Chapter 385: Demon God: Pangudao, Father! How Was the Wu Clan Born? [9k, Bonus 10]

"Since this matter has been approved by Your Majesty and the Standing Council, our Qilin Clan will no longer pursue it!"

The Zu Wu elders had played them for fools, and the Five Elemental Qilin Kings were naturally displeased.

But the situation was as it was—the Zu Wu had claimed both face and substance; further argument would be meaningless.

Still, they held to their own principles.

Bai Hu Shen Jun bowed to Xiang Xuanqing and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, we hereby abandon the matter of the Wu Dao Academy, but we request your permission on one thing."

Xiang Xuanqing nodded: "My friend, speak."

Bai Hu spoke slowly: "You may establish the Wu Dao Academy anywhere on Buzhou Mountain, but please do not encroach upon the core region of our ancestral Qilin lands, nor alter or damage them."

"Our clan has merely gone into seclusion, not been exterminated; future generations will still wish to visit our Qilin sacred grounds."

"Please, Your Majesty, honor our clan’s past merits and grant this request."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xuanqing nodded: "Reasonable."

He turned to the thirteen Zu Wu.

[Earth Zu Wu] Hou Tu spoke: "We will leave the former Qilin ancestral lands untouched, folding them inward into the boundary between reality and illusion, as part of Li Shanhe."

"Should any Qilin clan members come to pay homage in the future, we will not obstruct them."

Hou Tu had once been a Shen Jun of the Qilin Clan and did not wish to drive the matter to extremes.

[Space Zu Wu] Di Jiang and [Time Zu Wu] Zhu Jiuyin also voiced their support.

They said: "Our mastery of the Space Dao and Time Dao, Brother Jianbing, is surely known to you—we guarantee we can freeze the former Qilin ancestral lands in place and fold them intact into Li Shanhe."

"Even if Qilin clan friends later reestablish life within, we will not disturb them."

Bai Hu Shen Jun and the Qilin Kings all nodded in agreement.

Thus, Xiang Xuanqing wrote a divine edict and sealed it with the Tian Di Yin before witnesses from both sides.

"Thank you, Your Majesty’s holy judgment!" Bai Hu Shen Jun and the Qilin Kings bowed to Xiang Xuanqing, stepped forward to retrieve the edict, and turned to leave.

"We thank Your Majesty—we take our leave!" The Zu Wu followed suit and withdrew.

Watching the Zu Wu gradually depart, Xiang Xuanqing’s lips curled slightly upward.

"The Heavenly Dao’s drama is drawing to a close; the Human Dao’s drama has only just begun."

"I look forward to your performances."

"Of course, I also look forward to more friends making their formal entrance!"

As his awareness gradually returned, Xiang Xuanqing entrusted his heavenly court duties to the [Seal Tian Di] and resumed skipping work.

With the Qilin matter settled, the Zu Wu resumed their efforts to establish the Buzhou Mountain Wu Dao Academy.

The academy was sited on the southern foothills of Buzhou Mountain, backed by the colossal Pillar Holding Heaven, facing a vast plain, its terrain majestic and its spiritual energy thick and misty.

The Zu Wu personally moved mountains and filled seas, shifted stars and changed constellations, shaping the academy’s layout.

A vast phantom of Pangudian stood at the academy’s center, its most striking landmark, radiating an ancient, primordial aura.

Thirteen majestic palaces encircled the Pangudian phantom, each representing one of the thirteen Zu Wu’s governing Daos—each unique in style, yet forming a seamless whole.

Di Jiang’s Space Shen Dian contained countless folded dimensions within, profound and unfathomable; Zhu Jiuyin’s Time Corridor altered the flow of time unpredictably, making one feel as if swept into the river of ages; Ju Mang’s Life Garden was carpeted with rare flowers and exotic grasses, teeming with vitality and soothing the spirit.

