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

Chapter 93 Pangu's Move

The grand idea remained silent for a moment, as if it were carefully examining every thought, every emotion, and the essence hidden deep within his true spirit.

Then, that thought resounded again, carrying an extremely subtle, seemingly timeless smile: "No need to panic. I have no intention of blaming you. On the contrary, in terms of our origins, you and I can barely be considered the same. However—your origin is far, far weaker."

similar?

Qinglian was suddenly stunned, and then a huge wave of emotions surged in her heart again!

The great god Pangu actually regarded him as one of his own kind? What does this mean? Does it mean that they are not the "predestined" beings that this world should have originally existed in? That they all came from "outside the heavens"? Or does it refer to something else entirely?

He dared not ponder further, and quickly thought to himself, "How dare this junior compare himself to Father God? The difference between a firefly and the bright moon, or a speck of dust and the primordial chaos, is immeasurable—Father God created heaven and earth, and transformed into all things; his merits are boundless, and this junior would never dare to overstep his bounds—"

That thought seemed to perceive every single idea in his mind with perfect clarity, and said nothing more about the matter of "kindred spirits," as if it were merely an insignificant footnote. It changed the subject, and the vast voice carried a guiding meaning: "Since you cultivate creation, observe the scene of my opening up, and you may gain something."

Before she could finish speaking, the chaotic scene before Qinglian's eyes suddenly changed drastically!

The surrounding mist surged and converged wildly, as if time was flowing backward, and everything was returning to the beginning.

Countless raging chaotic currents, like billions of dragons roaring and churning, filled every inch of space. In the center of this boundless chaos, a giant, whose grandeur and majesty defied description, slowly awoke!

Its body was tens of thousands of feet long, seemingly filled with chaos, yet also seemingly transcending it.

His muscles were bulging, containing power capable of tearing everything apart. His face was ancient, carrying a resolute and indifferent air. In his hand, he held a divine axe of indescribable size; its mere presence caused the surrounding chaotic energy to calm and retreat.

The next moment, the giant moved!

There were no earth-shattering shouts, only the simplest, most direct, yet most extreme unleashing of power! The giant axe swung out, and an indescribable brilliance and sharpness burst forth, tearing apart the eternally silent primordial chaos!

The clear and the turbid are separated: the yang energy rises to become the sky, and the yin energy sinks to become the earth!

The four primordial elements of earth, water, fire, and wind erupted with a roar, surging and raging, attempting to return to chaos!

The giant stands tall and upright, suppressing riots and stabilizing the elements!

That supreme power that created heaven and earth, that mysterious mechanism of creation that evolved all things from nothingness, that power that supported the heavens...

Finally, exhausted, he collapsed, transforming into the mountains, rivers, all things, stars, and the universe—a tragic and magnificent transformation. Everything was presented and imprinted on Qinglian's primordial spirit in the most direct and original way, with unparalleled clarity and profound depth!

This was not an illusion witnessed by a bystander, but rather the will of Pangu directly and without reservation instilled and shared with him the most primordial memories and Dao essence belonging to the creator of the world!

Qinglian was instantly and completely immersed in it, her mind and spirit completely swallowed and assimilated by the grand, vast, and meticulous process of creation!

He witnessed how the ultimate manifestation of power, "destruction," gave birth to the most magnificent "creation," how chaos transformed into an orderly world, and how countless laws were defined, woven, and solidified from nothingness.

The profound principles of laws he had previously comprehended from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the Great Dao he had learned from the Three Pure Ones, all found their most fundamental source in the face of this creation phenomenon. They were then re-examined, verified, and integrated from an unprecedented height and perspective!

He seemed to be standing on the shoulders of Pangu, overlooking the entire process of the formation and evolution of the primordial world from scratch!

His understanding of the Way of Creation is rising, transforming, and sublimating at an unprecedented speed!

Even our understanding of the laws of power, the establishment of order, the evolution of space and time, and the essence of life has undergone earth-shattering and fundamental leaps!

The tenth-grade Creation Lotus within his body trembled violently, buzzing incessantly, and its clear lotus light surged!

On those lotus petals, as the azure light flowed, a miniature scene of creation began to unfold on its own: chaos arose, a giant god appeared, a divine axe cleaved the heavens and earth, and all things were born—though its rank did not immediately rise, its inner meaning…

Its potential and compatibility with the Great Dao have been expanded by more than ten or a hundred times by this primordial Dao rhythm!

With an incredibly strong foundation, the potential for future growth has been raised to an unlimited level!

