Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 92 Pangu Palace Guidance

Qinglian was completely immersed in that grand feast of laws originating from the very source of her bloodline, performed jointly by the twelve Ancestral Witches.

His mind seemed to have shed all constraints, roaming freely in the primordial chaos before the creation of heaven and earth. The surroundings were no longer the Ancestral Witch Palace, but had transformed into boundless, churning, and boiling chaotic energy.

Here, there is no time, no space, only the most primitive and original traces of the Great Dao surging like the tide.

The spatial laws of the ancestral god Dijiang evolved into endless void folds, sometimes shrinking into a singularity, and sometimes expanding like the universe.

The river of time flowed beside Zhu Jiuyin, with fragments of light and shadow from the past, present, and future intertwined.

Gonggong and Zhurong were not simply a clash between water and fire, but rather a collision and fusion of the two fundamental potential energies of "downward flow" and "upward flame," giving rise to countless changes in the weather.

The Earth Goddess's Law of Earth is profound and enduring, constantly generating life.

Jumang's Wood Law reveals boundless vitality;

The golden law of harvest is sharp and ruthless;

The laws of rain in the mysterious realm nourish all things;

Qiangliang's lightning law gives birth to new life amidst destruction;

Tianwu's Wind Law is all-pervasive;

The weather laws of Shebishi are unpredictable;

Yanzi's lightning laws intertwine and weave —

No law exists in isolation; they intertwine, resonate, and collide with each other, like a magnificent symphony playing the foundational music that constitutes this primordial world.

These purest and most direct truths of the Great Dao do not require verbal instruction, but are presented in the most fundamental way, like a sudden enlightenment, constantly washing over, nourishing, and expanding Qinglian's foundation of Dao and cognition.

The tenth-grade Creation Lotus within his body was operating autonomously at an unprecedented speed, its azure light flowing and its Daoist charm abundant.

Within that clear lotus light, numerous strange phenomena were faintly revealed, such as the surging of earth, water, fire, and wind; mountains rising from the ground; thunder and rain pouring down; and plants sprouting from the soil.

The true meaning of creation that he comprehended became richer, more profound, and more deep at an unprecedented speed under the baptism of this storm of laws.

He was like a greedy sponge, frantically absorbing the power and wisdom originating from the beginning of creation. Every inch of his primordial spirit was cheering and every strand of his divine thought was growing rapidly.

Just as his mind resonated with the numerous laws, forgetting himself and the world, almost completely merging into this vast ocean of the Great Dao, and losing himself in the moment, hum! !

An indescribable, grand will suddenly descended!

This will seems to originate from the primordial beginning, transcending endless time and space, containing the vastness and grandeur of the world before its creation, as well as the supreme and noble aura.

It awoke from the ancient, majestic Pangu Temple, deep within the tribe, exuding an aura of timeless wilderness, like a giant dragon that had slumbered for millennia opening its eyes.

The emergence of this will was so sudden, its position so sublime and vast, that its fervent and surging power...

The resounding discourse on the laws of cosmology abruptly ceased! It was as if a block of ice, frozen solid for millennia, had been thrown into boiling water, instantly freezing everything.

The twelve ancestral witches, whether they were the bold Zhurong, the profound Gonggong, the steady Dijiang, or the gentle Houtu, all turned their heads sharply at this moment, their gazes fixed on the direction of the Pangu Palace.

The usual dignity or casualness was gone from their faces; in their place was an indescribable excitement, awe, and near-mad fervor! It was a pure faith and call to the Creator from the deepest part of their blood!

"Father God! It is the will of the Father God!"

For the first time, Dijiang's voice lost its usual composure, trembling uncontrollably, and his massive body even trembled slightly with excitement.

As the ancestral sorcerer of spatial speed, he was most acutely aware of this will that transcends all.

"The Father God's will has awakened! It is actually guiding my young friend Qinglian!" Zhu Rong's eyes widened like copper bells, his fiery beard and hair seemed to freeze, and his face was filled with disbelief and shock.