Zhu Rong’s Flame Furnace burned with crimson divine fire, forging all things; Gong Gong’s Ten Thousand Waters Return Source Pool gathered all true waters of the world, its waves surging unseen and unfathomably deep; Xuan Ming’s Frozen Abyss was covered in ten-thousand-year-old dark ice, piercingly cold, testing the will.

Wu Luo’s Martial Arts Branch, Shu Shou’s Gengjin Secret Realm, She Bi Shi’s Four Seasons Cycle Valley, Hou Tu’s Virtuous Bearing Platform, and Qiang Liang and Xi Zi’s Jointly Built Thunder Trial Grounds.

Of course, there were also the teaching Shen Dian and trial secret realms of over a dozen instructors: Wan Xiang Zhen Jun, Ling Zai Zhen Ren, Li Ming Shen Jun, Ling Xu Zhen Ren, and others.

The Wu Dao Academy was officially established; recruitment invitations spread throughout Honghuang, declaring that the academy accepted all regardless of origin or lineage—any who sought to forge their bodies and comprehend the Dao were welcome to try.

Instantly, the myriad clans of Honghuang responded, countless beings, driven by longing for strength, surged toward Buzhou Mountain from all directions.

There were the mighty Juling Clan, towering and immensely strong, eager to learn [Wu Zhizu] Wu Luo’s body-cultivation methods to elevate their flesh to new heights.

There were divine descendants whose understanding of their own Dao had hit a bottleneck, hoping to draw insights from diverse sources and make connections.

There were clans of Honghuang, visitors from the myriad worlds.

Beneath Buzhou Mountain, crowds surged; strange mounts and swift auras intertwined, the scene bustling and unprecedentedly grand.

The Wu Dao Academy’s trials were extremely strict, testing not only physical strength but also will and character.

The thirteen Zu Wu personally presided, selecting those with destiny.

In the end, three thousand disciples passed the grueling trials and became the academy’s first students.

On the opening day, all thirteen Zu Wu appeared together, their aura overwhelming, their presence majestic.

Di Jiang spoke: "All of you, today marks the opening of our Buzhou Mountain Wu Dao Academy!"

A brief sentence, yet brimming with boundless power and solemnity.

The square fell instantly silent.

All disciples held their breath, listening intently to Chancellor Di Jiang’s words.

Di Jiang looked at the three thousand disciples, his expression grave, his gaze filled with expectation: "We, the thirteen Zu Wu, are descendants of Pangudao’s bloodline, inheriting our father’s unyielding will to open heaven and earth, bearing the sacred duty to protect Honghuang."

"Our Wu Dao Academy has but one purpose—to inherit Pangudao’s glory and cultivate mighty, heaven-defying, earth-standing warriors!"

His voice rose sharply, brimming with power: "If your Dao heart is weak, leave now! If you fear death, do not enter this gate! This is my counsel to you."

"No matter your origin or lineage, once you step into our Wu Dao Academy, remember this."

"I hope every disciple who walks out from here will live up to Pangudao’s name, fulfill our expectations, and become true, world-supporting warriors!"

His words fell like thunder, each syllable imbued with the power of creation, deeply etched into the hearts of the disciples.

Hearing this, all disciples burned with Rexue , their chests swelling with heroic passion, as if they already saw their future towering, earth-defying figures protecting Honghuang.

"Inherit Pangudao’s glory!"

"Protect Honghuang’s peace!"

Someone had shouted these two phrases first.

Immediately, a roaring wave of shouts echoed through the heavens, shaking Buzhou Mountain itself.

Di Jiang nodded in satisfaction, signaling silence.

Then, he turned slightly and said: "Today, to celebrate the academy’s opening and to give you insight into the Daos you will study, my siblings and I will each demonstrate a trace of our Dao’s mystery. Observe carefully, and internalize deeply."

At these words, the disciples were even more excited—witnessing the Zu Wu manifest their Daos was an unimaginable fortune!

Zhu Rong stepped forward first, grinning broadly, radiating boldness.

"The Fire Dao is about mastery, creation, and destruction!"

