Chapter 357

Yesterday’s chapter was written in haste, uneven, and has been supplemented—refresh to see.

Honghuang, Kai Ming Mountain.

Not long before the Three Pure Ones set out, Houtu happened to be undertaking a great endeavor.

“Great Pan Gu. No—Father God, can Your heart be transformed from false to true? All rests upon this moment!”

At the center of the twelve altars, Houtu bowed three times devoutly toward the direction of Bu Zhou Mountain.

Originally, Houtu had planned to build a Pan Gu Shrine, then craft a Pan Gu statue or set up a tablet to worship.

To recognize a father, one must be professional.

Unfortunately, Houtu discovered that while a Pan Gu Shrine was easy to construct, a Pan Gu statue or tablet simply could not be fashioned.

Thus, Houtu could only bow toward the celestial pillar.

“Father God above, I know You have always cherished Honghuang and cared for all living beings. Our Ancestral Wushen are unworthy, but we vow to inherit Your will and transmit Your Dao!”

With that, Houtu retrieved the Wu Ji Ding and initiated the final ritual.

“Where the heart resides, so too does the dream; true love still exists between heaven and earth!”

“Father God, benevolent and ever mindful of all beings, if You hear my prayer, lend me Your strength!”

From the center of the altar, a mournful and mysterious melody arose.

Dressed in the robes of a Witch God, Houtu manifested twelve divine forms, each wielding ritual implements, singing and dancing.

Wu means to invoke. A woman who serves the formless, dances to summon the gods.

Houtu, through the Dance of the Witch God, summoned Pan Gu’s divine trace!

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

Kai Ming Mountain’s heavens abruptly changed.

In an instant, winds surged, clouds churned, thunder and lightning arose.

“Return, O soul!”

Houtu’s twelve forms flipped their hands, and twelve banners unfurled across the sky: Jumang Banner, Gonggong Banner, Roushou Banner, Zhurong Banner.

CRACK CRACK!!

Amidst the thunderous roar, [Lei Zhi Zu Wu] Qiangliang and [Dian Zhi Zu Wu] Xizi appeared first.

Then, one after another, figures gathered.

“I am the Space Ancestral Wu, Di Jiang!”

Di Jiang’s form resembled a yellow sack, glowing crimson like burning flame, with six legs and four wings.

“I am the Weather Ancestral Wu, Shebi Shi!”

Shebi Shi manifested as a human face atop a beast’s body, ears like a dog’s, with green snakes hanging from them.

“I am the Wood Ancestral Wu, Jumang!” “I am the Water Ancestral Wu, Gonggong!” “I am the Metal Ancestral Wu, Roushou!” “I am the Fire Ancestral Wu, Zhurong!”

One by one, the Ancestral Wushen were born into the world.

Some rode bamboo dragons, others black serpents; some wielded golden halberds, others controlled flames, summoned storms, or manipulated time.

The light of cosmic laws converged into rivers, illuminating ten thousand eons.

In the void, twelve luminous figures laughed aloud to the heavens.

Houtu opened her arms, smiling brightly: “Brothers and sisters, congratulations on your rebirth!”

They bowed to Houtu in unison: “Thank you, Houtu Dao Friend!”

The Ancestral Wushen welcomed their rebirth, each beaming with joy.

“Hey, Wu Luo Dao Friend, what Ancestral Wu are you?” At that moment, Di Jiang curiously glanced at Wu Luo.

He still bore the appearance of a black-robed adolescent, with naturally thin lips and a solemn expression.

In response to Elder Di Jiang’s question, Wu Luo paused, then spoke: “According to our Ancestral Wu plan, we need not only top-tier combat power, but also our own lineage.”

“If so, I need not bear the title of Ancestral Wu—I can directly serve as the future Wu Clan’s Grand Priest, nurturing the next generation of Wu.”

“Of course, if you insist on giving me a title, call me—the Wu Ancestral Wu!”

With that, golden clouds of divine fire surged from Wu Luo’s heart, the Jiang Gong.

His surging blood qi pounded against his meridian nodes.

All three hundred and sixty-five major acupoints on his body radiated boundless light, like eternal stars, or dazzling worlds.

A single thread of Martial Dao spiritual intent coalesced, exerting terrifying pressure upon the assembled Ancestral Wushen.

