the Hunyuan Cauldron might not withstand the weight of Pangu’s Daoic might.

Fortunately, Xiang Xuanqing had long studied Pangu’s power.

He had compiled numerous effective methods to handle it.

For instance, the best solution right now is—Wu Dao!

“What you realize becomes yours; what’s yours is mine!”

A smile appeared on Xiang Xuanqing’s face: “Pangu, I’m here again to pluck your wool!”

“Great Lord, you are vast and merciful—please show leniency!”

Xiang Xuanqing bowed solemnly toward Mount Buzhou.

Then he retrieved the [Mirror of Sin] from the Seven Non-Heaven Palace.

Having prepared thoroughly.

Xiang Xuanqing sat down on a cushion.

The specimen is precious; this opportunity must not be missed.

Wu Dao—activate!

As the [Mirror of Sin] flickered with a faint Youguang , Xiang Xuanqing’s spirit gradually sank into the Dao realm.

Boom—boom—boom~~

The Dao was profound and obscure; laws and light overlapped endlessly; boundless Yuan Qi converged, simulating the primordial chaos of time and space.

Soon, a blue lotus bloomed, its petals forming thirty-six levels.

The thirty-six-level lotus manifested a giant wielding a great axe.

Pangu!!

Supreme, indestructible, eternal, unique…

Even though this was not the first time Xiang Xuanqing had seen Pangu’s true form within the Dao realm.

He still felt overwhelming emotion.

He realized none of these words could even begin to describe Pangu’s grandeur.

Merely gazing upon it made Xiang Xuanqing’s eyes ache.

Why?

Because he was now a Chaos Demon God!

Swish!!

The axe’s light flashed—the demon god’s head fell.

Before even making contact, he was cleaved apart by Pangu’s casual swing.

Clutching his throbbing head, feeling waves of phantom pain, Xiang Xuanqing sucked in a sharp breath: “Ssshh—Pangu, you’re truly merciless!”

This wasn’t his first time seeing it, nor his first time being cut down.

Xiang Xuanqing had experience.

“Again!”

Xiang Xuanqing closed his eyes once more.

When he re-entered the Dao realm, he was still the Chaos Demon God.

That unfortunate, skull-splitting demon god.

But this time, Xiang Xuanqing reacted faster.

“Grow!”

He roared, invoking the Law of Heaven and Earth.

His form ascended to match the height of heaven.

His spirit expanded to match the breadth of earth.

Xiang Xuanqing, now equal in stature and spirit to heaven and earth, stood as “large” as Pangu.

Xiang Xuanqing raised his hand; the might of the Dao filled heaven and earth.

A divine spear emerged from the chaos.

This was his [Artifact], or rather, the demon god’s weapon.

“Pangu, die!”

A low roar erupted from Xiang Xuanqing’s mouth—boundless divine might, ruthless slaughter, carrying a killing intent that could annihilate heaven and earth and wither all things.

“Boom!”

The spear and the axe shattered countless voids.

One strike.

The demon god’s head severed.

“Again!”

Still that same chaos, still Pangu.

But this time, Xiang Xuanqing changed his perspective.

[He] was no longer the one taking the blow head-on.

Xiang Xuanqing hid in the corner as Pangu slaughtered other demon gods.

Yes—slaughtered.

Above the Dao, Pangu was supreme.

Below the Dao, one axe stroke, one death.

Pangu raised his axe and brought it down—three thousand demon gods retreated, again and again.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk—no matter how many times I see this, it’s always breathtaking.”

Xiang Xuanqing mused inwardly; what he was witnessing now was precisely what the decapitated demon god had seen.

Pangu, standing atop the primordial blue lotus, swung wildly, drenching the chaos in endless crimson.

“Pangu, you madman!”

A familiar line rang out as the [Qiankun Demon God] unleashed his Dao domain.

He hurled forth an ancient, simple tripod.

“Hmph!”

Pangu snorted; black mist engulfed all four directions, dimming time itself.

This was the primordial sound of creation, representing chaos.

Above and below, all was boundless, heaven and earth stripped of color.

Whoosh!

A blade of axe-light slashed from the chaos, as if the entire spacetime was engulfed by a savage will—boundless slaughter condensed into a single strike, followed by a storm of blood and wind.

Boom!!

The [Qiankun Demon God] stepped forward.

Heaven, earth, and all phenomena rotated; Qian and Kun were unbound.