He extended his right hand; in his palm, a crimson flame appeared out of nowhere—initially no larger than a bean, gentle and tame.

Then, the flame transformed in his palm: sometimes into a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens, lifelike, every feather woven from fire, radiating blazing nobility.

Sometimes into a blazing great axe, its blade wreathed in flame, as if able to cleave through all obstacles.

Sometimes into countless tiny flame spirits, leaping and chasing joyfully through the air, brimming with spirit.

Finally, all flames surged together into a miniature sun, radiating heat so intense it warped space—yet perfectly contained within the inch of his palm, not a single spark escaping.

The disciples stared, dumbfounded; each transformation of the flame revealed infinite profundity, instantly elevating their understanding of the Fire Dao.

Next, Gong Gong stepped forward, his expression solemn, mist swirling around him.

"The Water Dao is soft and hard, embracing all things, yet capable of sweeping away all resistance."

He pointed a finger; a single azure droplet instantly condensed in the air, crystal clear.

Under his will, the droplet became a tranquil mirror lake, reflecting sky and faces, serene and peaceful.

Sometimes a towering, surging wave—though only an illusion—carrying the force of mountains collapsing and seas overturning, leaving the onlookers breathless.

Sometimes countless fine raindrops, nourishing the void, as if washing away all dust, bringing vibrant life.

Finally, all waters coalesced into a crystalline water dragon, coiling and roaring, its dragon aura majestic, revealing the supreme power of Water.

The disciples watched, entranced, gaining a new understanding of water’s transformations and strength.

Then Ju Mang stepped forward, smiling warmly; where he passed, invisible vitality seemed to spread.

"The Wood Dao is about nurturing, growth, and ceaselessness."

He waved his hand lightly; on the platform, countless phantom rare flowers and exotic grasses burst from the ground, swaying in the wind, bursting with life.

These plants grew, bloomed, bore fruit, withered instantly into dust, then sprouted new buds from the soil, demonstrating life’s cycle and resilience.

A rich aura of vitality spread, invigorating every disciple, as if their own life force had been awakened.

Then came demonstrations of Metal, Earth, Thunder, Lightning, Wind, and other forces.

Each of the thirteen Zu Wu revealed a trace of their Dao’s mystery.

Though merely a fraction, the direct, primal power and unfathomable application of their laws left the tens of thousands of disciples stunned, murmuring in awe.

Many disciples, as they watched, felt sudden flashes of insight—long-standing confusions in their cultivation suddenly cleared.

Some even gained immediate understanding; their qi subtly shifted, their cultivation bottlenecks loosening!

"Too... too powerful! Is this the power of the Zu Wu?"

"Just a trace of Dao mystery is so incredible—what would it be like if they unleashed their full power?"

"I feel my understanding of the laws has deepened another layer!"

"Wahhh, to enter the Wu Dao Academy and witness the Zu Wu teaching—my life is complete!"

The disciples chattered excitedly, their emotions overflowing; their gazes toward the thirteen towering figures on the stage burned with fervent worship and boundless anticipation for future learning.

They knew—they had made the absolute right choice in joining the Wu Dao Academy!

Their future cultivation path would now be dazzling, filled with infinite possibilities!

The opening ceremony ended Yuanman , amid the disciples’ prolonged excitement and applause.

Next, the thirteen Zu Wu and many friends settled in to teach the students.

Their teaching methods were unique—directly pointing to Dao’s origin, relying on nothing external—refreshing many students accustomed to refining artifacts and spirit treasures, greatly benefiting them.

The academy’s academic atmosphere was rich; disciples of different clans exchanged ideas, learned from each other’s strengths, often sparking new insights.

Some exceptionally gifted individuals could, under the guidance of the Ancestral Wushen, combine their own traits to comprehend unique shamanic spiritual arts.

Gradually, the reputation of the Wushen Academy on Buzhou Mountain spread far and wide.