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a moment, or it might have been ten thousand years.

The magnificent scene of creation slowly dissipated, and Qinglian remained standing in place with her eyes closed. Her Daoist aura flowed endlessly around her, and her aura became even more ancient, vast, and unfathomable, as if she had also been tainted by a trace of the chaotic aura at the beginning of creation.

Pangu's vast will resounded once more, carrying a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction: "Having gone through this ordeal, within the primordial world, no living being can now deduce or comprehend the origins of your extraordinary nature. This is the world's recognition of you."

Upon hearing this, Qinglian was once again greatly shocked, and then felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief!

This means that one of his greatest hidden dangers—his "outlier" identity, which might have been detected and rejected by other Heavenly Saints or even the Heavenly Dao itself—has been personally erased by Pangu, the Father God, through this bestowal of the "Mark of Creation."

Or rather, it has been perfectly integrated into the prehistoric system!

From then on, he had a legitimate "prehistoric household registration" and no longer needed to worry about it!

"Thank you for your great kindness, Father God! I will never forget it!" Qinglian bowed deeply from the bottom of her heart, her gratitude sincere and boundless.

"I have something to entrust to you," said the will of Pangu.

At the center of the chaotic palace, light converged, and four exceptionally brilliant drops of dark golden blood, containing unimaginable and immense essence of blood and energy, and exuding an aura of supreme nobility, slowly condensed.

The moment this blood appeared, the oppressive aura within the entire hall instantly increased by several orders of magnitude. Its weight seemed capable of crushing the eternal blue sky, yet its aura was gentle and mellow, containing the vitality to nurture everything.

This is Pangu's essence blood! And it is no ordinary essence blood, but rather four drops of primordial essence blood transformed from the very core of his heart! Its value is immeasurable for bloodline cultivators and all beings who pursue the ultimate physical body!

"Take these four drops of essence blood out of the hall. Give one drop to the twelve ancestral witches outside the hall. Give the remaining three drops to the Three Pure Ones, who are the manifestations of my primordial spirit."

Qinglian stared in horror at the four drops of essence blood that made him feel as insignificant as dust, even from mere aura. At the same time, he instantly understood the profound meaning of Pangu, the Father God—that he was using his last remaining primordial power to help the Wu Clan (bloodline inheritors) and the Three Pure Ones (primordial spirit inheritors) advance further, to make up for their respective shortcomings and regrets, and perhaps also to reduce their estrangement and jointly maintain the world he had created at the cost of everything.

"It is my honor to deliver this personally, and I will certainly not fail the Father God's trust!"

Qinglian made a solemn promise. He carefully drew upon his purest creation energy, transforming it into the gentlest embrace, and gently lifted the four drops of Pangu's blood essence, which were incredibly heavy yet contained infinite possibilities and responsibilities. Then, with utmost care, he placed them into the deepest part of his natal magic treasure, the Qiankun Diagram, and immediately set up multiple layers of restrictions to protect them.

"Good." Pangu's will seemed to nod slightly. "This is the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, the essence of my body-refining method. I give it to you as payment for this cause and effect."

Another massive, profound, and obscure torrent of information surged into Qinglian's primordial spirit. Countless ancient runes, blood and qi circulation diagrams, the mysteries of the body's acupoints, and the ultimate manifestation of the laws of power appeared one after another. It was the complete version of the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," which was hailed as the number one body-refining divine technique in the primordial world!

This method directly points to the supreme path of proving the Dao through force, and its value is no less than any innate treasure! Especially for Qinglian, who possesses a body of creation and unlimited potential, it is like adding wings to a tiger!

Before Qinglian could process this series of immense surprises, he felt a gentle yet irresistible force enveloping him.

"Go."

The next moment, the world spun around him, and he was sent out of the Pangu Palace and reappeared on the square. The surrounding scenery became clear again, and the twelve Ancestral Witches immediately surrounded him, their faces filled with eagerness, curiosity, and endless questions.

Inside the Pangu Palace, after the blue lotus vanished, the vast and boundless will did not immediately fall silent. It seemed to pierce through endless time and space, traversing countless cycles of reincarnation, uttering a sigh that only it could understand, a sigh containing the vicissitudes of countless years and a faint glimmer of hope: "I hope—this arrangement—can bring about some change—".

The lingering sound faded into silence.

The Pangu Palace returned to its eternal silence and majesty, as if the awakened will, the bestowed essence, and the helpless sigh had never happened.