He gracefully escaped the darkness of chaos.

It looked elegant.

In truth, he had been dead for quite some time.

Xiang Xuanqing watched helplessly as the primordial tripod lost one of its legs.

A flicker of axe-light glowed in the [Qiankun Demon God]’s third eye.

His colossal demon god body collapsed with a thunderous crash.

“If I hadn’t known you were dead the first time I came here, I’d have thought you could actually run away!” Xiang Xuanqing mentally grumbled.

The [Qiankun Demon God]’s move had deeply impressed him back then.

He had withstood the primordial sound of creation and the force of a single axe blow, then retreated with effortless grace—too gracefully.

And yet… that was it?

"Qian Kun!"

As Xiang Xuanqing muttered, a strange sense of grief and indignation also rose within Him.

Xiang Xuanqing viewed it from the perspective of an observer.

He saw 【himself】 draw the divine spear and launch an attack against Pan Gu.

And shout the words: "Pan Gu, come die!"

"What the hell? Do you two know each other?"

Xiang Xuanqing never imagined that the Mo Shen he was currently inhabiting actually knew 【Qian Kun Mo Shen】.

Is this some kind of crossover?

Why didn't I notice this before?

Xiang Xuanqing had once used this kind of enlightenment, drawing upon the lingering consciousness of another Mo Shen.

At that time, his perspective had not shown these things.

While Xiang Xuanqing was astonished, 【himself】 completed the achievement of one death and one offering.

His performance was even worse than 【Qian Kun Mo Shen】! His awareness returned to reality.

Xiang Xuanqing’s eyes gleamed: "Wow, I feel this time’s gains will be substantial!"

Xiang Xuanqing eagerly stepped back into the Dao Realm.

"Let me see what other changes there are!"

The fourth time, Xiang Xuanqing’s perspective changed again.

He looked at Pan Gu.

It was a middle-aged figure!!

Just now, it was a young man!

"Is this guy I’m inhabiting that good at enduring? He actually survived two stages of Pan Gu?"

With this question in mind.

Another Mo Shen appeared in Xiang Xuanqing’s line of sight.

"Brother Pan Gu, let me witness your era."

【Hao Ran Mo Shen】 laughed loudly.

In his left hand he held a sword; in his right, he cradled the scroll of Hao Ran.

In an instant, the myriad manifestations of Hao Ran illuminated the entire universe.

Boom boom boom~~

Darkness and light collided.

Killing and righteous qi vied for supremacy.

The axe’s descent brought destruction; the sword’s strike brought radiant life.

Pan Gu shattered the myriad manifestations of Hao Ran.

One stroke cleaved open the primordial darkness of heaven and earth.

【Hao Ran Mo Shen】 met Pan Gu’s gaze and struck three times.

"Go!"

A clear voice rang out across all realms.

A single thread of righteous qi illuminated the Three Thousand Realms.

A sword strike of unyielding righteousness—an unprecedented act of slaughter!

A chaos storm surged, shattering the boundless void into fragments.

The entire space tore open into countless rifts, each revealing an infinite, boundless universe—stars destroyed, rivers of stars spilling forth.

This sword strike seemed to break the boundary between life and death; space shattered endlessly, hurricanes howled without cease!

The Hao Ran storm swept across heaven and earth, yet Pan Gu stood within it, as immovable as an eternal divine mountain.

"Ha!"

Pan Gu let out a mighty roar.

This was the 【Second Sound of Creation】!

Yin and Yang separated; heaven cleared, earth grew dense.

The colossal axe fell from the heavens, again and again.

Nine layers of axe-blades above shattered the four directions of void; nine layers below shattered the boundless earth.

Three thousand sword strikes met three thousand axe blows.

If it came to killing, who could Pan Gu fear?

His Dao was mighty and vast.

He destroyed three thousand, purged all Mo Shen—only then did Hong Huang’s myriad beings arise!

Infinite divine might clashed.

All things were born and died simultaneously; all realms died and were reborn together.

In the end, Hao Ran was obliterated.

【Hao Ran Mo Shen】 smiled with eyes full of peace, walking calmly to his death.

"I wish to see your heaven and earth."

"Very well!"

Xiang Xuanqing was horrified.

His inner thoughts surged like tidal waves.

Did I just hear something I wasn’t meant to?

You Ming World.