Every disciple who emerged from the Wushen Academy possessed a formidable physical body, unwavering will, and extraordinary combat prowess, earning them considerable fame in the Honghuang.

They praised the academy’s educational quality endlessly and deeply cherished the teachings of the Thirteen Ancestral Wushen.

“The Wushen Academy truly lives up to its reputation! One year of cultivation here surpasses a hundred years of solitary Kuxiu !” exclaimed a Zhen clan disciple sincerely.

“The teachings of the Ancestral Wushen strike straight to the core, completely transforming my understanding of power!” sighed a Juling clan cultivator, deeply moved.

“Shamanism is the true path of humanity!”

The Ancestral Wushen had all created alt accounts to promote themselves in the outside world.

“Shamanism is the true path of humanity” was their new slogan.

“Promoting our Wushen Academy in the mortal realm now is also laying the groundwork for the future development of our Wu Clan and accumulating goodwill for our people!”

Within the Wushen Academy, Houtu held a closed-door meeting with the Ancestral Wushen.

She distributed new mythological scripts to everyone.

“The Taiwei Heavenly Court now hovers above all heavens, governing all directions and revered by all gods; it seems other forces have no room to grow—but that is not true.”

“Taiwei represents only the will of the Dao; it is merely because the Heavenly Emperor is so immensely powerful that he allied with the Taiwei gods to integrate the forces of the Honghuang’s Three Realms.”

“In other words, Taiwei’s halo is actually granted by the Heavenly Emperor.”

【Xi Zi】 Xiang Xuanqing heard this and opened his mouth, then fell silent.

He wanted to refute it.

But he thought better of it.

【How many times must I say it before you believe this is everyone’s effort, not my own?】 Xiang Xuanqing sighed.

Houtu continued: “If you set aside the Heavenly Emperor’s halo and look at the Honghuang and beyond, you will find that the Taiwei Heavenly Court’s control over the Honghuang and the myriad heavens is not as strong as it appears.”

“Take the Earthly Dao as an example: the entire Earthly Dao and the Underworld developed independently of the Heavenly Dao, with no excessive interference from the Heavenly Emperor.”

“Similarly, in the mortal realm: even though the Heavenly Emperor has enfeoffed numerous divine kingdoms, he never interferes in the internal affairs of the myriad clans of the Honghuang.”

“This gives us an opportunity—an opportunity to consolidate the power of the Human Dao!”

Di Jiang nodded: “Although the Honghuang’s current development is excellent, to reach an even more glorious future, the Three Realms must develop in harmony.”

“The Heavenly Dao is already established; we have no way to intervene in the Earthly Dao. Only by focusing on the Human Dao can our Wu Clan chart its future path.”

【Actually, there’s still room to maneuver on the Earthly Dao side.】 Houtu stroked a divine tablet in her sleeve, silently adding to herself.

She had an immature plan, requiring the right moment to implement.

If successful, the Ancestral Wushen might gain influence over Earthly Dao affairs.

【But now is not the time to reveal these matters.】

Houtu picked up Di Jiang’s thread: “By riding the momentum of the Taiwei Heavenly Court’s development, we have already taken a solid step into the new era!”

“Next, we must advance our next plan.”

“If we can successfully secure a place in the Human Dao, foster the birth of the Human Dao’s will, and even seize control of it, we may replicate the glory of Taiwei and forge our own legend!”

Houtu’s words invigorated the Ancestral Wushen.

With the Three Dao—Heaven, Earth, and Humanity—fully complete, a far more glorious age must arise.

If they could master the Human Dao’s will, transplant the Heavenly Dao’s development onto the Human Dao, and replicate the Heavenly Court in the mortal realm, wouldn’t they then dominate the next golden age?

Zhu Jiuyin said: “In this age, the Heavenly Emperor’s radiance is too dazzling—he stands alone like a solitary moon illuminating eternity.”

“But if we seize the opportunity and plan ahead, we may yet surpass the current Heavenly Emperor!”

