Primordial Emperor Xihuang

Chapter 34 Soul Enters Chaos, Hundred Kings Ascend

The blood of Pangu can be said to be the origin of countless living beings and races in the primordial world.

If Fuxi could decipher all the information in this drop of Pangu's dead blood, perhaps he could directly achieve great success as the ancestor of all kings.

However, Fuxi also knew that with his current cultivation level of only Golden Immortal, it was impossible for him to extract all the information from this drop of Pangu's dead blood.

However, even extracting only one ten-thousandth of the information would be a huge improvement for the current King of Kings.

Fuxi's eyes burned brightly. He clenched his fist and held the pitch-black blood in front of him in his palm. The first of all kings transformed into a bright red blood lotus and swallowed the blood of Pangu into it.

The dark glow of deathly blood intertwined with the bright light of blood, and the various essences of Pangu's bloodline within the deathly blood of Pangu transformed into specks of information that merged into the blood lotus.

Fuxi sat cross-legged on one of the giant arms of the eight-legged sea octopus, his mind immersing himself in the past kings, comprehending the profound meaning of the Great Dao within the blood of Pangu.

Pangu, the sovereign, had a dragon's head and a snake's body. His breath became wind and rain, and his exhalation became thunder and lightning. When he opened his eyes, it was day; when he closed his eyes, it was night. He was the origin of all things and the beginning of creation.

Pangu created the world and manifested nine incarnations, evolving into all things in the void. Pangu is the ancestor of all things in the primordial world, the origin of all spirits and dragons. All things in the primordial world, when traced back to their source, can be traced back to Pangu.

Compared to Pangu, the profound essence of the Great Dao contained in this drop of dead blood might be just a drop in the ocean, but for Fuxi, who was only at the Golden Immortal level, the profound essence of the Great Dao contained in this drop of dead blood could be described as vast and magnificent.

As Fuxi's will merged with that of the ancestor of all kings, the instant his mind sank into the dead blood, his primordial spirit was suppressed by an indescribable, vast power, causing all fluctuations in his consciousness to be suppressed, plunging him into ignorance and chaos.

Fuxi's will sank, and in a daze, he sank into a boundless chaos, where the Great Dao flourished, the embryo of chaos, the ancestor of creation, and the beginning of all things.

In the vast and mysterious void, Fuxi's consciousness began to infinitely align with the Great Dao of Chaos. The numerous and complex true meanings of the Great Dao of Chaos flowed through Fuxi's consciousness like water, leaving only a faint imprint.

At this moment, Fuxi had no autonomy. Although these Chaos Dao True Meanings were enough to allow any living being to directly advance to the Great Luo Dao Lord level, Fuxi had no ability to retain these Chaos Dao True Meanings in his consciousness.

In the chaos, Fuxi's consciousness devoured the boundless chaotic matter, constantly growing stronger. Consciousness, body, soul, desire, true spirit, origin—everything about Fuxi began to undergo a comprehensive sublimation under the impetus of the chaotic matter.

After an unknown amount of time, the primordial chaos, which had been spinning like a giant galaxy, suddenly exploded. A colossus with a dragon's head and a human body, wielding a stone axe, stepped out from the surging and exploding chaotic tides.

The giant god surveyed his surroundings, his indifferent eyes fixed on the lifeless, chaotic sea. With a single stroke, he cleaved the seven-colored stone axe in his palm toward the endless, lightless, and boundless chaotic sea before him!

In the world of fish and dragons, Fuxi suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, a look of shock appearing in them. He took a few quick breaths, and a touch of color slowly returned to his extremely pale face.

The moment Fuxi comprehended the blood of Pangu, his will was forcibly pulled into the Sea of ​​Chaos, and Fuxi was certain that it was the true Sea of ​​Chaos.

Although Fuxi did not retain 99% of the essence of the Great Dao of Chaos after entering the Sea of ​​Chaos, the trace of the essence of the Great Dao of Chaos that remained still greatly improved Fuxi's cultivation level.

Therefore, Fuxi was certain that he had truly entered the Sea of ​​Chaos under the pull of Pangu's dead blood.

Although Fuxi only obtained a trace of the Chaos Dao Imprint, it still greatly benefited him, even though he was only at the Golden Immortal level.

The Great Dao of Chaos gave birth to all phenomena and worlds. The moment Fuxi faced the Great Dao of Chaos, all his doubts about cultivation were answered in the most detailed and comprehensive way.

Whether it was the subsequent evolution and sublimation of the Great Wilderness, the completion of his own cultivation system, the mysteries of bloodline inheritance, or the mysteries of the true soul, Fuxi understood them all in that brief moment.

In an instant, Fuxi's cultivation had reached the Taiyi realm, or even surpassed it. Before he had even refined this drop of Pangu's dead blood, Fuxi had already gained tremendous benefits. The improvement that this drop of Pangu's dead blood brought to Fuxi was no less than that of tens of millions of years of arduous cultivation.

Sitting cross-legged on the tentacle of the eight-legged sea octopus, Fuxi digested what he had gained from the Chaos Sea. This harvest was enormous; it would take Fuxi at least ten thousand years to fully digest it.

After a hundred years, Fuxi temporarily sealed away his gains and began to assist the first king in refining the dead blood of Pangu.

The crimson blood lotus bloomed with layers of radiance, countless profound meanings of the Great Dao intertwined and evolved, and specks of deathly and turbid energy continuously dissipated from the blood of Pangu.

The essence of Pangu's bloodline within the dead blood transformed into bright light and merged into the blood lotus. The Hundred Kings trembled slightly, and amidst the ripples of cleansing blood light, it transformed into the shadows of numerous living beings, gods, and demons.

True Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, True Owl, Black Whale, Wild Elephant, Celestial Fox...

Countless races and beings emerged one after another in the river of blood. Although their essence was incomplete and illusory, these phantoms of gods and demons still carried the bloodline essence of all races in the primordial world. Such the essence of the Great Dao was exactly what the first kings needed most.

A surge of crimson light erupted, its clear radiance spreading. The blood lotus, transformed from the first of the Hundred Kings, exploded in an instant, engulfing the endless seas in all directions.

Boundless waves of blood surged and rippled, and almost all the essence of bloodlines in the primordial world emerged in the Hundred Kings' Ancestral Formation. The aura of the Hundred Kings' Ancestral Formation increased tenfold, or even a hundredfold, in an instant.

Without a sound, the essence of the Hundred Kings has been completely sublimated. At this time, the power of the Hundred Kings is comparable to the top-level innate spiritual treasures. In terms of bloodline alteration and enhancement, the Hundred Kings has far surpassed its predecessor.

Nowadays, even the pure-blooded phoenix and yin-yang qilin, the most powerful beings among the hundred kings, can be easily transformed by consuming some blood essence.

The world of fish and dragons collapsed, and a huge fireball, like the sun, enveloped the eight-legged sea octopus, continuing to scorch its essence.

Fuxi left the Fish-Dragon World and reappeared in the East Sea. With a clench of his right hand, he imprisoned Yu Li's Ink Moon Spear in his palm. Holding the Ink Moon Spear, he returned to Tai Qu and Bai Zhu's side.

(End of this chapter)