“Grand Priest? Wu Ancestral Wu? Both are perfect!!”

The Ancestral Wushen burst into laughter—they were free-spirited souls, unbound by titles.

Regardless of which title Wu Luo used, they all intended to call themselves the “Twelve Ancestral Wushen.”

As for there being thirteen Ancestral Wushen? That was no issue.

We Ancestral Wushen operate on a rotation system—always keeping one in rest. Who could object?

“Now that we’ve all been reborn, what of Pan Gu’s heart?” After their joy, the Ancestral Wushen did not forget their greater purpose.

They turned to gaze at the Wu Ji Ding, but heard no further sound.

“Failed?” The Ancestral Wushen felt disappointment.

Had Father God not heard our prayers?

“Don’t lose heart! Simply reuniting is already Father God’s grace!”

[Tu Zhi Zu Wu] Houtu comforted them: “Failure is the mother of success. Even if this attempt fails, we’ll succeed next time.”

To say she felt no regret was false.

But Houtu knew the difficulty of crafting Pan Gu’s heart.

It was no less than recreating Honghuang’s Sun Star and Moon Star.

Indeed, even harder.

Several failures were, in truth, normal.

Just as Houtu prepared to dismantle the altar and await the next opportunity, a sound suddenly emerged from the Wu Ji Ding.

PLOP~~

Strong and powerful, like a drumbeat.

The Ancestral Wushen widened their eyes, staring in disbelief at the Wu Ji Ding.

“Is this...”

PLOP~~

Another thunderous beat, as if resonating with the earth’s pulse.

The Ancestral Wushen were shaken to their cores.

“It’s a heartbeat! A real heartbeat!”

Their faces lit up with ecstatic joy.

“We’ve turned falsehood into truth!”

Then, a third heartbeat, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth echoed from the Wu Ji Ding.

“PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!”

Each powerful beat seemed to answer the Ancestral Wushen.

The Ancestral Wushen hurried forward to inspect.

Inside the Wu Ji Ding, Xuan Huang essence sprouted; amidst rolling spiritual energy, a living heart pulsed.

“This this this—”

The Ancestral Wushen were so overcome they could not speak.

“Calm down! Calm down!” Di Jiang, ever the elder brother, was the first to recover, then bowed deeply toward Bu Zhou Pillar.

“Thank you, Father God, for Your boundless favor!”

The other Ancestral Wushen also restrained their excitement and bowed toward Bu Zhou Mountain.

“Father God above, we shall never forget Your grace—we shall strive with all our hearts to love all living beings!”

After bowing, the Ancestral Wushen noticed Pan Gu’s heart beating even more powerfully.

Di Jiang beamed: “Look! This is Father God responding to us!”

“Elder brother is right!” The Ancestral Wushen grinned broadly.

Pan Gu’s heart! This was Pan Gu’s heart!

Its value was incalculable.

More importantly, since they had transformed falsehood into truth, what did this prove?

It proved that Great Pan Gu recognized them!

Yet, just as the Ancestral Wushen rejoiced, the heartbeat within the Wu Ji Ding suddenly accelerated.

“PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!”

The frantic heartbeat, like a rapid drumroll, turned their joy into alarm.

For they realized their own heartbeats were synchronizing with Pan Gu’s.

The pressure from this synchronized rhythm became unbearable.

“Hold on!”

[Dian Zhi Zu Wu] Xizi (Xiang Xuanqing’s alias) shouted, his face twisted, eyes blazing red:

“This must be Father God’s trial—we must endure!”

“Yes!”

【Space Primordial Ancestor】Di Jiang gritted his teeth and said, “How could obtaining Father God’s ultimate approval come without trials?”

“We’re currently in the Hong Huang, yet we never went to the Creation Era to gain certification—and still received Father God’s gifts. What’s this little trial compared to that?”

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately felt it made sense.

What is the status of Pangu the Great God?

He is the Creator God, the origin of boundless sentient beings, the beginning of all Hong Huang Dao.

To wear the crown, one must bear its weight.

How could anyone receive Pangu’s gifts without enduring trials?

Even the Three Pure Ones, who gained Pangu’s orthodox lineage, had to endure being split open in the Creation Era.

Compared to facing Pangu’s axe, what is this to us?