【We will, brother—we will surpass the current Heavenly Emperor.】 Wu Luo gazed at Xi Zi, who was nodding vigorously.

The Heavenly Emperor is right here undercover—how could your wish not come true?

The Ancestral Wushen were discussing their grand future plans, growing more enthusiastic by the moment.

Suddenly, Di Jiang’s spiritual sense flickered.

“Hm? A fellow cultivator is inviting us?” Di Jiang frowned; this summons felt familiar.

“We received it too,” the Ancestral Wushen nodded.

Di Jiang paused, then said: “Shall we go see?”

“Yes!”

The Ancestral Wushen were utterly unafraid.

In a strange space, the God of War stood tall, his battle aura condensed but not released. He cut straight to the point: “Fellow cultivators, greetings.”

Di Jiang’s expression remained calm. “May I ask why you summoned us?” “No need for obfuscation,” the God of War grinned, revealing a row of sharp white teeth. “We have come seeking cooperation.”

“Cooperation?” Zhurong arrived, flames dancing around him, wary. “Our Ancestral Wushen have had no ties with your Chaos Demons—what basis is there for cooperation?”

“Times change,” murmured the Void Demon, whose aura was ethereal. “The tide of the Honghuang has shifted; we too must seek new paths.”

“New paths?” Gonggong looked over. “You Chaos Demons wield immense spiritual arts and roam freely—why seek life from our Wushen?”

“Roam freely?” The God of War chuckled bitterly.

“Are you mocking us?”

They were all beings slain by Pangu—what freedom did they have?

“We know you Ancestral Wushen intend to establish a great undertaking in the Honghuang, reviving the glory of Pangu.”

The God of War continued: “And perhaps we can offer you some assistance.”

“Oh?” Di Jiang’s eyes flashed with interest. “Do elaborate.”

“Though we Chaos Demons no longer stand at our former peaks, each of us still wields a primordial essence, and our foundations remain intact.”

The God of War spoke steadily: “If we cooperate, we are willing to offer portions of our primordial essence to help you cultivate a cohort of top-tier combatants.”

“Top-tier combatants?” Houtu pondered. “Are you referring to…?”

The God of War nodded. “If our Chaos Demon primordial essences can merge with Pangu’s bloodline, they may give rise to an entirely new, immensely powerful being—far surpassing ordinary lifeforms. We call them ‘Great Wushen’!”

“Great Wushen!”

Shebi Shi’s eyes gleamed. “That sounds promising—but what do you seek in return?”

There is no such thing as a free lunch. The Chaos Demons had come voluntarily—they must have ulterior motives.

“Our demands are simple.”

The God of War spoke frankly: “We seek your aid to successfully ‘go ashore’—to secure a place for ourselves in this new Honghuang era, and perhaps… emulate Hongjun and Luohou, and glimpse the secrets of Pangu!”

“Emulate Hongjun and Luohou? Become Pangu?”

Zhu Jiuyin spoke slowly, his tone cautious.

“Precisely!” The God of War made no effort to conceal his ambition.

“The path of Pangu is profound and unfathomable. If Hongjun and Luohou could walk it, why can’t we try?”

The Ancestral Wushen fell into thought.

They had long been planning a matter crucial to the Wu Clan’s future—the true “birth of the Wu Clan.”

Though they called themselves Ancestral Wushen, and legends of the Wu Clan existed across the myriad heavens, the Wu Clan had never truly come into being, lacking a systematic, scalable, and stable mechanism to transmit its core power.

They needed powerful clan members capable of bearing the Ancestral Wushen’s Dao and standing alone as pillars of the Wu Clan.

The Chaos Demons’ concept of “Great Wushen,” along with their willingness to offer primordial essence, perfectly matched their needs and solved their dilemma regarding future high-end combat strength.

Yet, cooperating with the Chaos Demons was like bargaining with a tiger.

Shumang spoke gently: “Fellow cultivators, your words hold some merit.”

“But Chaos Demons have always been unruly. How can we ensure your sincerity and future controllability?”

