Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

"Pangu's Dao foundation... is indeed extraordinary," Chen Qing murmured to himself. "Even just starting the fusion has deepened my understanding of the Dao of the world. If it were fully fused, I might truly be able to glimpse the entire mystery of the creation of heaven and earth."

He lifted his foot and stepped into that purple chaos.

The purple chaos was completely different from the gray chaos from before.

The gray chaos resembles the "normal" state of chaos; the airflow is disordered yet predictable, and the energy is violent yet still governed by rules.

But in this purple area, everything has changed.

The chaotic air currents exhibited an extremely strange flow pattern. They were no longer rolling around randomly, but slowly rotating along some unseen spiral trajectory, like a giant python coiled deep in the void slowly writhing.

As soon as Chen Qing stepped inside, he felt an extremely strong suction force surging in from all directions. The suction force was gentle yet irresistible, as if the entire purple chaos was "flowing" in a common direction.

He squinted, observed for a moment, and suddenly realized that this purple chaos was not static; it was moving as a whole.

Like an invisible river, all the chaotic currents, energy fragments, and even the void itself are slowly drifting in the same direction.

"Where are these things going?" Chen Qing frowned.

He recalled the monster called "Shi" mentioned by Pangu's disciples, and its characteristic of feeding on the world, which made him feel a sense of vigilance.

However, the Pangu Dao Foundation within his body did not give any dangerous signals. Instead, it trembled slightly, a tremor that carried a sense of excitement, like a long-lost friend suddenly sensing familiar footsteps.

Chen Qing suppressed his doubts and continued forward in the direction of that "flow".

The purple chaos was pushed aside by his world power three feet away from him, advancing as if cutting through waves.

The further you go, the stronger the suction becomes, and the faster the chaotic airflow rotates.

Later, he felt as if he were in a huge vortex, surrounded by swirling purple air currents and blurry light and shadows all around him.

Fortunately, his strength was great enough, and his inner world was as stable as a rock. Although the power of the vortex was strong, it could not shake him in the slightest.

He simply stopped resisting and accelerated forward in the direction of the suction force.

Since Daoji did not issue a warning, and since there was an aura ahead that shared the same origin as Pangu Daoji beckoning him, he decided to go and take a look.

He didn't know how long he had been flying. Time was already blurred in the chaos, and with the interference of the purple vortex, even his own sense of time became inaccurate. Suddenly, everything before him became clear.

The swirling purple chaos seemed to have been cleaved in two by something, suddenly retreating to both sides to reveal a vast "open space" in the center.

The sight of this open space made Chen Qing hold his breath instantly.

That was a... mountain?

No, that's not right. That thing was so enormous that it couldn't be described as a "mountain."

It floated in the center of the purple chaos, its entire body displaying a deep, almost black, dark gold color, and its surface was covered with dense patterns.

The patterns on those lines are extremely complex, like countless rivers meandering and intersecting on the earth, or like countless blood vessels pulsating under the skin.

The colossal object stood silently in the center of the chaotic vortex, emanating from it. Like a sleeping giant, it stirred up the chaotic air currents within an unknown radius of billions of miles with just a breath.

Chen Qing hovered in mid-air, gazing at the enormous creature from afar, his heart filled with an unprecedented shock.

He could sense that the aura emanating from that thing was of the same origin as Pangu's Dao Foundation, yet completely different. The aura of the Dao Foundation was gentle and inclusive, like the warm sun of spring.

The aura of this colossal creature was fierce, domineering, and filled with an unquestionable majesty, a majesty that seemed to have been etched into its very bones since the beginning of time and had not faded in the slightest after countless years.

"This is... something left behind by Pangu," Chen Qing said with certainty.

He was all too familiar with that aura; it was exactly the same as the aura he had felt in Pangu's essence blood, and it was identical to the image of Pangu in the memory fragments he had obtained from the Dao Foundation.

That vast and ancient feeling is something that no other being in the world, except Pangu himself, could possess.

He slowly flew closer to the enormous thing. As the distance closed, he finally saw its full form: it was a door.

A door so huge it was beyond comprehension.