“Isn’t it just about heart-to-heart resonance with Father God?”

“We are the inheritors of Pangu’s Dao. If we can’t even accomplish this, what right do we have to call ourselves Primordial Ancestors!”

The thirteen Primordial Ancestors each gritted their teeth, faces twisted into terrifying masks.

At this moment, not only were their heartbeats resonating—they were also resonating in their Dao.

Under this endless, repeated resonance, not one of the thirteen Primordial Ancestors escaped being tortured to the brink of death.

Di Jiang, Hou Tu, Xi Zi, Qiang Liang, Ju Mang, Zhu Rong, She Bi Shi, Zhu Jiu Yin—they died again and again, only to be reborn again and again.

This cycle repeated endlessly, for an unknown duration.

Eventually, their form and spirit stabilized, and they began to adapt to Pangu’s heartbeat.

And at this moment, their Dao was elevated!

The thirteen Dao—Five Elements, Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning, Time, Space, Weather, Martial Dao—underwent transformation, filling the Primordial Ancestors with even greater joy.

“Now, we truly are Father God’s bloodline!”

Overjoyed, they sat cross-legged and meditated upon Pangu’s Dao.

Yet, just as one wave subsided, another rose.

Just as the Primordial Ancestors believed all was over, a thunderous “BOOM” echoed—a spatial gate suddenly appeared.

The Primordial Ancestors turned to Di Jiang.

“Mistake! Mistake!”

Di Jiang grimaced: “I just sensed a faint spacetime fluctuation and took a curious peek.”

He raised his hand to close the spatial gate.

But he found he couldn’t.

“What’s going on?” Di Jiang frowned, rising to approach the spatial gate.

Then he froze.

“Big Brother Di Jiang, what’s wrong?” The Primordial Ancestors, seeing him frozen in place, hurried forward to investigate.

“Holy shit!”

The Primordial Ancestors, still reeling from their torment, glanced into the spatial gate—and nearly fainted from terror.

Beyond the gate lay only boundless Chaos.

And within the Chaos stood a giant, wielding a massive axe!

The Primordial Ancestors, like Di Jiang, stood frozen in place.

They exchanged glances.

“Should we...”

Their minds synced—they decisively took one step forward.

BOOM!

The spatial gate slammed shut.

Immortal Mountain.

Before a pitch-black cliff face, Fu Xi knelt, studying the primordial Dao inscriptions upon it.

These were left behind by Shen Ni in life—highly valuable.

“Destruction, Fate, Ruin, Death... these Dao categories are quite numerous,” said Qian Ti, scanning them one by one; soon he had deciphered over a dozen Dao.

Suddenly, Fu Xi seemed to sense something—he snapped his head up, gazing toward Kai Ming Mountain.

“Brother, what’s wrong? Did I get cursed? Do I have flowers on my face?” Qian Ti instinctively touched his own face as Fu Xi stared his way.

“No.”

Fu Xi silently withdrew his gaze and changed the subject: “I was just wondering how Shen Ni managed to communicate with these Chaos Demons in life.”

“You’ve truly stumped me there.”

Qian Ti shook his head. “If I knew how he contacted the Chaos Demons, I’d have tried it already.”

After all, each Chaos Demon was a treasure trove of Dao—who wouldn’t want to glean something from them?

“Perhaps when the Heavenly Emperor emerges, we’ll find the answer,” Fu Xi said with implication.

“Can the Heavenly Emperor do it?”

Qian Ti gazed thoughtfully at the suspended Chaos Coffin.

In the Chaos Spacetime, endless void.

After crossing the spatial gate, the Primordial Ancestors underwent an unexpected transformation.

“How did we become a single deity?”

The thirteen Primordial Ancestors arrived in the Creation Era—yet shared a single body.

This body synthesized all thirteen Primordial Ancestors’ traits: a mighty, awe-inspiring giant, resembling Pangu in form.

“What do we do now?”

“The Creation is about to begin—should we hide first?”

“I think that’s fine!”

The Primordial Ancestors worked in unison, shrinking their shared body into a corner, waiting silently for Pangu the Great God to split Heaven and Earth.

“I must say, Father God is truly majestic!”

“Of course—he’s our father, after all! The terminator of three thousand demons. Compared to joking, he’s far better at splitting skulls.”