“Sincerity?” The Contract Demon stepped forward, a simple ancient contract materializing in his hand. He smiled.

“With me here, everything can be sealed by covenant.”

“Moreover, if we wish to go ashore, we must rely on your Pangu-true lineage’s fortune—we dare not deceive you.”

Seeing the Contract Demon appear, some demons still hesitated.

He whispered: 【Sigh… must we really go this far? To cooperate with the Ancestral Wushen and merge into the Wu Clan—won’t we then become descendants of Pangu?】

Upon hearing this, many Chaos Demons wore complex expressions.

They had once been peers of Pangu, the one who opened heaven and earth, and had clashed with him for eons.

Now, to “return to the ancestral root” and become Pangu’s descendants—psychologically, it was difficult to accept.

【Hmph, are you still clinging to these empty titles?】

The God of War sneered, his gaze sweeping over the demons. He whispered: 【Have you forgotten the fate of the ‘Dream Team’—the Destruction Demon, the Order Demon, the Wisdom Demon?】

【They sought to defy heaven, reopen chaos—what happened? Their bodies perished, their Dao vanished, their millennia-long schemes turned to dust!】

【And what of the Cycle Demon’s ‘Dead Ghost Troupe,’ who sought to control the myriad heavens’ reincarnation? What became of them? Betrayed by the Lord of the Underworld, they became part of the Honghuang’s great cycle—their coffin lids nailed shut!】

The God of War’s voice struck like a hammer on every Chaos Demon’s heart.

【The lessons of the past are clear!】

He continued: 【This Honghuang is Pangu’s creation, governed by the Dao’s flow—how can we possibly shake it?】

【Therefore, ‘going ashore’ is the best option!】

【Don’t care how you go ashore—as long as we win, everything will be fine!】

【When the time comes, if we truly gain the chance to become Pangu and wield the authority of heaven and earth, we can simply rewrite history—erase this entire episode from the river of time. Who would know?】

【Besides,】 the God of War shifted tone slightly, 【we don’t need to invest our entire true bodies—only portions of our primordial essence and power, a mere investment.】

【If successful, all rejoice; if it fails, our true bodies still have room to maneuver.】

His words—threats, temptations, and promises—gradually swayed the previously hesitant Chaos Demons.

Indeed, even the cunning old ones—the Wisdom Demon, the Destruction Demon, the Order Demon—had been crushed.

How much capital do these surviving demonic gods have to stir up trouble?

Is face more important than survival—or even advancing further on the Dao?

The answer speaks for itself.

“What the Battle Daoist says holds merit.”

A demonic god who had remained silent for a long while slowly nodded. “Rather than clinging to life in the cracks of chaos, it’s better to stake everything on one bold move—perhaps we can truly forge a bright and clear universe.”

“Excellent!”

“We agree to cooperate!”

The demonic gods all voiced their support, firmly resolved.

The Ancestral Wu exchanged glances, each seeing determination in the others’ eyes.

“Since all Daoists have made your decision,” Di Jiang said gravely, “my Wu clan welcomes you all to join forces and plan for the future!”

“Excellent!” The Battle Demonic God beamed with joy.

Thus, under the supervision and witness of the Covenant Demonic God, Di Jiang and Hou Tu, representing the Thirteen Ancestral Wu, signed a cooperation pact with the dozen or so Chaos Demonic Gods led by the Battle Demonic God.

The pact stipulated that the Chaos Demonic Gods would surrender part of their primordial power to merge with Pangu’s bloodline, aiding the Wu clan in creating powerful “Great Wu”;

in return, the Wu clan would protect these demonic gods as they integrated into Honghuang and provide them opportunities to encounter Pangu’s Dao and seek enlightenment through Pangu.

Their rights and responsibilities were clearly defined, sworn upon the Dao—if violated, they would suffer backlash.

“I hope all of you enjoy this cooperation!”

