Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Xuanming watched Chen Qing refine the corpse of the Wu Clan member without saying a word to stop him. The Wu Clan worshipped Pangu, believing that the dead returned to the world, so they didn't value their corpses that much. Besides, Chen Qing had been kind to her, and she was currently seriously injured and powerless to stop him, so she let him do as he pleased.

At first, she thought Chen Qing wanted to extract Pangu's blood to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique—after all, she could sense the aura of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique on Chen Qing's body.

But to everyone's surprise, Chen Qing manipulated the drop of blood for a while, then tossed it aside and began studying the turbid evil energy. Before long, he used the Qiankun Cauldron to refine the turbid evil energy into a chain.

Xuanming stared in disbelief—was this chain a weapon or a magical artifact? Could a cultivator even use it? Even if Chen Qing cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique and could control it, wouldn't it be more effective to turn it into a sword or something? Was this chain even useful?

After refining the chains, Chen Qing smiled with satisfaction and looked at the drop of Pangu's blood. This substance wasn't of much use to him. Although he could throw it into the microscopic world, the disadvantages outweighed the advantages—he could evolve it himself, so why create unnecessary karma?

After thinking for a moment, he casually tossed the blood of Pangu to Xuanming: "Here, take this. It should help you recover from your injuries."

"For me?" Xuanming asked in surprise.

"Okay, you should recover from your injuries first. I might need your help with an experiment later," Chen Qing said.

That's right, he's set his sights on Xuanming. If he could use Xuanming to return to the source, extract the essence of Pangu's blood, and analyze its true nature, that would be an enormous gain.

Furthermore, the massive turbid evil energy within the Ancestral Witch's body was also a material he urgently needed for refining weapons.

Of course, all of this is contingent on Xuanming recovering from her injuries first. He must be extremely careful during the process of returning to her original state, protecting her true spirit. He certainly doesn't want to see her accidentally die during the refining process.

Of course, Xuanming's consent is required for this, otherwise he will not do it.

Despite the immense karma the Wu Clan carries today, slaying a single Ancestral Wu is no easy feat—after all, they are direct descendants of Pangu and possess great fortune.

However, this is also a good thing for Xuanming. If successful, although his cultivation level will drop significantly after being extracted from the turbid evil energy, his future cultivation will be much easier, and the hidden dangers will be eliminated at the same time.

"Alright," Xuanming agreed readily. She urgently needed to recover from her injuries so she could check on the situation of the Witch Clan. As for Chen Qing's matter, she would do her best to help.

Next, Chen Qing continued to restore the Wu Clan corpses to their original state, focusing his main efforts on collecting the turbid evil energy. The blood of Pangu was largely the same; he briefly analyzed it and then gave it to Xuan Ming. Even the Great Witch's corpse only had slightly more Daoist charm, with no essential difference. The extracted undying spiritual light was also refined into the chains.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Qing finally finished refining. Towards the end, finding it troublesome, he simply threw the corpses of those below the rank of Great Witch into the cauldron in batches to refine together, otherwise it would have taken even longer.

Xuanming's injuries had long since healed, and she hadn't even used half of the Pangu blood. Chen Qing didn't let her absorb the rest, telling her to keep it for later use.

After being refined, the chain had more than 50,000 sections. Each section was a low-grade innate spiritual treasure, made entirely of turbid evil energy, emanating an extremely terrifying aura, especially effective against the power of the primordial spirit.

After completion, Chen Qing solemnly said to Xuanming, "Ancestral Witch Xuanming, as you have seen, my Qiankun Cauldron can restore you to your original state. I intend to restore you to your original state as Pangu's essence blood to explore the secrets of Pangu, and at the same time, extract the turbid evil energy from your body. If successful, you will be free from any hidden dangers."

I will do my best to protect your true spirit and prevent you from getting hurt. However, it may hurt a little after the turbid evil energy is extracted, and your cultivation level will definitely drop. I will help you recover then.

