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The Pangu World, once the vast and boundless center of the primordial world, has now been reduced to countless fragments scattered across the void.

However, at the core surrounded by countless fragments, a blue star—Earth—still floats silently, emitting a faint yet resilient spiritual light.

This is the final source, and the ultimate stage for all schemes.

The void surrounding the Earth is no longer empty.

The vast divine light and Buddha's light intertwined, illuminating the dark universe with a bright glow.

The ancient celestial court, long since hidden and even forgotten by the world, still has its remaining palaces and pavilions appearing and disappearing amidst auspicious clouds and mist.

The stars in the sky were arrayed in formation, and countless illusory figures of celestial soldiers and generals, clad in golden armor and wielding divine weapons, stood solemnly, exuding a stern aura.

The leader was none other than the Jade Emperor, whose face was even more majestic than before after experiencing countless tribulations.

His imperial aura resonated with the laws of heaven, and he had clearly returned to his peak, or even reached a higher level.

On the other side, the sound of Buddhist chants resounded through the void, and golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air, converging into a boundless golden cloud of merit.

Above the golden clouds, Buddha Tathagata, Bodhisattvas with hands clasped in prayer, and Arhats with wrathful eyes—this is the long-dormant lineage of Mount Ling.

The Buddhas, Arhats, and Bodhisattvas, with their solemn appearances and radiant light, all returned, their breaths harmonious and unobstructed, hinting at rebirth in Nirvana and further progress.

The most eye-catching of all is the one that embodies humanity, good fortune, and the passing down of traditions.

Twelve figures, each with a distinct aura yet equally vast and imposing, stood like twelve pillars supporting the sky, towering in the void.

They are majestic, benevolent, brave, or wise; they are the twelve human emperors of the human race!

The leader, dressed in black robes with white hair, had an ancient and unsophisticated face. His eyes seemed to hold the Eight Trigrams as they opened and closed, deducing the mysteries of heaven and earth. He was none other than the first ancestor of the human race, the Dao Seed of Fuxi!

Beside him, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, and Xuanyuan established the order of the universe.

Emperor Zhuanxu, Emperor Ku, Yao, Shun, Yu, Emperor Xin... and even the last emperors, Qin Shi Huang and Wu Zetian, all the fortunes and the backbone of civilization that the human race has inherited since its birth are contained here!

Zhang Yu was also among them.

He and the other two "Third Chaotic Dao Seeds" did not fight to the death, but instead chose the path of "one body, three souls, temporary fusion" proposed by the tall, thin man.

The three people's Dao seeds resonated with each other, and their power combined, completely activating the undying holy soul belonging to the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, which had been dormant in the deepest part of their bloodlines!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he ascended to the highest level and completely solidified his status as a sage.

He is now ranked third among the emperors of the human race, only after Fuxi and Shennong.

Fuxi's gaze swept over the three forces of Heaven, Mount Ling, and the human race, finally settling on the Jade Emperor.

His voice, deep yet resolute, echoed in the hearts of every sacred being:

"The plan of that year was to endure humiliation and hardship, and to deliberately shatter the Three Realms. It was not a defeat or death, but a rebirth after being put in a life-or-death situation."

It scattered fragments of the Three Realms into the endless void, absorbing the chaotic energy to nourish itself and accumulate power.

After hundreds of thousands of years of dormancy, the great trend has now been established!

Once the fragments of the heavens are reassembled, the world can be reversed, the heavens and earth can be recreated, and the Pan clan plunderers can be wiped out in one fell swoop, eliminating future troubles forever!

The Jade Emperor, with a solemn expression, slowly nodded, his voice carrying the composure and decisiveness of an emperor:

"What the Holy Emperor Fuxi said is absolutely right."

Currently, the Heavenly Court has secretly integrated and refined 30% of the fragmented world's origin.

Lingshan, obtained two-tenths.

Even in the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld, one can achieve two-tenths of the goal.

