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In the endless void, a colossal tree, too enormous to be described in words, stands tall amidst the chaos.

Countless orbs of light, large or small, bright or dim, hanging from the branches of this giant tree, resemble bubbles.

Each "bubble" represents a universe that is being conceived.

However, at the top of this world tree, which symbolizes creation and order, there dwells a group of "residents" who are completely out of place in this magnificent, ancient, and all-encompassing landscape.

These were the Pan clan raiders.

These greedy predators will only awaken from their long, death-like slumber when a new, powerful enough world is successfully created and exudes an alluring, unique aura.

Like sharks that have smelled blood, they swarmed in, tearing apart and devouring the newborn world, plundering its most essential creative power to strengthen themselves.

At this moment, the treetop area, which resembled a nightmare nest, was deathly silent.

All the Pan clan raiders were asleep, with only their heavy, thunderous breathing echoing through the air.

Suddenly, a relatively small figure appeared deep within this "nest".

He was disheveled, his aura fluctuating, and he even had several terrifying wounds on his body that had not yet fully healed and exuded an aura of law annihilation.

It was Pan Qing, who was ordered to monitor the Pangu World.

"Pan Qing greets Lord Pan Yong!"

An urgent military intelligence report has been received from the Pangu World!

Pan Qing's voice boomed like a thousand thunderclaps, carrying an undisguised urgency and a hint of fear, breaking the deathly silence.

His massive body bowed slightly, paying homage to the most central and largest entity within the "nest".

"Um?"

A deep groan, seemingly from the ancient wilderness, rang out, carrying the displeasure of being disturbed from slumber, and a hint of suppressed rage.

With this sound, Pan Yong, which occupies the core position and is hundreds of thousands of miles high, slowly opened its "eyes".

Those were not eyes in the ordinary sense, but two vortexes like miniature black holes, constantly devouring all the light around them.

Deep within the vortex, a cold, cruel, emotionless, dark red light, imbued only with the pure desire for plunder, flickered.

"What is it?"

Pan Yong's voice was like two huge continental plates rubbing against each other; just by opening his mouth, he caused the chaotic primordial energy in the surrounding void to fluctuate violently.

Pan Qing dared not delay and quickly replied:

"Report to your lord!

My subordinates are ordered to guard the Pangu World. Their main task is to find the exact location where the core power of creation of the world was hidden after Pangu created the world.

After years of searching and surveillance, finally... finally, we have made a definite discovery!

"Oh?"

Within Pan Yong's black hole-like "eyes," a dark red light flickered slightly, revealing a hint of surprise and a barely perceptible greed and delight.

The Pangu world was one of the most troublesome and "lucrative" worlds it encountered during its invasion.

The power of Pangu, the creator of the world, was beyond imagination. The profound foundation and mysterious creation of the world he created were so great that even Pan Yong, who had plundered countless worlds, coveted it.

Unfortunately, a great war broke out with the Pangu World back then, although they eventually joined forces with other raiders to defeat the Pangu World's resistance.

However, the most crucial "Pangu Creation Power" was hidden away in some incomprehensible way by the remaining Heavenly Court, the remnants of Mount Ling, and the last remaining power of the human race.

Over the years, Pan Yong had harbored resentment over this matter and sent his capable subordinate Pan Qing to infiltrate the remains of the Pangu world.

On the one hand, they monitored the "insiders" who had defected to them (such as Confucius and Guiguzi), and on the other hand, they searched with all their might for the whereabouts of the core power of creation.

Upon hearing the definite news, even someone as shrewd as Pan Yong couldn't help but feel a surge of energy.

That's a huge temptation that could further enhance its strength and even allow it to challenge for the leadership of a higher-level raider!

"Now that you have a lead, why not immediately seize the power of creation instead of returning to report?"

Pan Yong's voice lowered, carrying a hint of displeasure and scrutiny as his gaze fell on Pan Qing's disheveled body and wounds:

"And why do you look like this?"

"Is there anything in the Pangu world that could harm you?"

Upon hearing this, Pan Qing's face showed a mixture of resentment and lingering fear, and he hurriedly explained:

"Reporting back to you, sir, it is not that I am incompetent, nor that I did not want to collect it."

They are truly remnants of the Pangu world, far too cunning and far too powerful!

He paused, then continued:

"After many twists and turns, my subordinates and Confucius and others have finally pinpointed the most likely location where the core power of creation is hidden."

We dare not delay and will proceed immediately, preparing to break through the restrictions and seize this opportunity.

"However, just as we were about to succeed, a sudden change occurred!"

Pan Qing's voice carried a hint of fear:

"The saints of the Pangu world, whom we killed together back then and whose true spirits should have been annihilated, have... for some reason, all of them have been resurrected!"

Moreover, their strength has improved even further.

"They were clearly prepared and had set up an ambush!"

Confucius and I were caught off guard and immediately surrounded!