This is my first time doing something like this, and I'm not sure how it will turn out. I'll need your opinion; I won't force you.

Xuan thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "I agree. If I die, please take care of the Witch Clan for me."

At this point, she had guessed the fate of the Witch Clan—or rather, the Witch and Demon Clans. The mountain of corpses before her, including both Great Witches and Demon Saints, spoke volumes.

"Okay." Although Chen Qing was very confident, he still solemnly agreed.

Xuanming leaped into the Qiankun Cauldron. Chen Qing focused intently, beginning his return to his original state, carefully protecting her true spirit.

However, since the Witch Clan's body and spirit are one, separating them without harming the true spirit is almost impossible. The pain is unbearable, and even Xuanming, who was refining his body, couldn't help but scream in agony.

Xuanming nearly cursed Chen Qing to death. "A little pain?" she thought. This pain wasn't just physical; it was directly affecting his true spirit. Even she, an Ancestral Witch, found it unbearable, yet he said it was "a little." This man was truly...

Fearing she might move around, Chen Qing restrained her and sealed his own ears, focusing intently on refining the essence.

Once people are in work mode, they lose track of time. But for one person, that period of time felt like an eternity, and perhaps even "an eternity" is not enough to describe her torment.

When it was all over, her resentful gaze, if it could kill, would have killed Chen Qing countless times over.

After stripping Xuanming's true spirit, Chen Qing felt guilty seeing her extremely weak. So he infused her with his own insights into the Great Dao as compensation, and used the Apricot Yellow Banner to protect her true spirit, allowing her to focus on her comprehension.

Then, he began to return to his original body, Xuanming.

Time flies, and Xuanming's physical body was finally restored to its original state. Only a drop of blood radiating a rich Daoist aura and a large mass of turbid evil energy remained in the cauldron.

The turbid and malevolent energy was carefully collected as usual, to be used for refining weapons later.

Chen Qing's gaze fell on the drop of blood—this was Pangu's essence blood. He probed it with his divine sense.

"boom--"

A deafening roar filled my mind, and the scene before me abruptly changed. I was neither above nor below, surrounded by a chaotic void.

"Is this...the chaos?" Chen Qing looked around in confusion.

Suddenly, he noticed something was wrong: the chaotic air currents around him passed through him, but he felt no pain at all, as if everything in front of him did not exist.

A tremendous roar came from afar, and Chen Qing's body involuntarily drifted in that direction, completely out of his control.

Gradually, a battlefield appeared before his eyes. A muscular, burly man wielded a dark, massive axe, slashing and hacking with overwhelming force.

His opponents were a group of enormous creatures of various shapes and sizes, each towering and exuding a terrifying aura.

"Is this... the scene of Pangu's great battle with the three thousand Chaos Demons?" Chen Qing wondered, how did he end up here?

On the battlefield, three thousand demons were besieging Pangu. But Pangu was simply too powerful at this moment.

He stood on the Primordial Lotus, with a jade disc above his head, and wisps of mysterious light enveloped his entire body.

The Pangu Axe wielded in his hand, and streaks of axe light crisscrossed the chaos. With each strike, one or more demon gods fell or were severely injured.

The entire battlefield was awash in blood, littered with corpses, resembling a hellish scene.

As the carnage intensified, the Chaos Gods finally succumbed to fear and began to scatter and flee.

However, under the earth-shattering axe light, there was no way to escape. Even if you escaped this battlefield, you would be pulled back by a force of rules and forced to face the axe light head-on. Those who tried to escape perished one after another. Only a few top demon gods managed to resist and escape into the depths of chaos, but they were all seriously injured.

In the end, only Pangu remained on the battlefield.

One after another, inexplicable rules appeared out of thin air, and the corpse of the Chaos Demon God seemed to be dragged into another space and quietly disappeared.

A deep sense of apprehension flashed in Pangu's eyes. He tightened his grip on the axe, but finally sighed and turned to leave.