After returning from Kunlun Xu, Meng Wu You rushed straight to Luo Feng Mountain.

"Xuan..."

As Meng Wu You stepped onto Luo Feng Mountain, she felt a powerful wave of malice.

She suddenly looked up—and saw that the blood moon in the sky had vanished.

In its place was a colossal eye.

Its eyelids had just opened.

Its black-and-white pupils spun wildly, and crimson moonlight spilled across the Zhou Tian, flowing through infinite dimensions.

Wherever the moonlight touched, countless ghosts and demons crawled out of the void, screeching and darting everywhere.

In every small and great world, spirit plants, precious herbs, divine flowers, strange trees, and rare treasures were all affected by the moonlight.

They sprouted pairs of blood-red eyes and rows of sharp teeth.

They crawled out of herb fields, drilled out of mineral veins, leapt from deep ravines, shrieking and hopping wildly.

Evil and cursed, ghostly and demonic.

"What’s going on? What’s going on?" Meng Wu You stared blankly at it all.

Is Luo Feng Mountain haunted again?!

Seeing Meng Wu You staring at it, the eye in the sky quickly closed its eyelids, pretending nothing had happened.

"What strange thing is Xiang Xuanqing up to?"

Meng Wu You hurried toward Fengdou Dadian.

"Xiang Xuanqing, did you forget to close the door of Tai Sha Tian Gong?"

"Your own home is growing demons now!"

"Don’t you even care?!"

As she pushed open the door of Fengdou Dadian.

Whoa!

What a massive head.

Meng Wu You noticed the head was missing a large chunk.

The smooth, even cut looked strangely familiar.

"Was this cut by Pan Gu’s axe?" Meng Wu You widened her eyes.

The residual might of Pan Gu’s Dao still lingered; its tyrannical aura instantly told Meng Wu You who had done this.

To be chosen by Pan Gu’s axe.

This was undoubtedly the skull of a Hun Dun Mo Shen.

Meng Wu You glanced to the side—Xiang Xuanqing sat in meditation on a cushion, eyes closed.

A brilliant axe-light spun in his palm.

Meng Wu You saw clearly.

The torrent of killing intent within this axe-light matched almost perfectly the Dao imprint on the Mo Shen’s skull.

If there was any difference, this one now carried an additional aura of another axe-light!

"Hmm, was that the axe-flash I saw once in the Ghost Gate?"

Meng Wu You instantly recalled the "gift" Hong Jun had given her last time.

That had truly frightened her.

Hong Jun could joke—but Pan Gu’s axe never joked!

Even across infinite time and space, that killing intent sent shivers down the spine.

Now, Xiang Xuanqing was attempting to merge two axes of light, both originating from the same source yet imbued with different laws.

Though it was the same primordial sacred weapon, and though it had struck once, the divine might of the Dao behind each blow was vastly different.

The axe strike against Hong Jun was clearly different from the one against this unlucky demon god.

After all, Hong Jun is still very much alive and kicking.

Hum—

A furious wind surged up, and the aura trembled.

The instant Xiang Xuanqing opened his eyes, the axe light in his palm erupted.

The mighty blade surged straight toward the high heavens.

The blood moon, warped by the lingering consciousness of the chaotic demon god, exploded violently.

Piercing, ear-splitting screams rose and fell across Luo Feng Mountain.

“My eyes! My eyes!”

Countless aberrant ghosts and demons wailed in anguish.

Celestial treasures turned into malevolent spirits wept from the heavens, heartbroken beyond measure.

“So even in death, they refuse to rest.”

A sigh echoed from Fengdoudadian.

Boom!!

The gate of one of the Six Palaces of Luo Feng—Taisha Tian Gong—swung wide open.

The entire celestial palace, like a gaping maw, sucked in every lingering fragment of the demon god’s consciousness.

All aberrant ghosts perished; the mutated spiritual materials returned to normal.

With another boom, the heavy gate of Taisha Tian Gong slammed shut, sealing boundless darkness within.

【Oh? Another new inmate!】

【Hehe, and he’s missing his brain too!】

【My goodness, the chaotic demon god’s lingering consciousness—Warden’s got some skills!】

【What’s so special about a demon god? There’s another one boiling in the oil cauldron right now.】

【Sigh~~, why hasn’t the warden been killed yet? If he doesn’t get killed soon, I’ll be worn down to nothing by him.】

(End of Chapter)