“Last time I came to the Creation Era, I disguised myself as a demon and got beaten up. Never thought I’d get to watch Father God’s glory from this angle—worth it!”

“Exactly! This spot’s perfect—we’ve got to study Father God’s Creation Axe technique closely, or we won’t even dare call ourselves Pangu’s bloodline!”

“Are the three thousand demons about to appear?”

“Any moment now—Father God’s lifting his axe... Wait, who are they?”

The Primordial Ancestors waited only a moment before three indescribable figures strolled casually into the Creation Era like they owned the place.

“Are those the Three Pure Ones?”

The giant formed by the Primordial Ancestors widened its eyes.

After receiving Pangu’s certification, the Three Pure Ones had become famed throughout all heavens, their Dao echoing through eternity.

Who in the entire Hong Huang spacetime didn’t recognize these three?

“How did they get here too?” said Zhu Rong.

Gong Gong spoke up: “Yeah, are they following us?”

Di Jiang denied: “Unlikely—we’ve had no contact with them. Why would they follow us?”

“Hasn’t anyone noticed something?”

【Wind Primordial Ancestor】Tian Wu reminded them: “Why can these three come in their true forms, while all thirteen of us can only manifest as a single deity?”

“Ssshh—don’t say that.”

The Primordial Ancestors collectively reeled from the blow.

“Don’t worry—as long as we get Father God’s certification this time, we’ll be free to come and go in the Creation Era!” Hou Tu, ever considerate, comforted them.

“BOOM!”

At that moment, Pangu within the Chaos swung his axe.

As he shattered the Chaos, the light of Creation blazed brilliantly—the entire era erupted in chaos.

“Alright, the grand show begins!”

The Primordial Ancestors were ecstatic.

They leaned forward, eagerly awaiting the demons’ arrival.

“Hey, did any of you feel Father God just glance our way?” 【Thunder Primordial Ancestor】Qiang Liang (Ming He’s alias) suddenly said.

“Did he?”

【Time Primordial Ancestor】Zhu Jiu Yin said: “No way—wait, holy shit!”

Before he finished speaking, a slash of axe-light descended from above. Master Pan’s craftsmanship was impeccable.

One swing—and both the Three Pure Ones and the thirteen Primordial Ancestors lost consciousness.

“Since you’re all here, let’s make this interesting!” A flicker of amusement passed through Pangu’s eyes.

He raised a finger—and the Chaos Lotus bloomed.

Before the Chaos Demons could appear, Pangu sent the Three Pure Ones and the thirteen Primordial Ancestors into the Lotus.

“So why are we back inside the Chaos Lotus again?”

For the second time entering the Creation Era in his true form, Xiang Xuanqing never expected to return to the Chaos Lotus.

Once is stranger, twice is familiar—they adapted to the environment easily, which was good news.

The bad news is that no one knows what’s happening right now.

The only thing they know is that they’ve been cut down.

The one who cut them was none other than Pangu the Great God!

“Brother Dao, have you noticed that someone is here in our ‘neighborhood’?” Xiang Yuchen drifted within the inner universe of the Chaos Blue Lotus, yet could not locate any entrance.

But he was certain that there were more than just the three of them inside the Chaos Blue Lotus.

“Could it be Pangu the Great God?” Tai Shang also sensed it.

“No, it’s a fellow cultivator from Hong Huang.”

Xiang Xuanqing shook his head: “‘He’ arrived in the Age of Creation just before or after us.”

“When he first arrived, I saw ‘Him’ hiding in a corner.”

“What?!”

Xiang Yuchen and Tai Shang were utterly shocked.

“Which fellow cultivator is so powerful that he entered the Chaos Blue Lotus alongside us?”

No wonder they reacted this way.

After all, according to their previous experience, being inside the Chaos Blue Lotus was a privilege arranged by Pangu the Great God.

Whoever enjoyed such treatment must possess extraordinary strength.

On the other side, the Ancestral Wu were also awakening.

“Oh my Pangu the Great God, are we really inside the Chaos Blue Lotus?”

“It seems so!”

“It’s not ‘seems’—we’re definitely inside the Chaos Blue Lotus.”

The Ancestral Wu were stunned by their surroundings, as if caught in a dream.

“Calm down, calm down!”