The door frame was dark gold, and the doorposts on both sides were carved with countless patterns he had never seen before. These patterns were neither Taoist script nor runes, but rather some kind of extremely ancient and primitive chaotic mark.

In the center of the door is a straight gap, and the surfaces of the door panels on both sides of the gap are as smooth as mirrors, yet they do not reflect any image.

He tried to use his divine sense to explore the door, but as soon as his divine sense approached, it was repelled by a gentle yet insurmountable force.

Chen Qing landed in the air in front of the gate, looking up at the colossal gate that stretched to the heavens and the earth. He felt as insignificant as a speck of dust standing at the foot of the mountain.

He reached out and gently touched a corner of the ancient patterns on one of the doorposts.

The moment his fingertips touched the dark gold surface, a deafening roar erupted in his mind, and countless images flooded in like a burst dam.

He saw a hand.

It was an enormous palm, its lines crisscrossing like a network of rivers on the earth, each line containing profound laws powerful enough to suppress an entire world.

That hand gripped the handle of the Pangu Axe, raising the giant axe high.

Golden light flowed along the axe blade, within which the sun, moon, and stars spun and perished.

Then the hand slammed down. The axe blade cleaved through chaos, through the void, and through everything tangible and intangible.

Chen Qing felt a blinding golden light before his eyes, and then the scene suddenly changed. He saw the hand slowly open after the axe blade struck, pause for a moment in the void, and spread its five fingers slightly, as if it were touching something unseen.

A voice echoed in his mind. The voice was vast and distant, as if it had traveled across endless ages from the very first moment of chaos.

The voice wasn't loud; it was even a bit hoarse and tired. But every word that landed in Chen Qing's consciousness was like a heavy hammer striking a bronze bell, causing his entire body's Daoist energy to resonate.

"Latercomer... your ability to reach this point means you have already seen the Dao Foundation left in my disciple's hands. If you have already integrated it into your inner world, then you are qualified to hear what I have to say."

Chen Qing shuddered. It was the voice of Pangu. Although he had never heard Pangu speak before, the aura, the Daoist rhythm, and the frequency that resonated with his inner world were undeniable.

"I left three marks on this door. The first is my complete understanding of the Dao of Creation. It's already part of the foundation, but the foundation has its limits; it can only support the basics. The true completeness lies within this door."

"The second method is the sealing technique of that monster called 'Devouring'."

Although I sealed it deep within the chaos back then, I knew that seal was not eternal.

After I leave, one day the seal will loosen. If that day comes, and you happen to arrive here, take this method. Perhaps it will come in handy.

"The third course..."

The sound suddenly paused. The pause was long, so long that Chen Qing thought the video had ended.

But after a moment of silence, the voice rang out again, but it was much lower than before, and the weariness was even more pronounced.

"The third course..."

The words were cut off abruptly before the speaker could finish.

The images in Chen Qing's mind receded like the tide, leaving only the dark golden giant door still standing quietly in front of him, the ancient patterns on the doorposts shimmering slightly, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

But Chen Qing knew it wasn't an illusion. The Pangu Dao Foundation on his chest was trembling violently; it was a resonance, a joyful recognition of kindred spirits.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and then stretched out his hands again, placing them on either side of the straight gap in the center of the door.

This time, he encountered no resistance. The door slowly opened to both sides with the force he applied, and ripples spread across its dark gold surface. The gap grew larger and larger until it opened into a huge opening large enough to let the entire world pass through.

Behind the door was not emptiness, nor chaos, but a "space" composed of pure golden light. The light did not come from any source; it existed there on its own, like a boundless golden ocean.

As soon as Chen Qing stepped into the door, the golden light surged up as if it were alive, enveloping his entire body.

In that instant, he felt as if he had merged into some kind of extremely grand existence.

It was a feeling that could not be described in words; his consciousness was stretched and extended infinitely, as if in an instant he had become the golden ocean itself.

Countless pieces of information about chaos, laws, and the creation of the world flooded into his consciousness like a torrent. The information was so vast that it was suffocating, yet it was greedily absorbed by his inner world like rain after a long drought.