Chen Qing witnessed the entire process, his expression flickering as he looked at the inexplicably appearing rules—what exactly were they? What did they want to do with the corpses of the Chaos Gods? Why was Pangu so wary of them?

Before he could think any further, his body involuntarily followed behind Pangu and slowly departed.

After leaving the battlefield, Pangu found a place to sit down and recover his depleted strength.

After an unknown amount of time, Pangu suddenly opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed. He raised his giant axe and cleaved along a mysterious trajectory.

Brilliant beams of axe light shot out, cleaving through the chaos.

The entire chaos trembled, and though there was no sound, Chen Qing seemed to hear mournful cries.

He stared intently at the trajectory of the giant axe in Pangu's hand. Those axe marks seemed to be the manifestation of the Great Dao, and gradually, he became engrossed in them.

After an unknown amount of time, a loud noise woke Chen Qing up.

Looking up, a huge crack had appeared in the chaos, as if splitting the entire chaos in two.

The cracks grew larger and larger, from which endless fire, wind, and water gushed forth, ravaging all directions.

Looking at Pangu again, he was utterly exhausted. The jade disc above his head was covered in cracks, the primordial lotus beneath his feet was broken and tattered, and the Pangu axe in his hand groaned in despair under the weight of its burden.

Pangu gazed at the raging fire, wind, and water, and reluctantly stroked the axe. Then, with a resolute expression, he casually tossed the axe away.

The giant axe split into three, transforming into a diagram, a banner, and a bell—the very Taiji diagram, the Pangu banner, and the Chaos Bell.

From the Pangu Banner, countless Heavenly Blades flew out, scattering the earth, fire, wind, and water.

With a deafening roar, the Chaos Bell descended, instantly calming the chaotic space.

The Tai Chi symbol transformed into a golden bridge, and wherever it passed, the earth, fire, wind, and water all returned to peace.

The pure air rose and became the sky. The turbid air descended and became the earth. Gradually, a world took shape in the chaos.

Pangu looked on with delight as he surveyed this world.

But then, a sudden change occurred. The distance between heaven and earth continued to shrink, seemingly about to merge again at any moment. Pangu roared, his body swelled, reaching the heavens and earth, forcefully splitting heaven and earth apart.

After the world stabilized, a beam of black light appeared out of nowhere and struck Pangu directly.

The already damaged Jade Disc of Creation and the Azure Lotus of Genesis shattered instantly before this black light, their fragments scattering across the primordial land.

The eerie black light entered Pangu's body, and Pangu's face instantly turned as black as ink, with dark blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His life force rapidly declined, and he was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished.

As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly—at that moment, the heavens and earth shook violently once again, showing faint signs of closing up again.

Pangu was exhausted and powerless to reverse the situation. He took one last longing look at the primordial world he had created with his own hands, and then his massive body collapsed with a thud.

The remaining scenes were roughly the same as the legend of Pangu transforming into all things that Chen Qing knew.

After the entire creation process replayed before his eyes, Chen Qing's vision blurred, and his consciousness returned to the Qiankun Cauldron. The drop of Pangu's essence blood still floated quietly inside the cauldron, emitting profound Daoist fluctuations.

"This... to actually witness the secret of Pangu creating the world!" Chen Qing was deeply shocked. "But what exactly was that inexplicable rule that took away the corpse of the Chaos Demon God? And where did that extremely strange black light come from?"

In an instant, countless questions flooded his mind. He had originally thought that Pangu died from exhaustion after creating the world, or, as many novels say, was plotted against by the Heavenly Dao. He never imagined that such a deep secret was hidden within.

"Sigh, there's no use thinking about it so much." Chen Qing shook his head, suppressing his chaotic thoughts. "Even a powerful being like Pangu was plotted against and killed. With my current meager cultivation, I'm still far from being able to uncover the truth."

He took a deep breath, composed himself, and focused his attention back on the essence of Pangu's blood, continuing to delve into its mysteries.