[Space Ancestral Wu] Di Jiang steadied his mind and said: “We are Pangu’s bloodline—isn’t it natural for us to enter the Chaos Blue Lotus?”

“Our immediate priority is to understand Father God’s purpose and uncover the nature of the coming trials.”

“That is what truly matters.”

Di Jiang’s thinking was clear—he believed this was still a trial set by Pangu.

“Brother’s right!”

The Ancestral Wu deeply agreed.

“But how do we figure out what’s going on?”

[Metal Ancestral Wu] Ru Shou said: “Everything around us is chaotic and obscure—we can’t even determine direction.”

Hou Tu said: “It’s not hard. Just calm your minds and focus your awareness.”

“Our Ancestral Wu’s strength has always lain in the heart.”

Ru Shou frowned: “Isn’t our Ancestral Wu’s strength writing novels? When did it become…”

As Ru Shou spoke, he suddenly realized.

Hou Tu’s words were part of the process of transforming illusion into truth!

They were currently inside the Chaos Blue Lotus—the ultimate treasure that nurtured Pangu the Great God, possessing unimaginable power.

Here, if they dared to think it, perhaps it could come true.

“Let’s go!”

The thirteen Ancestral Wu gained renewed confidence, focused their minds, and soon sank into a state of Dao comprehension.

Compared to the Ancestral Wu, who were still groping for solutions, the Three Pure Ones were undoubtedly far more at ease.

“Following the transformations of the Five Tai, we’ll likely still transform into Pangu—but I wonder if we can get off midway this time.”

Xiang Xuanqing and the others tried, but found it impossible.

“It seems this trial centers on the moment of Creation.”

Xiang Yuchen looked curious: “I wonder what changes this time will bring?”

“Hard to say.”

Tai Shang glanced at Xiang Xuanqing and said: “This time even you are confined within the Chaos Blue Lotus, and now there’s another fellow cultivator next door—who knows what changes this will cause?”

“Respond to all changes with stillness.” Xiang Xuanqing, for the first time, had no room to act.

Yet he was utterly calm, even leisurely at ease.

Both sides of the Chaos Blue Lotus belonged to him—his benefits were doubled.

It was simply amazing!

Even if he failed, could he fail on both sides at once?

“Let’s just wait patiently and take the opportunity to contemplate the Dao within the Blue Lotus.”

Xiang Xuanqing said: “The Chaos Blue Lotus was born from the Void and Chaos, nurtured Pangu the True One, and serves as the spiritual root connecting ‘Nothing’ and ‘Something.’”

“The more we contemplate, the greater the benefit.”

The first time he came, Xiang Xuanqing’s understanding of reversing the Five Tai was not this deep.

Now, returning to this place, he naturally seized the chance to reorganize his insights.

Especially the transformations symbolized by the ‘Spirit’ of Tai Yi and the ‘Qi’ of Tai Chu.

Tai Shang and Xiang Yuchen, seeing Xiang Xuanqing so calmly contemplating the Dao, felt considerably more at ease.

“By the way, this might help us too.”

Xiang Xuanqing’s divine sense stirred, and he retrieved half a jade tablet.

Tai Shang grinned: “This object seems capable of carrying the Three Thousand Great Dao—perhaps we can complete it.”

“Even if we complete it here, won’t it still be only half when we take it back?” Xiang Yuchen said.

Tai Shang replied: “The artifact is only half—but the Dao insight is complete!”

“True.”

Xiang Yuchen smiled.

Thus, the Three Pure Ones, holding the Three Tools of Creation, with the Creation Jade Tablet above their heads, began a 360-degree, flawless recording of the Chaos Blue Lotus.

They discovered the Creation Jade Tablet was truly useful!

“Thank you, Hong Jun Dao Friend, for this gift!” the Three Pure Ones sincerely thanked the treasure-bringing child Hong Jun.

On the other side, after experiencing the flow of the Five Tai, the Ancestral Wu quickly understood their mission.

Both sides were diligently drawing power from the Chaos Blue Lotus’s Dao, growing slowly.

BOOM!

This sound did not come from Pangu’s grand, creative rhythm as he split Heaven and Earth—it was the long-suppressed fury and despair of the Three Thousand Chaos Demons, exploding now into a roar and torrent of slaughter that shook the boundless Chaos!