Those resurrected saints possess astonishing combat power and excellent teamwork, further aided by remaining innate treasures and merit artifacts!

His subordinates fought desperately, and Confucius also gave it his all, but even the strongest men cannot fight against overwhelming odds.

The gruesome wounds on Pan Qing's body seemed to throb with pain again, and he said with lingering fear:

"If it weren't for my quick thinking and the use of a life-consuming escape technique, and the fact that Confucius temporarily blocked the enemy with Confucianism, I'm afraid... I'm afraid we wouldn't have made it back!"

"grown ups!"

Pan Qing said earnestly at the end:

"With the combined strength of your subordinates and Confucius, it would be difficult to break through the defenses of those resurrected saints and seize the destiny."

Therefore, your subordinates have no choice but to temporarily avoid confrontation and come seeking assistance.

After listening to Pan Qing's account, Pan Yong's dark red eyes flashed intensely a few times, but he did not immediately fly into a rage. Instead, he fell into a brief silence.

Its massive body undulated slightly, as if it were weighing its options or pondering something.

A moment later, Pan Yong's voice, like the friction of continents, rang out again, this time carrying a condescending tone, mixed with disdain and cruelty:

"A bunch of ants who have long since died and are barely surviving on the last vestiges of their destiny actually dare to try to defy the heavens?"

That's incredibly overestimating themselves!

It did not blame Pan Qing too much for his failure, because it knew how difficult those sages in the Pangu world were to deal with back then.

Now that they have been "resurrected," although the means by which they did not know, it must be related to that core power of creation.

This only further proves the importance of that hidden location.

Only through core creation can those saints who should have been completely annihilated be brought back to life!

"Wake up, everyone! Time to get to work!"

Pan Yong's voice suddenly rose, transforming into a grand rebuke that shook the chaotic void for billions of miles.

This shout, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the tranquility of countless plunderers' slumber.

"Buzz—"

"Boom!"

"Sizzle—"

Various strange, low, violent, and impatient sounds rang out one after another.

The enormous figures that had been lying dormant on the top branches of the World Tree, like inanimate objects, began to wriggle, stretch, and awaken!

A terrifying pressure swept out like a tidal wave, stirring up the surrounding chaotic primordial energy and forming destructive energy storms.

The smallest is tens of thousands of miles high, while the largest is comparable to Pan Yong, with a difference of hundreds of thousands of miles!

"Pan Yong, you have awakened us from our slumber. Have you sensed the successful creation of a new, sufficiently fertile world?"

A raider whose aura was in no way weaker than Pan Yong's looked at Pan Yong with some displeasure.

It seemed quite displeased at being disturbed from its slumber, its voice sharp and piercing, like the scraping of metal.

Other raiders also cast questioning or impatient glances their way.

For them, only the birth of a new world is worth waking up collectively for a grand feast of plunder.

"almost."

Pan Yong, unperturbed by Pan He's questioning, simply replied in his deep voice, his dark red eyes sweeping over all the awakened members of his clan:

"The hidden location of the core creative power of the Pangu World has been found."

Upon hearing this, the gazes of all the raiders instantly turned fervent!

The core creation of the Pangu world!

That's a top-tier resource that even these elite raiders covet, a resource that can be considered a "great tonic"!

The failure to succeed back then has always been a regret for many raiders.

"but,"

Pan Yong changed the subject, pointing to the listless Pan Qing beside him:

"We encountered some resistance."

The saints of the Pangu world, who should have perished, were resurrected for some unknown reason.

Pan Qing and our "collaborators" over there are not rivals.

It is up to us to take action, sweep away all obstacles, and seize this opportunity!

"waste!"

Upon hearing this, Pan He, whose aura was comparable to Pan Yong's, turned his gaze toward Pan Qing like a cold blade.

He rebuked without mercy, his voice filled with contempt:

"You can't even handle a bunch of crippled remnants?"

What use are you?

The other raiders also cast hostile glances, clearly dissatisfied with Pan Qing's "incompetence."

Under those oppressive gazes, Pan Qing trembled slightly, lowered his head, and dared not argue.

"Alright, Panhe, this isn't his fault."

Pan Yong, however, spoke up in defense of Pan Qing. Its black, abyssal eyes swept over the plunderers, and it said in a deep voice:

"The foundation of the Pangu World is extraordinary. Its core power of creation is still intact, enough to support the birth of a saint-level powerhouse or even its 'revival'."

Pan Qing is one of the later awakenings in my clan; he might be able to deal with one or two saints.

However, if the opposing side were to field all their sages, forming a formidable formation, and also have the advantage of playing on their home ground, it would be reasonable for him and Confucius to be at a disadvantage.

It paused, then its voice carried an undeniable decisiveness:

"Now that we have found the exact location of that core creation, and those resurrected saints have jumped out again, it's just as well."

"Pass on my orders!"

Pan Yong's voice became loud and filled with murderous intent:

"All people, prepare immediately and come with me to the Pangu World."