Humans will also receive 20%.

He glanced at the crowd, his tone slightly somber, "However, the final piece is still missing... in the hands of Confucius and his Confucian school."

The moment the name "Confucius" was uttered, the atmosphere at the scene froze.

Most of the gods, Buddhas, and human emperors had their brows furrowed.

Without this crucial element, the integration cannot be completed, and the plan may have fatal flaws.

Confucius was the "culprit" who "betrayed" the primordial world and joined the Pan clan's plunderers. He was the common enemy of all the heavens and myriad worlds. How could he be willing to hand over this last source of origin?

Even if they were willing, how could they be believed?

Zhang Yu's mind raced. He thought of the life-and-death battle with Zilu and the others, and the "infamy" of Confucianism in all the worlds. His complex feelings about this "Supreme Sage and Teacher" were now filled with doubt and heaviness.

Just as everyone was silently pondering a solution, a ethereal and transcendent voice, seemingly emanating from the very source of the Heavenly Dao, rang out:

"You need not worry about Confucius."

Before the words were finished, golden rays descended from the void, and purple aura traveled thirty thousand miles eastward, spreading auspicious energy.

Amidst the golden and purple light, a figure slowly materialized from the ethereal.

The newcomer had white hair and a youthful face, with an air of otherworldly grace. He wore a simple Taoist robe, and his body was surrounded by boundless primordial purple energy. The laws of the Great Dao manifested and submitted to him.

His appearance seemed to be the embodiment of the "Tao," causing the heavens and earth to fall silent and all laws to resonate with him.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"

Regardless of their esteemed status, such as the Jade Emperor of Heaven or the Buddha of Mount Ling, or their transcendent position, such as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race, upon seeing this person, they all became solemn, bowed respectfully, and showed the utmost reverence.

The person who came was none other than the Primordial Dao Ancestor, the supreme being who preached the Dao in Zixiao Palace and enlightened all the saints—Hongjun Dao Ancestor!

Hongjun Daozu's gaze swept peacefully over all the saints and gods present.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached the hearts of everyone present:

"When the Pan clan invaded, they came with great force."

If they were to confront each other head-on, the Three Realms might be temporarily preserved, but their resources would be exhausted, making it difficult to sustain their existence, and destruction would be inevitable.

Therefore, this humble Taoist priest and my friend Fuxi have devised a plan.

He paused, then uttered something startling:

"He ordered Confucius to lead a group of Confucian elites, feigning allegiance to the Pan family, and infiltrate their ranks."

Firstly, to investigate the truth; secondly... to use the plunderers to draw upon the primordial energy of chaos and nourish my fragments of the primordial world!

"What?"

Even those with the composure of a saint couldn't help but gasp softly at this moment.

Zhang Yu's mind went blank, and he felt completely lost.

Confucius... was he an undercover agent?

That life-or-death battle with Zilu, the conflict with Confucianism, the years of pursuit and counter-pursuit... it was all just a play.

A self-inflicted injury scheme staged for the Pan clan's plunderers, and also for all the heavens and myriad worlds to see.

Hongjun continued:

"Now, the fragments of the heavens have been nourished by chaos for hundreds of thousands of years, and their origins are strong enough to support us in completing the plan we made back then."

Next, all we need to do is reunite the primordial world, recreate the heavens and earth, and use this new world as a furnace to refine the invading enemy in one fell swoop!

When the truth was revealed, all the saints were speechless.

Thinking about the deep-seated hatred towards Confucianism and the contempt and persecution of Confucius over the past hundreds of thousands of years, I feel a sense of absurdity at this moment.

It turns out that the "traitor" they hated so much was actually the hero who endured the deepest humiliation and hardship.

"Fellow comrades, in order to deceive the eyes and ears of the plunderers, I have had no choice but to 'offend' you many times over the years and 'hunt you down' everywhere. It was truly out of desperation."

Please forgive me!