While the Three Pure Ones and Ancestral Wu were contemplating the mysteries of Creation, only a few breaths had passed outside.

Yet for the Three Thousand Demons, who viewed Chaos as their home and Pangu’s Creation as destruction,

this brief moment was enough to forge consensus, abandon all past conflicts, and unite to stop this “counter-movement” that threatened the very foundation of Chaos!

“Pangu, you bastard—you dare to split Chaos!” roared the Time Demon, his temporal laws in chaos, attempting to slow Pangu’s movements.

“Madman! Pangu, you’re insane! Without Chaos, we Demons lose our home—you are utterly unforgivable!” screamed the Space Demon, layer upon layer of spatial barriers rising to block Pangu’s path.

“Stop him! If Chaos perishes, so shall we!” the Balance Demon joined the Space Demon, unleashing supreme destruction.

“Pangu! You have already courted death!” roared the Reincarnation Demon, hurling the Reincarnation Disc at Pangu.

“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!”

Three thousand immensely powerful auras surged from every corner of Chaos.

They were the favored children of Chaos, masters of their own Dao paths, and the lords of this ancient age.

Now, their power merged into one, their goal clear—directly targeting the towering, axe-wielding Pangu!

The Three Thousand Demons, embodying the Three Thousand Chaotic Laws, now surged forth as a tidal wave of cosmic principles, cloaked in boundless murderous intent, encircling Pangu from every direction!

They manifested their true Dao forms or activated their birthed spiritual treasures, unleashing all their divine arts as laws clashed.

In an instant, the Void of Chaos was painted in bizarre, dazzling lights—yet bristling with lethal danger!

Facing this terrifying assault that could make even a Da Luo Sovereign blanch, Pangu’s movements showed not the slightest hesitation.

His eyes, containing the birth and death of the entire universe, calmly swept over the furious Demons.

His spirit and will remained entirely focused on the great task of creating a new Heaven and Earth.

Pure energy rose; turbid energy sank; the Four Elements surged; Yin and Yang, the Five Phases emerged… Each swing of Pangu’s axe was not merely an expression of power—it was the ordering of Chaos’s disorder, the construction of a new world’s harmony.

Pangu made no deliberate effort to counter the Demons’ attacks.

He simply maintained the rhythm of Creation.

“Ignoring us? Arrogant!”

“You will pay a heavy price!”

“We will send you into eternal slumber!”

As the Demons’ attacks were about to strike Pangu, he suddenly roared: “One Ancient becomes Three Ancients—Transform!”

As his voice fell, the Chaos Blue Lotus bloomed, its boundless light sweeping away every attack.

“Hahahaha! It’s our turn now!”

Laughter echoed throughout Chaos, and two giant figures appeared atop the Chaos Blue Lotus.

One was Pangu—the other was also Pangu.

“My axe has been starving for battle!” The thirteen Ancestral Wu had transformed into youthful Pangu, radiant and heroic.

“Whoever blocks my creation of heaven and earth shall be slain without mercy!” The Three Pure Ones transformed into a mature Pangu, radiating majestic authority.

The true form of Pangu the Real was an aged figure, holding a great axe as he stood shoulder to shoulder with the youthful and mature Pangu.

The Chaos Demons stared in stunned silence at the three Pangu figures.

Especially the sacred beings from the Honghuang True Realm who had mingled among the demons seeking the Pangu Axe’s legitimacy—they were the most bewildered of all.

【I’ve only heard that Pangu had three states during the Creation Era, but never that three Pangu existed simultaneously!】

【One creation, three Pangu? Am I mad, or is this era mad?】

【Is my lineage memory flawed, or is Great Pangu himself flawed?】

【Three Pangu represent youth, maturity, and old age—and also past, present, and future!】

【So that’s it! That’s why he’s the deity who governs all ages!】

【Ah no, my head is itching—I’m growing a brain!】

Any sacred being from the future who witnessed this scene through the river of time would go mad.

One Pangu was already terrifying enough.

Now three appeared at once!!

“Hmph, putting on a show!”

The sacred beings hesitated, but the demons didn’t care whether it was one Pangu or three.

“Do we, three thousand demons, fear three Pangu?”

The demons, fearless and reckless, charged forward to attack.

Their homes were nearly gone—who cared how many Pangu there were!