The Covenant Demonic God tucked away the pact, smiling broadly, as if he had already seen the future scene of mutual benefit and win-win prosperity.

With the pact sealed, to demonstrate sincerity and reassure the demonic gods, Di Jiang and Hou Tu decided to immediately lead them to the true heart of the Wu clan—the Pangu Hall—for the “Rebirth” ritual.

“Daoists, please follow me.”

Di Jiang waved his hand; space shifted, and the group instantly teleported from the academy zone beneath Buzhou Mountain directly before the Pangu Hall, radiating boundless primordial aura.

This was the true Pangu Hall—the sacred Diantang forged from Pangu’s father-god’s heart—not the mere phantom in the academy’s center.

Stepping through the hall’s entrance, an indescribably vast surge of vitality and creative energy rushed forth, causing even these Chaos Demonic Gods, who had witnessed countless grand scenes, to tremble inwardly.

In the center of the hall was not emptiness, but a massive blood pool, its fluid thick as mercury, dark gold in hue, exuding a potent Pangu aura—as if it contained the most primordial essence of life from the dawn of heaven and earth.

At the very center of the blood pool floated an ancient, simple tripod with three legs and two handles.

The tripod was entirely black, yet countless rays of radiant light burst forth from within, and within those rays, faintly visible were the turning of sun and moon, the evolution of mountains and rivers, plants and trees, the ceaseless birth and death of myriad beings—as if the secrets of the entire universe were contained within.

An indescribable aura of eternal imperishability spread from the tripod, causing the Chaos Demonic Gods, upon merely glancing at it, to feel their souls dazzled, as if they would be assimilated by its boundless Dao resonance.

“This… this tripod contains…?” The Battle Demonic God’s voice was dry, his eyes filled with stunned disbelief.

The other demonic gods were likewise speechless, each feeling parched and trembling with inner upheaval.

From the tripod, they sensed a supreme, all-governing, heaven-splitting, life-creating terror—the source of ultimate power!

Di Jiang’s face broke into a proud smile as he slowly spoke: “This is the supreme treasure of my Wu clan—the most vital legacy left by our father-god: Pangu’s Heart.”

“What?!”

“Pangu’s… Heart?!”

Even though the Chaos Demonic Gods’ hearts had long been as unyielding as stone, upon hearing this, they could not help but turn pale and cry out in shock.

They had assumed that the Thirteen Ancestral Wu, relying solely on their bloodline, could briefly manifest incomplete Pangu True Bodies—already an astonishing trump card.

They never imagined the Ancestral Wu held in their hands this heavenly relic: Pangu’s Heart!

This was the very core of Pangu the Great God’s power and creation!

No wonder they dared call themselves the True Lineage of Pangu!

With Pangu’s Heart, if they were not the True Lineage, who in all of Honghuang had the right to claim such a title?

“With our father-god’s heart here, bearing his will, our actions shall naturally be invincible,” Hou Tu said softly, yet with unshakable certainty.

“So that’s it… so that’s it…” The Battle Demonic God murmured to himself, his heart surging with tidal waves; his lingering doubts and resentment over the alliance had vanished, replaced by boundless relief and excitement.

“With this sacred object, how could we fail to reach the shore? How could we fail to glimpse Pangu’s Dao?!” He sighed with profound emotion, his voice brimming with boundless hope for the future.

The other Chaos Demonic Gods were likewise invigorated, gazing with burning eyes at the divine tripod and the faint shadow of Pangu’s Heart within.

Could such a combination—Pangu’s Heart and Pangu’s True Body—not dominate the future rise of humanity?

【If the Wu clan still fails to rise in the future’s human ascendancy, we’ll kneel down right now and call Pangu Dad, and shout “Father!”】 One demonic god swore inwardly, filled with unprecedented confidence in this investment.

After the excitement subsided, the formal “Rebirth” ritual began.

The Thirteen Ancestral Wu stood solemnly around the blood pool, each activating their primordial power.