A clear, upright voice, imbued with boundless righteousness, rang out.

A vast and righteous aura, like a rainbow piercing the sun, swept in from the other end of the void.

Confucius, dressed in a Confucian robe and wearing a turban, led his seventy-two disciples, traversing the vast river, and arrived gracefully.

His expression was serene, and he bowed to all the saints and gods with clear and open eyes.

The gods of Heaven and the emperors of the human race looked at this "arch-enemy" with complex and indescribable feelings.

Hundreds of thousands of years of hostility, countless clashes, bloodshed and hatred have long been deeply rooted.

Upon suddenly learning the truth, I was at a loss for words.

But when he thought of their shared ultimate goal, and of the other's hundreds of thousands of years of forbearance and sacrifice, the pent-up hatred slowly dissipated, turning into a complex and incomprehensible sigh, and a sense of respect for this "fellow traveler."

Letting go is the best way to describe this moment.

Only one person had a face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water; it was none other than Guiguzi, the ancestor of the School of Diplomacy!

He boasted that he could scheme against the world, using heaven and earth as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces.

Little did he know that his hundreds of thousands of years of "strategic maneuvering," "inciting conflict between humans and gods," and "secretly developing his power" were all part of someone else's scheme.

He thought he was the chess player, but little did he know that he was the most important piece, and was the one who was put into a grand drama by Fuxi, Hongjun, and Confucius!

At this moment, as he looked at the Heavenly Court, at the human race, and at Confucius standing with a smile, he felt an indescribable sense of suffocation and shame welling up in his heart.

This master of intrigue has been schemed against for hundreds of thousands of years without even realizing it!

This feeling is worse than killing him.

Fuxi seemed to see through Guiguzi's thoughts and took the initiative to speak:

"Fellow Daoist Guigu, there's no need to take it too seriously."

In a way, everything you've done has been intentionally guided and fueled by us.

If it weren't for our secret planning to target you, making you feel there was an opportunity to take advantage, and causing you to harbor resentment.

Would you "voluntarily" side with someone who instigates and provokes others to do such outrageous things?

Your actions are also part of the plan.

Upon hearing this, Guiguzi was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood, and he lowered his head and remained silent.

He was used as a pawn for hundreds of thousands of years, and in the end, he was told that "you are an important part of the plan."

This feeling is truly unpleasant.

But things had come to this point, and the overall situation was paramount. Despite his immense resentment, he could only suppress it.

Hongjun Daozu said no more, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp as lightning, sweeping across the depths of the endless void.

He seemed to pierce through layers of barriers and see the colossal creature rapidly approaching, brimming with greed and destructive energy.

"Alright, the cause and effect are clear, let's not dwell on the past."

Hongjun's voice turned cold, carrying an undeniable determination:

"All saints, heed my command! Immediately offer up the fragments of the Three Realms that you have smelted, and prepare for the final fusion."

We must prepare ourselves, waiting only for Pan Yong and the main force of the plunderers to step into this world before launching our attack, merging the heavens, and trapping them inside!

"Follow the Taoist ancestor's decree!"

Without any hesitation, all the saints present, regardless of any past grievances, put aside their differences and responded in unison.

For the survival of the ancient world and the continuation of civilization, personal honor and disgrace, and the struggle for lineage can all be put aside!

"rise!"

With a thought, Zhang Yu felt a sudden tremor in his mind. The vast world within his sea of ​​consciousness, which he had refined, nourished, and expanded to a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, trembled violently.

This world transformed into a dazzling stream of light, which flew out from between his brows and hovered above the Earth.

In that illusory world, mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, and all living things are faintly visible, displaying a myriad of phenomena.

Following closely behind—

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, equally enormous auras, some sacred, some radiant with Buddhist light, some majestic, and some exuding imperial power, soared into the sky!