“Kill!!”

Facing the charging demons, the Pangu formed by the Ancestral Wushu struck first.

The Great Axe of Creation swung down, cleaving not only the chaos but also severing the interwoven chains of cosmic laws.

One demon after another fell beneath the axe of the youthful Pangu.

【We can’t let him steal all the glory!】

The Three Pure Ones’ Pangu swung their great axes and charged forth.

With every gesture, great cosmic principles collapsed; with every breath, demons perished!

【So exhilarating! Truly exhilarating! Hahaha!】

Xuan Qing laughed heartily—this experience was vastly superior to the last.

【To annihilate the three thousand, end all things, and return the entire era to nothingness—that is the ultimate ‘nothingness’ I seek!】 Yu Chen Dao Jun’s heart surged with passion as he swung his axe, felling demon after demon.

The time-slowing power of the Time Demon was effortlessly crushed by absolute might;

the layered barriers constructed by the Space Demon were torn apart like paper.

The Balance Demon’s cosmic principle was formidable.

But with three Pangu before him, who could he possibly balance?

【That’s the Balance Demon—kill him!】 Tai Shang locked onto the Balance Demon.

The Three Pure Ones’ Pangu stepped forward.

“Kill!”

One axe swing—the Balance Demon perished!

【Next, the Space Demon!】

The axe swung again—the Space Demon perished!

【Qian Kun, Inversion, Yin Yang, Order…】

Axe after axe fell.

Each swing claimed the life of a demon.

The three Pangu unleashed the full divine might of the Creation Axe.

They were youth, maturity, and old age;

past, present, and future;

creation, existence, and annihilation!

“Hahaha, exhilarating!”

Pangu the Real laughed heartily—transforming one into three was so efficient!

The boundless aura naturally radiating from the three Pangu formed an insurmountable celestial barrier.

Some weaker demons were shattered and erased before even approaching, their true spirits obliterated by the sheer pressure.

The primordial chaos laws they represented were absorbed and transformed by Pangu’s creative power, becoming nourishment for the newborn world.

Yet the three thousand demons, forged from the essence of chaos, did not retreat despite their comrades’ deaths; instead, their assaults grew fiercer and more cunning.

The Fate Demon subtly manipulated karmic threads, attempting to bind Pangu with the cursed fate of “unlucky creation.”

The Cause-and-Effect Demon wove a net, trying to constrain Pangu’s movements.

The Creation Demon reversed life force, seeking to return the nascent universe to chaos.

The Illusion Demon conjured infinite mental demons and illusions, attempting to shake Pangu’s unshakable Dao heart.

All cosmic arts converged; the clash of laws intensified, turning the entire chaos battlefield into the most perilous domain—each stray burst of energy could grievously wound a Great Luo!

Yet the three Pangu’s response remained simple: the Great Axe of Creation!

“Break!”

The youthful Pangu swung his axe, cleaving not only chaos but also the fog of fate.

No matter how entangled the karmic threads, before absolute power and the grand vow to create anew, they were all illusions!

“Open!”

The Three Pure Ones’ Pangu swung again, opening not only heaven and earth but also the boundaries of creation.

The force reversing life was forcibly reversed, transforming into nourishing rain for all things.

“Slash!”

Pangu the Real’s axe-light blazed like a torch, piercing through layers of illusion to reach truth itself!

Pangu’s heart was unbreakable.

No matter how many illusions you conjure, how could they shake him even slightly?

The three Pangu, with supreme power, swept aside the three thousand cosmic principles!

“One Pangu becomes three; three Pangu subdue all ages!”

“Hahaha!!”

The three Pangu stood like eternal, immovable divine mountains, weathering every storm and cosmic erosion, steadfastly advancing the process of creation.

Each of their strikes was precise and lethal.

Powerful Chaos Demons continued to fall beneath the axe-light, their bodies shattering, their principles dissolving, becoming nourishment for the new world.

“Pangu, I hate you!” the demons wept in humiliation.

“I hate Pangu!”

The newly arrived sacred beings wept too.

Because they realized: encountering three Pangu meant dying three times before returning!

Dying three times under the same Pangu wasn’t enough.

You had to be killed once by each of the three Pangu!

How could one even describe such a tragedy?

“Why is attaining enlightenment so hard?!”

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