"Father God has approved of him! He has approved of young friend Qinglian!" Houtu Niangniang's eyes glistened with tears of relief and excitement. She looked at Qinglian as if she saw the Father God's highest praise for this foreign guest.

For the Wu tribe, the Pangu Temple is the supreme holy site, and the slumbering will of the Father God Pangu within is the ultimate source of all their power, faith, and existence.

Throughout countless ages, the Father's will has manifested itself on its own initiative only a handful of times.

At this moment, the Father God's will not only awakened, but also emitted an incomparably clear guidance, gently yet irresistibly enveloping the blue lotus!

In their eyes, this was the highest honor and unquestionable recognition! This meant that Qinglian was truly recognized as one of their own by the Father God Pangu, which was far more significant than any promise or friendship from any ancestral witch.

No ancestral shaman raised any objections or showed any intention to obstruct the process.

They respectfully and spontaneously made way for the Pangu Palace, their gazes fixed intently on Qinglian, filled with encouragement, expectation, and deep envy.

At this moment, Qinglian's heart was also filled with monstrous waves. The vastness and antiquity of the will that enveloped him far surpassed any existence he had ever seen, and was much closer to the ineffable origin of the "Dao"!

Faced with this will, he felt as insignificant as dust, as if a single thought from the other party could bring him to eternal damnation.

Strangely, this will, though immensely powerful, was not malicious; instead, it carried a gentle scrutiny and guidance.

He forcibly suppressed the pounding in his heart and a trace of instinctive fear, took a deep breath, and followed that gentle yet grand guidance, taking his first steps.

Under the reverent gaze of the twelve ancestral witches, as if witnessing a divine miracle, he walked step by step toward the simple temple that seemed to bear the weight of the entire primordial world and exuded an ancient aura.

The closer one gets, the clearer the desolate and majestic pressure becomes, but at the same time, one feels a strange sense of intimacy, as if a wanderer is returning home.

The gate to the Pangu Palace was not made of any divine golden jade, but rather of some unknown chaotic-colored boulder, which was now silently opening inwards.

Behind the door was not the magnificent gold and jade that one had imagined, but a hazy scene of primordial chaos, with swirling mists, as if one were standing at a singularity before the separation of heaven and earth, where all laws seemed to have returned to their origin.

Without any hesitation, Qinglian stepped inside. The palace doors closed silently behind him, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

The hall was filled with a vast, desolate, and overwhelming pressure, omnipresent yet strangely devoid of any sense of oppression or malice, simply demonstrating the greatness of its very existence.

Qinglian's mind was captivated, as if she were immersed in a maternal warmth and security, yet she instinctively maintained awe because of her own insignificance.

Just as he was immersed in this peculiar feeling, a calm, vast, yet seemingly formed by the interweaving and resonance of endless laws of the Great Dao resounded directly in the deepest part of his primordial spirit, ignoring all language barriers and reaching the essence: "An interesting anomaly."

These five simple words, like the first thunderbolt at the dawn of creation, suddenly exploded in the deepest part of Qinglian's sea of ​​consciousness! They shook his soul, made his Dao Fruit tremble, and sent a chill down his spine!

His greatest secret, the origin he had carefully guarded since his transmigration, which even the Three Pure Ones had never noticed, was seen through at a glance by this will!

Before this pioneer of the primordial world, he seemed to have nothing to hide, and was seen through completely!

Qinglian bowed almost instinctively, her voice carrying a hint of undisguised alarm and respect: "Father God Pangu, please bear witness! Although I have a special origin, since the birth of my intelligence, I have been nourished by the primordial world and taught by my master. I have never done anything to harm this world or any living beings!"

"My heart is as clear as heaven and earth! Moreover, my esteemed teacher was transformed from your primordial spirit, Father God. The Three Pure Ones are all my closest and dearest teachers. I have absolutely no disloyalty towards the primordial world or my master!"

He was eager to express his feelings, fearing that it might cause the slightest misunderstanding from this supreme being.

In the presence of this person, any concealment or sophistry is meaningless; only honesty may offer a glimmer of hope.