Other worlds refined from rebellious Dao seed carriers;

The fragments of the "Heavenly Realm" were condensed by the gods of Heaven using treasures such as the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Slaying Whip;

The fragments of the "Buddha Kingdom" gathered by the Buddhas of Lingshan through the Eight Treasures Merit Pool and the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of their hands;

Fragments of the "Netherworld" condensed from the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld;

There are also fragments of the "Confucian and Taoist" world forged by Confucius with his Spring and Autumn Annals and his righteous spirit;

Everything is now visible!

Dozens of world fragments of varying sizes and auras, but all sharing the same origin as the primordial world, revolve slowly around the Earth like stars surrounding the moon.

These are the last foundation and hope of the shattered Pangu world!

Hongjun Daozu's gaze was piercing, as if it could penetrate time and space. He uttered a low shout: "They've come! They've come!"

Almost at the same time he finished speaking, several terrifying spatial fluctuations suddenly came from the void surrounding the Earth!

An aura of greed, violence, and destruction surged forth like a tsunami!

"This is the power—so pure, so immense, a force of creation far surpassing what it was back then!"

As soon as Panhe arrived, he sensed the intoxicating and magnificent aura of creation emanating from the depths of the Earth and the surrounding fragments of the world.

His eyes gleamed with greed, and with an excited roar, he led several of his most trusted and loyal followers toward the core area of ​​Earth and the fragments of the heavens without waiting for Pan Yong's order!

He wanted to be the first to devour this purest creation!

"snort!"

Pan Yong snorted coldly, extremely dissatisfied with Pan He's preemptive move.

But faced with such a great opportunity, it couldn't care less about anything else. With a swift movement of its enormous body, carrying a monstrous aura, it also charged towards the core!

Other raiders followed suit, like a pack of hungry wolves smelling blood, pouncing on what they saw as "fat meat".

However, the very next instant they all stepped into this "region" shrouded by Earth and fragments of the heavens—

"Buzz—!!!"

An indescribable, vast wave, seemingly originating from the very beginning of creation, suddenly erupted from the Earth's core and from those dozens of world fragments simultaneously!

The laws of the entire space where the remains of the "Pangu World" were located instantly became incredibly stable and solid, as if they had transformed into the most indestructible cage!

The spatial passage that they had easily torn apart when they arrived closed and disappeared silently!

"What happened? Why is the spatial passage sealed off?"

"This is bad! The laws of nature in this world are being reinforced, suppressing us!"

"Is it a trap?"

Pan Yong, Pan He, and the other raiders' expressions changed drastically; they immediately sensed something was wrong.

That sudden, overwhelming power of heaven and earth is frantically suppressing these "foreign predators"!

They tried to tear through space to escape, but found that the surrounding spatial barriers were stronger than they had imagined, and they could not shake them even with their strength!

"Right now, all the heavens merge, and the origin returns to one."

Fellow Daoists, help me!

The voice of Hongjun Daozu, like a decree from the Heavenly Dao, resounded in the heart of every saint!

"For the sake of the primordial world!"

"For the sake of all living beings!"

"For the sake of the continuation of civilization!"

Without hesitation, without fear.

The gods of Heaven, the Buddhas of Mount Ling, the ghosts and gods of the underworld, the emperors of the human race, and even Confucius and his disciples.

At the same moment, all the saints made the same choice—to shatter their Dao fruits, burn their divine souls, and disintegrate their essence and blood!

Boom boom boom boom—!!!

Countless rays of light, representing the divine origin, burned and exploded like billions of stars at the same time!

That was the shattering of the Dao Fruit, the sacrifice of the divine soul, and the burning of the essence and blood!

All the sacred beings, without reservation, merged everything they possessed into the dozens of world fragments that were rapidly converging, colliding, and fusing together!

Zhang Yu was among them.

He felt the Xuanyuan Holy Soul cheering, resonating, and actively disintegrating, transforming into the most primordial flame of humanity.

He took one last look at this new world that was about to be reborn, then his consciousness returned to chaos, becoming nourishment for the new world along with all the victims.