Chen Qing closed his eyes. He sat cross-legged in the golden light, letting the information from Pangu wash over his consciousness and foundation.

The radiance of his inner world emanated from between his eyebrows, enveloping him in a halo of interwoven gold and white light.

His face was calm as still water, with only his brows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing, showing that he was undergoing a profound understanding and transformation.

He was immersed in that golden ocean, and he didn't know how much time had passed. Perhaps it was a moment, perhaps it was millions of years; time in the chaos had lost its meaning for him.

He only knew that with each additional bit of that information he absorbed, his inner world was transforming itself into something more perfect. The places where the joints were not tight enough were being filled, reinforced, and perfected one by one by the Dao and principles left by Pangu.

Finally, after he absorbed the last ray of light from that golden ocean into his body, he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were filled with a clear golden light, which gradually faded after a while, returning to his original pupil color.

But the aura emanating from him was completely different. The change was extremely subtle; it wasn't the oppressive feeling brought about by a sudden surge in cultivation, but rather a deeper, more profound weight.

He stood there, seemingly in a state of inexplicable harmony with the surrounding chaos, as if he were no longer an "intruder" but a part of the chaos itself.

Chen Qing stood up and looked at his hands. He could feel that his inner world, immersed in that golden light, had undergone a profound transformation.

The world's operation is now far more harmonious than before, with the laws connecting seamlessly and smoothly, and the spiritual energy of the earth and sky circulating endlessly.

If the inner world before was a magnificent palace, then now this palace has a true foundation, a complete structure, and all the necessary details.

"Pangu..." Chen Qing murmured the name, a deep sense of reverence welling up in his heart.

He stepped out of the enormous door and glanced back.

The dark gold door slowly closed after he left, and the patterns on the doorposts gradually dimmed, returning to the silence they had when they first met.

It was as if the door had completed its mission and would forever slumber in the depths of this purple chaos.

But Chen Qing knew in his heart that the most important thing in this door had been taken away by him: Pangu's complete understanding of the way of creation and the sealing method of that "devourer".

Those were two supreme treasures, enough to shake the very fabric of chaos, now heavy and contained within his inner world.

Instead of rushing to leave this purple chaos, he found a relatively stable area of ​​chaotic airflow and sat down cross-legged.

The information in that golden light was too complex. Although he received it all, he could only digest and absorb less than 30%.

He needs time to truly integrate these insights into his own Tao and Dharma.

The countdown to the centennial promise flowed silently through his mind.

Although he had enough time to travel, he could not linger here for too long.

He closed his eyes, sorting through the information in his mind while continuing to integrate the Pangu Dao Foundation.

With each passing moment, his control over his inner world deepened, and his perception of chaos became clearer.

During his enlightenment, he suddenly remembered the sealing method mentioned in Pangu's voice.

The monster named "Shi" was sealed by Pangu in a corner of chaos.

Pangu said that the seal was not eternal and would eventually loosen.

Now, countless years have passed since Pangu created the primordial world. Has the seal developed cracks?

He frowned slightly and retrieved the sealing technique from his mind to examine it closely.

It was an extremely complex set of sealing Dao patterns, with the profound meaning of the Great Dao of Power as its core, supplemented by three thousand different suppression laws layered upon each other.

According to the records left by Pangu, the monster was sealed in a place called "Guixu" in the chaos, which is the area with the most chaotic air currents and the most disordered laws. Even the Chaos Gods dared not easily set foot there.

A scene suddenly flashed through Chen Qing's mind—the enormous gate in the center of that purple chaos, and the entire purple area was slowly "flowing" in a certain direction. That "flowing" direction... could it be the location of "Return to the Void"?

He suddenly opened his eyes, a chill running through him. The purple chaotic energy was indeed moving as a whole, slowly but in a clear direction.

He had previously felt that the "flow" was somewhat strange, and now, considering the sealing method left by Pangu, it was very likely that the power of "devouring" seeped out from the cracks in the seal.

It attracts the surrounding chaotic matter to converge towards it, and even though it is sealed, it continues to accumulate power.