“Hum—”

Within the Pangu Hall, Dao inscriptions glowed brightly; the divine tripod bearing Pangu’s Heart trembled gently, drawing forth threads of purest Pangu blood essence, which flowed into the blood pool below.

The blood pool churned, chaos and vitality intertwining, forming intricate vortices.

“Daoists, the moment has arrived,” Di Jiang said gravely.

“Cast your primordial essence into the blood pool. Merge it with our father-god’s bloodline, and a new life shall be born.”

The Battle Demonic God stepped forward first, unhesitatingly forcing out a cluster of pure demonic god power—imbued with his battle and slaughter primordial essence—and cast it into one of the crimson vortices.

“Boom!”

The moment the primordial power entered the pool, it was instantly enveloped, assimilated, and gestated by Pangu’s bloodline.

Seeing this, the other Chaos Demonic Gods no longer hesitated; each cast a portion of their core primordial essence into the pool.

After surrendering their essence, their forms grew faint, then dissolved into streams of light, vanishing within the Pangu Hall, returning to their original bodies or hidden realms, awaiting the results.

This was merely an investment—an extension of their reach, probing future possibilities.

With the integration of over a dozen Chaos Demonic God primordial essences, the entire blood pool boiled.

Boundless chaos and myriad chaotic Dao energies, harmonized by Pangu’s bloodline, gradually transformed into a pure, potent force.

The Thirteen Ancestral Wu joined hands in ritual, guiding this power according to their envisioned blueprint, shaping entirely new life forms.

This process was long and profound.

After an unknown span of time, the blood pool gradually calmed, and the strange phenomena within the Pangu Hall slowly receded.

At that moment, throughout the entire Buzhou Mountain region, and across countless beings in Honghuang, all sensed an oppressive aura brewing to its zenith.

Then, an indescribable torrent of chaos energy, like a primordial beast awakening, erupted violently from beneath Buzhou Mountain, surging straight to the heavens!

The intensity of this chaos energy nearly dyed the sky crimson; even the light of sun, moon, and stars dimmed before it.

A thunderous roar, like the first cry at the dawn of creation, echoed through the heavens, shaking the cosmos:

“Wu!!!”

This single “Wu” carried boundless power and will, brimming with unyielding, indomitable, heaven-defying valor.

Its might was so great it pierced the barriers of time and space, reverberating through past and future.

Countless powerful beings, hidden across Honghuang and even within the River of Time, were stirred by this sudden upheaval, casting startled, uncertain glances toward Buzhou Mountain.

“From Buzhou Mountain… what kind of power is this?”

“What are the Ancestral Wu up to now? This chaos energy is more terrifying than ever before!”

“It seems… a new powerful being has been born?!”

They all began to divine fate, seeking to unravel the heavenly secrets of Buzhou Mountain’s transformation.

Yet the heavenly fate was utterly chaotic, veiled by a powerful force.

No matter how they calculated, they could only vaguely perceive that the number of future students at the Buzhou Mountain Wu Dao Academy would surge beyond imagination.

As for the true secret hidden behind that earth-shattering “Wu,” no one could truly discern it.

Inside the Pangu Hall, the Thirteen Ancestral Wu gazed at the slowly forming, terrifyingly powerful new figures in the blood pool, their faces breaking into satisfied smiles.

“Turning illusion into reality—today, it is finally real.”

“The seeds we planted long ago are finally bearing fruit!”

The Ancestral Wu exchanged knowing smiles.

The demonic gods reborn as Great Wu were merely the beginning of the Wu clan.

They had prepared far too much for this day.

Now, it was time to reclaim their methods!

Inside the Pangu Hall, the Thirteen Ancestral Wu sat in meditation, Dao light surging, dazzling and radiant.

“Open!”

At that moment, the Thirteen Ancestral Wu’s eyes snapped open, roaring in unison.

Instantly, infinite spacetime trembled.

Along countless timelines, in worlds born from mythic tales, the same triumphant cries echoed in response:

“Wu!”

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