Rumble—!!!

An indescribable, terrifying energy erupted!

Dozens of fragments of the world, propelled by the saints and gods using everything they had as fuel, collided and merged with Earth at their core!

Chaos surged, earth, water, fire, and wind recurred, and the pure and turbid energies separated!

A brand new, boundless, and incredibly stable prototype of heaven and earth is rapidly taking shape amidst the light of destruction and creation!

The dozen or so Pan clan raiders who had broken in were now like giant beasts stuck in a swamp, tightly bound and pulled by this terrifying power that had created the world!

They were horrified to discover that their enormous bodies and the power they had plundered were being instinctively rejected, broken down, and devoured by this newly born world!

"No--!

This is a trap, a trap set by the remnants of the primordial chaos! Run!

Pan Yong let out a desperate roar and struggled frantically.

"roar!

Pangu, this is the aura of Pangu; he is not quite dead yet.

Pan He was utterly horrified.

From that newly born origin of heaven and earth, it sensed a familiar aura that made its soul tremble—the aura of Pangu, the creator of heaven and earth!

Amidst the churning chaos, in the center of the newly born and rapidly expanding world, a towering, million-mile-tall phantom slowly coalesced and manifested!

His muscles were bulging, his face was blurry but full of the majesty of creation, and he held a giant axe that was illusory but seemed to be able to split the chaos!

It is the phantom of Pangu!

It is the new Pangu, which was born anew from chaos after gathering all the original fragments of the primordial world, fusing all the sacrifices of the saints and gods!

Do not!

It's not just a phantom!

The giant's eyes slowly opened!

Cold and indifferent, as if looking down on ants, he looked at the dozen or so Pan clan raiders who were trapped in a desperate situation and struggling frantically.

"Since you're here, stay."

Pangu spoke, his voice booming like a million thunderbolts, carrying the supreme will to create the world. He slowly raised the giant axe in his hand.

"No--!!!"

"Spare me—!!!"

Pan Yong, Pan He, and the other plunderers let out their final roars, filled with endless fear and regret.

They desperately burned their very essence, trying to break free and escape, but all their struggles were in vain before the giant axe that seemed to represent the will of the entire new world.

"The creation of heaven and earth!"

Accompanied by a calm yet resounding Daoist voice, the giant axe fell.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light and shadow.

Only a single, pure axe light, seemingly containing all the mysteries between "nothingness" and "being," swept across.

Wherever it passed, space, time, matter, energy, and even the distorted and warped "existence" of the plunderers themselves, vanished silently like snow under the scorching sun.

More than a dozen Pan clan raiders, capable of destroying countless worlds, along with their roars, struggles, and fear, vanished completely under the light of this heaven-opening axe.

Their remaining strength merged into the new world that was being opened up, becoming the initial "nutrients" that nourished the new world.

One axe stroke, and all the demons are wiped out!

Having done all this, Pangu's enormous figure, as if having exhausted all its power and completed its final mission, slowly closed its eyes.

His body began to expand and differentiate; the light and clear parts rose to become the sky, while the heavy and turbid parts descended to become the earth. His body transformed into mountains and rivers, his blood into lakes and seas, and his hair into plants and stars...

A new world, amidst the ruins of the old world and the bones of the victims, and in the desperate cries of the plunderers, truly and spectacularly began its creation and evolution.

And deep within that newly born origin of heaven and earth, an undying spiritual light flickers.

That was the convergence of the last traces of true spirit from all the victims.

Given countless years, when the new world is stable and the great cycle continues, these imprints may return in new forms with the birth of new life.

Zhang Yu's consciousness, too, was plunged into the deepest darkness and chaos within that grand, creation-of-the-world spectacle.

He seemed to transform into the wind, into the rain, into a part of the earth, merging with this newborn world.

(End of the book)

I apologize to everyone. Due to limited ability, the writing went awry in the later stages, and I had to end it hastily.

See you all again in the future.